Forgotten... Forever

Chapter One: Falling
I was holding on as tight as I could. My yellow paws slipped on the cold stone. I was so close to falling into the empty black void. So this was what being recycled felt like.

I didn't know arctic wolves got recycled.

Chapter Two: Warm
The first thing I remember about the new place was this: ''warm. ''Then the flood of memories from Jamaa came back.

I remember being looked at by my player. Looked at. With love. She looked at me and she bought me from the Diamond Shop. She said that I was her favorite. I was young enough to believe her. And she DID love me. She dressed me in her best rares and used me every day. I was Lucky Rockyclaw. I was young and beautiful. I walked around Jamaa in BETA elf tails and spiked collars, my black and yellow fur patterned with dark red lightning bolts.

That seems so long ago now. I was recycled. For what? A toucan. A toucan! I was so sad to be shooed away like that, I cried so hard. She said she loved me.

Chapter Three: The New Land
I opened my eyes to a new land. It was beautiful and strange at the same time.

Every single thing that had ever been recycled or deleted was here. Even the Animal Jam features. Dens were arranged around roads, filled with recycled items. Animals, mostly sharks, crocodiles, turtles, rhinos, sloths, and elephants, walked down these lanes, dressed in mostly Rare Item Mondays and cheap store-bought items. I had never felt so out of place. I walked around, and still no one noticed me. I saw the old Medical Center in the middle of the "town." I decided whoever was in there could help me.

Inside was full of deleted items. Not recycled, but deleted. Deleted completely out of Animal Jam. On the hangers, skullies and mace tails hung among the recycled items. On the sides of the room hung