Don't Forget Us...

It was hard to focus on what was in the dark, gloomy air of the barren danger of the land commonly reffered to the Outlands or the Outskirts, but the fragile otter was just able to see. The crimson splats of blood were spotted around the place like splats of paint or water, but the otter did not care. Gingerly padding forward, he suddenly sped backwards as he saw a bloodied ghost - but not just any ghost, a bloodied ghost which looked like that of a feminine sandcat. Startled slightly, he scampered further into the dangerous land, more concerned about his own life. Resting for a moment in a crumbling building, another ghost of what seemed to be a more masculine sand cat popped up in his face. However, there was one difference: This one had a scar on his left eye.