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Jul 27, 2013 21:40:30 GMT -5
Post by Brave on Jul 27, 2013 21:40:30 GMT -5
Name. Chaser Alias. none Sex. Male Youth. One Bloodlines. [ Manchester Terrier x Miniature Schnauzer ] x [ Miniture Schnauzer x Parson Terrier ] Allegiance. Loner
Ratio. ? Condition. Relatively healthy Eyes. A light, clouded brown Fur. Black with tan points Scent. ? Voice. ? Appearance. ?
Position. Submissive State. Stable Personality. Nosey but polite, thinks s/he's a cat, generally quiet, dependent, more coming soon
Sire. Unknown Dam. Unknown Other. Blacktooth (the cat who found him) and Feralheart (the "clan" leader) Birthplace. History. born, abandoned by mother, found by cat, deceived into think s/he's a cat, stayed with cats hunting rodents with his/her ears and nose, basically treated as slave, got in a fight with the lead cat after a canine told him he wasn't a cat, and left.
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At first, everything was warm and safe. But just like a mother would be ripped away from my life, the feeling was torn from my senses as a new sensation filled me.I couldn't breathe until a sand-papery object began to lick me relentlessly. No matter how much I screamed for help, the feeling just kept coming. I yelped and screamed and tried to scramble free until the thought hit me that made this wasn't a predator. It was, in fact, my mother. I quickly submitted to the feeling on my mother's licking and waited until she was done to crawl to the center of her warmth. The noises of my siblings suckling drove hunger deep within my tummy so, pushing one of my siblings out of the way, I latched on to a teat and began to suckle. Once I'd eaten my fill, I settled down close to my mother's stomach and took a nap for the first time in my life.
Mama, as I learned to call her, was alright. Mostly, though, she did what was necessary and then whined about being stuck with a litter of pups while "That Bastard" was with other female.
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