Linda the Rogue

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    [size=36pt]LINDA~[/size]
    My paws scraped the bottom of the cave's floor. My still fluffy from kithood fur (I'm seven moons old) blowing in the wind. I charge after a mouse, killing it in one bite. I sit down , and eat it.
    I'm the lonliest cat I know. My sisters all lived in Twolegplace as kittypets. My mother died at my birth. I never met my father. All i know is he is a Clan cat named Clawface.
    I know no one else ever comes here, my favorite spot, which I call the Bat Cave because it used to be populated with bats. Now they're not even here. Suddenly, behind me I hear pawsteps. Is it another cat? Is it a dog? But I was stuck in one place, not moving a claw.................

    Blind golden eyes stare out at her, his ears flicking.
    "Well...seems I found the rouge that keeps coming into my new home" he mewed, the large, muscular tom standing a good height, but he was no adult, he looked t be around 10 moons at most, but by the way his fur was soft and fluffy, he seemed to be a overgrown 8 moon old kitten...
    "Now...who are you?" he challenged, his jet black paws against his silver tabby pelt, streaked by the black streaks caused his image to be lost in the shadows he stood in.

    "Such a twoleg name....." he mewed, padding into clear view, the handsome tom kit thick with muscles and heavy with his size, his eyes strong and hot like fire, blazing like a inferno.

    "I now live here....and you are standing a step away from my bad, and I prefer you not trompit" he mewd bluntly and padded over, not fearing her one bit, nor showing aggression.

    I stepped back. "Well, what's your name?" I asked. I was a little friendlier. This cat seemed interesting.

    I nodded. "OK, Hark. So, how long have you lived in this cave?" I asked. "I've lived here since my sisters and brother started some Clans, and abandoned me, which was three moons ago, and I'm seven moons old."

    "I don't have the mercy of living here that long, I just moved in a while ago, a few das...there was no scents nor territorial marks, so the home was unclaimed and open to me." he said, laying down in his dingy nest to groom himself free of debris.

    "Yeah, I don't really live here, I just hang around here alot," I reply, whisking my tongue across my paw.

    "Well, Linda... a proper conversation would be in order...so, how are you?" he mewed, showing he was no social expert, lid in his moss nest, grooming himself as he did everyday.