Realistic Warrior "Cats" Soap
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Thread Topic: Realistic Warrior "Cats" Soap
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Name: Scourge (AKA Tiny)
Gender: Male
Age: emmm 17
Personality: Abusive as f---, Scourge will harm the person he'll attempt to fall in love with. He hates being told that he's wrong and he'll probably hurt you if you try to calm him down.
Weapon: Knife -
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Name: Gwen
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality: Mother like and kind, she used to be owned by a caring twoleg until they died in a car accident. She's been crippled since birth, some of the muscles in her leg didn't form correctly so she walks with a limp. She's been living on the streets for a while, but not been very successful. -
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
no fair cute girl gets injured worse why -
because heph is a cruel person and life sucks
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cries
not it -
goddamn you
Gwen rummaged through the dumpster. It had taken her a whole five minutes to actually get into the thing, and she didn't plan on getting out until she found something to eat. She couldn't remember her last meal. Her head hurt. -
Scourge was walking down the street, ignoring the stares from other people. Behind him was Bone- his "deputy" if you would - and they were busy patrolling the area. "God dammit, I haven't seen a stray in ages," Scourge hissed in anger. "It gets boring without finding something to mark up."
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Gwen thought she heard something, and lowered her head, trying to become invisible. She continued searching, however.
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Bone jerked his head up when his excellent ears heard noises coming from a dumpster. Without a word, he signaled to Scourge, and started to get in front of him. Scourge pushed him back, walking to the alleyway that Bone had pointed to. He walked in, his eyes instantly locking on the pretty girl.
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She isn't notice them, as she was too intent on her goal. This dumpster seemed to just be filled with trash, though. She hadn't found any sign of food yet. Her stomach growled.
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"Hey, stray, you're on my property. I suggest you stop what you're doing and look at me right in the eyes," Scourge growled. "Unless you wanna die. I'd hate to kill such a cute girl."
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Gwen stopped cold at the sound of the voice. She glanced over the edge of the dumpster, eyes wide.
"Who're you?" -
"That's for me to know and you to find out. What are you doing in my territory?" Scourge narrowed his eyes, walking forward. His hand was on his knife.
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"Looking...for food." She murmered, watching his movements closely. There was no way she could leap out of the dumpster and run past the two of them. Not with her leg.
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