Tom of the streets

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    The allies were silent that time of night. A blue tabby, named Icicle, sat alone, watching the rain pour down outside his box fortress, as he day dreamed

    A tiny she cat walked past his house. She was in bad shape,her ribs showing,bloody and matted fur,and scars everywhere. She was also sick with a cold

    Icicle blinked in surprise, "H-hello. Do you need somewhere to stay?" He asked with a smile, hiding his surprise, and directing his question both at the ginger she-cat and the scarred one.

    Icicle stepped out into the rain, "I'm sorry to say, miss, but it looks like you need it most. You could get infected with pneumonia."

    Icicle smiled, and beckoned her first, bowing a little, "After you Ma'am"

    Icicle walked in and sat near the entrance, smiling, "Icicle's the name. Any shortening is fine, Nice to meet you Shooty."

    "You seem too nice a She-cat to deserve all those cuts. What'd they attack you for? Simply trespassing?" Icicle mewed, examining the wounds

    "And you attacked them?" he guessed again, a little shock and admiration filling his face

    Icicle gave a funny look, "How is where your born or who your born to your fault to be teased for?"

    Another funny face appeared, "That's not your fault... being born isn't decided. It's their fault for being bullies..." he mewed

    Icicle smiled, "That'd work a lot with... well, never mind. Sounds like a good idea."