WHEN THEY KNOW CHAMPION IS YOUR NAME ( Satoshipaw gets a pet ?! )

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    Satoshipaw was, well, on a little break. After looking for a mentor out the ass, the tuxedo cat decided to relax on the beach. Satoshipaw noticed a small yellow-cream ball. He sauntered over to it, and noticed it was a mouse. The mouse squeaked, and ran up Satoshi's leg, kicking up glassy sand.
    Satoshi knew a bit of Japenese, so he called the Mouse 'Pikachu.' Pika ment sparkle, and Chu was a mouse squeak. Or it was vice versa.
    But who cared. The mouse had fallen asleep in Satoshipaw's fur.
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    Along came Arabianpaw.


    The snow-white she-cat sauntered over, intending on making her way past the tom and continuing on her way. The scent of prey, though, filled her nostrils, and quick as a flash she was dropped into the hunting crouch. "Hold still, Chimichanga!" she hissed, not remembering his name enough to put any real effort into making it sound right. "Lunch just crawled right up onto your back!"