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Yay ^^ Phant - thanks! Forgot about Paws... o.O

Paws

Paws stared at him. "You must really hate humans..." Leo snorted derisively.

"These things are true."

"So if ya hate humans, why are you hanging out with their toy?" Paws glanced at Patches quickly. "No offense..."

"It's okay," she squeaked, still a little wary of Paws.

"Mmm... Hey! A butterfly!"

"Wha...?" Patches looked behind her and Paws chose that moment to leap at her. "Ah!" Paws knocked her to the ground easily. Leo took a few steps towards them as though he intended to break it up, but stopped. Maybe he noticed Paws' sheathed claws.

Paws pinned Patches to the ground triumphantly. "Aha!"

Poor Patches looked terrified. Grinning, Paws dipped her head and touched her nose to Patches'. "Chill, I ain't gonna hurt you, kid. just messing around." She stepped off the poor cat and looked at Leo. "Reckon I broke the tension?"

"I reckon you broke something," he replied dryly.

**Sorry for the attack, ... couldn't think of anything else to do... o.O

Taz

As Taz heard a distant caller, he shouted at the top of his voice to show that he was there.

"Please help I am at the river!" Taz shouted with fear.

"I'm coming!" An unfamiliar voice replied. Taz flailed and splashed as a Tabby cat with a white chest and nose flung himself into the water. With the cats help he got to the river bank and pulled himself up.

"Thank you so much! You saved my life!"

"No... Problem..." The Tabby cat replied.

"Stupid butterfly" Taz muttered.

**Haha! I love it! I have a little idea for some action... Let me know what you think. If you don't like it, I'll edit it out.

Leo

"I think you broke something," Leo replied dryly. Paws grinned at him. Leo glanced down at Patches, who was still lying on the ground, shaking. Still staring at her, he licked his paw and rubbed his face to clean it.

"You okay?"

Patches looked at the ground. "I guess..." she muttered. Leo smirked, glancing back up at Paws.

"I think you gave her quite a fright," he said smoothly, still washing his face. Paws stretched.

"Maybe."

"Well, you could have given me some sort of warning!" cried Patches shrilly. Paws stared at her, startled.

"That's not our way," said Leo quickly, putting his paw down. "We speak in much quieter and more subtle ways."

Patches stood up stiffly, not meeting anyone's eyes. Leo cocked his head at her, watching Patches closely. Patches was taking all of this too seriously. Leo supposed it was stress. In the course of a few hours, she had been stripped away from her old life... Leo guessed that that was the only reason he was still with her. He pitied her at bit, and didn't want to see her get hurt.

Suddenly, the Leo froze, his ears perking up. From behind him, he heard Paws give a loud hiss. Leo spun around just as a giant wire box was dropped on top of him. He yowled frantically, throwing himself against the wire to escape. He looked up. Three humans in dark green uniforms were standing near Leo.

Leo hissed, backing away from the nearest one. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Paws and Patches trapped in similar wire boxes. One of the humans picked up a small black box that had been hanging on his belt. He spoke a few words in the box, and soon later a great big human-mover rolled up near them.

Leo began yowling again as the human nearest to him picked up the wire box that Leo was in. Leo was thrust into the back of the human-mover. He screamed fearfully, biting the edges of the cage, desperate to break through. The was a great scraping noise as Paws and Patches were shoved in behind Leo, but Leo payed them no notice.

Leo gave a last, strangled, desperate cry as the humans shut the door of the mover, and Leo was plunged into darkness.

**Tell me what you think.... I feel like this would give them something to do, other than just chatting away...

Oooh. Very good. More action. Right:

Paws

"When I get out," she growled, "and yes, when I get out, remind me to claw my brother until he hasn't got a scrap of fur left on his scrawny, irritating, stupid, pigheaded-"

"This going somewhere?"

"-body. Remind me, okay?"

"Yeah, alright. When we get out. Any bright ideas?" there was a pause, followed by a "I should never have let my guard down like that."

"Ha, first time humans have sneaked up on me. I mean, what? That came out of nowhere. Bam! Normally I smell 'em before I hear 'em, and they sure do stink. How'd they creep up on us like that?" Paws stopped a she realised she'd been babbling. Oh hell, she thought. "I can't be locked up! I got mouths to feed! A mate, kittens..."

"You have kittens?" Leo asked sharply.

"Nah, nor do I have a mate. Wish I did though. Cats with sob stories often get let out. Hey, the kid alright? She's pretty quiet..."

"Patches," Leo said softly. "You okay?"

There was a high-pitched wail. "This can't be happening! I have a home! I - I'm not a stray! Tell them!"

"Yeah, alright. I'll tell 'em." Paws snorted. "Humans are stupid. They don't understand anything. Even when you speak to them nice and slow, they still won't drop the damn burger. Is that such a hard concept to understand?"

**Pretty bad, I know. But I get out of description 'cause it's so dark, right?

Not a problem - One thing, though - Leo has a gigantic fear of humans. He fears them just as much as he hates them...

Leo

Leo threw himself against the wire of his box again. "This," he grunted. "Thing. Won't. Budge!"

"Yeah, well, that would be the point, wouldn't it? If there's one thing that humans are, its efficient... Their stuff lasts forever... I mean - "

"Would you shut up?" snarled Leo. Paws was silent for a moment.

"Leo?" asked Patches tentatively.

"What?" Leo snapped, trowing himself against the wire again.

"Are you okay?"

Leo froze. "Am I okay? No, I am not okay!" he yowled. "We are trapped, Patches! Can your little house-cat brain comprehend that!? If we don't get out, we are as good as dead!"

Leo clawed at the wire frantically. Faintly, he heard one of the cats shifting in their box.

"Leo," Paws said firmly near his right ear. Leo jumped. He hadn't realized Paws was so close. "You need to relax. All you are going to do is rip a claw or a tooth out... You are weakening yourself..."

Leo growled furiously. "I. Don't. Care!" he screamed, throwing himself against the wire again. "I've got to get out! They killed my family! They will kill me, too! They -They - " Leo suddenly felt drained. He sank to the floor of the wire box, quivering. ''Murderers," he muttered deliriously. "They are going to kill me... Like Mother, and - and - " Leo fell silent, still breathing heavily.

Paws and Patches said nothing, shocked into silence.

Dutchess

She was carried home, clutched to Breanne's chest. Dutchess prefered it this way though...she felt comforted after evreything.

Dutchess purred quietly as Breanne made promises of long, hot baths and no more lonely walks in the parks. She would be by her side always.

Inside, Breanne's parents hugged her and sniffed at Dutchess. To them, she was only a pompous cat, to Breanne, she was her comfort. They needed each other.

She started the bath and put her in the bath. It quickly changed to a darker, murky color and Breanne changed the water out.

After thirty minutes Breanne took Dutchess to her bed.

"You'll sleep with me tonight. No matter what daddy says," she smiled down at the cat. "I love you, Dutch. Don't scare me like that, anymore."

Dutchess purred in response and when Breanne fell asleep, Dutchess snuck out. She wanted to go see Tom. They had had an...interesting time out after all. Besides, she had never seen the park at night.

She ran out the kitty door and towards the park. Maybe he would be there. Hopefully his sister wouldn't.

Wow! Forgot about this! Sorry guys! phantom - so sorry! I was in a dialogue mood... but okay, fear of humans.

Paws

"What happened?" she asked.

"Mother... mother..." it was just quiet murmuring. Either he hadn't heard, or he was unable to answer.

"Yo! Leo!" she snapped. "Snap out of it!"

There was silence. Paws wasn't sure if this meant he was listening or not. Then she made out Patches' faint whimper. She was frightened; more over Leo's reaction to the situation rather than the situation itself.

"Whatever happened then just forget about it; you have to channel all your energy into now. How can you expect to survive if you just despair all the time?" It was why Paws had chosen the quirky, can't-get-me-down attitude and the deadly air of a cat that knew what it was doing. The ones which got too serious didn't stand a chance. "Leo, you think I haven't got into a situation like this before?"

"You know how to get out?" cried Patches.

"I know who can get us out. Sas - she's always in and out - for free meals when she can't be bothered to hunt. We just have to stick it out a little longer and then-"

"I can't! I can't! I have to get out now! They will kill me! Is that such a hard concept for your tiny mind to understand?"

Paws lost all sense of the calm she'd been holding on to. "Okay! Insult me again and I will tear out your throat!"

Leo gave a weak, ironic laugh. "Remind me how you are going to do that, again? we're in cages. Weak, vulnerable, sitting ducks. Just ready to be killed. And they will kill us."

Paws heard Patches gulp.

"Okay, Mister Happy," she snapped. "What exactly happened to you?"

OH! Tom! Ooops.

Tom

"Stupid butterfly" Taz muttered.

"A butterfly?" Tom echoed incredulously. "You almost drowned because of a butterfly?"

"Yeah, I, um, followed it and, um, fell in..."

For a moment Tom couldn't speak, then a gasping laugh left his throat. A few seconds later he was on the ground, unable to stop laughing. It was a happy laugh of victory. They'd beaten the river - and the butterfly. It was as if all his tension that had been gradually building up left him. For the first time in ages, he felt weightless, unburdened.

The other cat didn't understand the deeper emotions, it just saw Tom rolling on the ground with laughter.

It waited until the laughing fit had faded before saying, "I'm Taz. And I didn't see the river! It was just there! The butterfly tricked me - I swear. Didn't you hear it laughing at me?"

Tom grinned and licked his chest, smoothing down the dripping fur. "Tom. And no, didn't hear it. Nor did I even see it, for that matter." He looked up at the cat with another smile. "I haven't been here in a while. I didn't know it had changed so much."

"Yeah," muttered Taz. "All the rich, snobby cats hang out here. It's where all the big houses are. So I keep bumping into stuck-up, spoilt cats."

Tom grimaced a little as he thought of another stuck-up cat. He forced on a neutral expression as he replied, "Some of those 'spoilt cats' are okay sometimes. At least in their hearts. They can be nice."

"Yeah, nice before they slice." He punctuated his words with a sweep of his claw. "Their words are shaper than their claws. Anyway, thanks for helping me."

Tome shook off his irritation and replied half-heartedly, "Don't chase any more butterflies."

"No, I won't. Crickets are better." He pretended to cup his paws around an invisible one. "They can't stay in the air that long."

"Well..." said Tom uneasily, realising this cat was going to find himself in trouble again. "I suppose I'd better get going. Hey - you don't know any white cats around here, do you?"

Taz sent him a puzzled look. "No. Wait, black and white? That's Flower - she always comes down to explore. Why, are you looking for her?"

"No. I meant... never mind. Don't get in any more trouble, Taz." Tom managed a somewhat weak smile before he trotted past him.

HI!!

I know it's been nearly two weeks since I was on, but I got my computer back!!! So I'll be back on everyday again! I know you're all just thrilled about that So I'll post if I need to, but I just wanted to catch up and give you all the news

~Rayne

Hey, is it okay to still join? I know you're all six pages in, but I've read all six pages like ten times already! Also, I won't be making a cat, or anything like that if it's a concern!

RayneChild wrote:HI!!

I know it's been nearly two weeks since I was on, but I got my computer back!!! So I'll be back on everyday again! I know you're all just thrilled about that So I'll post if I need to, but I just wanted to catch up and give you all the news

Yay! ^^

...Can people post..? I'm ever so slightly impatient XD

^^

It doesn't matter what you make Please do join! We are always open to new people!!!

I'm glad you're enjoying the story ^^

I'll post in just a bit

Name: Destroyer (Des)

Gender: Female

Breed: Flat Coat Retriever/German Wirehaired Pointer/Labrador Retriever/Pitbull

Home: Local trailer park

Age: Three (21)

Appearance: Des is a dark chocolate color with honey brown eyes. She has obvious muscle, strictly from the fighting she was put through her first two years of life. She's got three, vertical scars over her right eye, and is blind in said eye. She also has a few scars on her flank from the beatings she took after loosing a fight, or even if she won.

Personality: Destroyer is very quiet. Hank does most of the talking for her, simply because she's scared of trusting someone. She dislikes men, simply because her last owner was a male, and even if she's a sweetheart around children and puppies, she can get very fierce with older dogs when her disability is mentioned.

History: Des was born to a German Wirehaired Pointer-Labrador Retriever mix and a Pitbull-Flat Coat Retriever mix. The owner of her mother sold her to a man who was a friend of a friend's cousin. From the age of four months, she was made into a monster. Every fighting dog owner knew the name Destroyer, and all of them wanted to pin her against their own dog. When she was two, still young, she was thrown into a ring with a huge rottweiler who looked like he'd been hit by a car, and had eaten one. By the time the battle was over, Des could hardly walk and she had lost sight in her right eye. Her owner was so angry that he beat her to near death, and left her in the ring to die slowly. Then, Hank came along. He had been a fighting dog, but turned on his owner once both of his ears where torn off, so he was able to get away. Hank helped Des recover, and even taught her to channel her anger into something other than fighting. So instead of fighting, she chases squirrel, cats, and anything that moves, but only when she's angry. Now, both she and Hank are living peacefully under a trailer park in the middle of the city.

Other: Up for love and blind in right eye

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Name: Hanktopolis (Hank)

Gender: Male

Breed: Argentinian Mastiff

Home: Local trailer park

Age: Four (28)

Appearance: Hank has a white coat, cropped ears as he likes to say, and bright blue eyes. He's sheer muscle with a thin, rough coat.

Personality: Hank is very calm and collected. He likes to chase things.

History: Hank was bred to a fighting dog owner. From the time he was born he was trained to fight. He was forced to lug hundred of pounds just to get stronger, and his owner often fed him human food to get his metabolism working. By the time he was two, both his ears were gone, even though he likes to say cropped since it sounds nicer. He turned on his owner and ran away. Then, he met Destroyer at age three, and helped her recooperate and turn into a much kinder mutt. Now he lives with Des, as an older brother figure, in the trailer park.

Other: Up for love and he looks big and bad, but he's just a big teddy bear.

I'm gonna make another character because I love her and I want another one XD

Name: Border (creative, no? )

Gender: Female

Breed: German shepherd/Border collie mix

Home: A large mansion, just down the street from Duchess' home

Age: 3

Appearance: *below * She has the size and build of a German shepherd, but the coat, markings, ears and tail of a border collie. She has the most beautiful pale-blue eyes you've ever seen and a huge, pink diamond-studded collar

Personality: Border is a very happy-go-lucky dog. Her hobbies include running, being groomed, and even, yes, dancing. She loves to dance to techno music. Just anything that gets her excited and her blood pumping. She rarely gets mad, and it takes a lot to get her there, but when she does, her German shepherd instincts kick in and she's pretty brutal. She's very fast and friendly and loves all animals, for the most part.

History: Not much. Her mother was a border collie and her father a German shepherd, and she was adopted by a wealthy family who treats her as a pure-bred pup. She's been a happy dog her entire life

Other: Up for love ^^

Des and Hank~

"Destroyer! Get your lazy butt up!" Hank's growling filled the still air in the trailer park, causing Destroyer to open her good eye lazily. She pulled herself to her feet and clubbed the larger dog in the nose.

"Shut your snout you cow." She sighed and crawled out from under the trailer that made up her home. "I don't even want to hear your complaining, okay? I was the one that got chased by freaking dog catchers after you killed that metal trash can." She shook her black fur out tiredly, sharp metal on her collar digging into her skin. With a wince she let out a breath of air, padding her way towards the entrance of the trailer park.

"Here puppy!" A young girl called, her hair up in puffy pigtails. Destroyer groaned and picked up the pace, turning down the road. Hank took long strides at her side, the two of them taking a few more turns until they were in the rich part of town. The easiest place to get food.

"Come on," Hank barked, headed towards a tall mansion. Destroyer smirked and followed him. She'd heard about the pet dog that lived here. Apparently she was a pampered dog that never got her paws soiled with the dirt on ground. After being sure that no cars were in the driveway Hank and Destroyer jogged around the house, straight for the garbage bins.

"I'll do it this time." Destroyer growled, not up for being chased again. She stood up on her hind legs, the garbage bin coming down with a soft thud. The left overs from the family's dinner the night before spilled into the yard, Destroyer smirking at her accomplishment.