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The grey-flaked tom despised making friends. Too troublesome to keep up with, and younger felines were always so oblivious when it came to the world nowadays. He ignored Peanut's question for the time being, waiting for the feline to respond to Wasp before addressing them both, "Annex. To take for oneself. I lived here before felines began pouring in from who-knows-where, but now strangers are making themselves at home, taking my territory without permission."

Of the two felines, neither had made a good impression on him, though Wasp seemed less nervous about everything which gained him some points. "You," Granite said to Peanut, "-are part of that group." He then turned to Wasp and remarked, "As for you, you never explained your purpose for being here."

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"Thanks!" Twinkie purred back. She looked up at the setting sun. "I think I should go find a place to sleep. Thanks for helping me!"

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"No problem. Be careful!" she added as Twinkie scampered away.

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Mulberry turned away and began the search for some food for she and Jaggedfang. Before long, she had caught a vole, and, with some skillful stalking, managed to bring down a thrush pecking among some ferns. Trotting back to the den, she pushed her way through the entrance. @Lionblaze2008

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Theodore
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Theodore sat on top of an overturned crate in between two of the boxy shacks that served for shelter, his claws kneaded into the rotted wood as he watched for attackers looking to take his territory, For he believed that since no-one was I looking to start hierarchy of any sort, why not take advantage of it? Claiming the small alley wasn’t too momentous for others, but it was for Theodore, Rouge, born kittypet, it meant he had some level of control.
When he was finished, and bored, of watching for enemies, Theodore leaped onto a lopsided windowsill and peered into one of the shacks through the broken window. Inside, it was empty and all he saw that might be of use was a strange fluffy thing that reminded him of his kithood. He slipped through the window and into the structure, wincing as his paw pad got cut on one of the shattered pieces of glass left behind from when the window was broken all that time ago. Licking his paw rappedly, he felt the pain cease.
Now that he was inside, he realized that this place was quite warm, thus making it a perfect place for Theodore to live, since the door was closed and there were minimum holes, none big enough for a cat to squeeze through, making sure that he has the place all to himself, unless some stupid cat came into his territory, the place was his!
He settled down on the fluffy thing- now realizing it was a Twoleg pelt, probably left behind- and fell asleep, dreaming of conquering the world- or at least Fisher’s Point.

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He awoke late morning, stretching luxuriously, he got to his paws. Now that he was rested up, he could go back to his perch to look for intruders of his territory.
Ah, today was going to be a good day.

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Dawn assumed the reason this cat had talked to her was because of her family. Dawn remembered when she used to have a family. It was nice. But the past was past. And nothing could change that.
Dawn was used to awkward silences. She simply lifted her eyebrow at the cat, her muscles tensed as usual.

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