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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.