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[Spiritstar3]

Samantha Haskins- Sammie- f- 22 years- Drifter- bi- has a cat, Kita- Tags: Ginger

The strawberry blonde girl smiled as she walked along. Patting the Snowshoe or Snowshoe mix looking cat once in awhile. The cat purred, flicking her tail back and forth gently a couple times. Samantha giggled over this fact, then shook her head at herself.

She glanced around for a moment, still not noticing the others yet…Others being one human and one mutated canine. The cat sniffed the air, seeming to possibly catch the smell of the dog…That or she caught the smell of something else. Either way, she made a sound sort of like a growl and a hiss combined. Samantha took notice of this, and looked around once more. Now cautious, seeing as her cat was reacting to something near them. She didn't see Ginger yet, because she wasn’t looking to the right area, but she’d see her soon enough.

For now, she looked around in front of and to the sides of herself. Trying to spot whatever Kita appeared to be reacting to. She tilted her head, as she couldn’t seem to see anything. She didn’t hear or see anything, not yet, so she let out a small sigh. Shaking her head, and reaching to pat the cat. Kita was lashing her tail now, as what she was smelling was getting closer. She’d caught the scent of both Ginger as well as Mutt. The cat lashed her tail as she smelled at least one of those two getting closer.

Samantha sighed and shook her head again at the cat. Until suddenly, someone was talking behind her and a mutated canine was approaching. Samantha turned and finally saw the girl and her…dog. He technically was a dog, a mutated one. She stared at Mutt…but didn’t really seem scared of him. She happened to like dogs, despite having chosen a cat as her companion. Even this mutated dog didn’t seem to scare her off. She said “I’m just wandering,” which, as she was a drifter, should make sense.

She carefully placed a hand on her cat.

The cat seemingly stared daggers at the hound…but didn’t do much else.

Adam Froste- Frost, Addy- m- 36- Drifter- homosexual- dog Tesla- Tags

The sweet and soft but stubborn and shy male hummed quietly a bit. Looking around the area a moment then shaking his head. Tesla, a German Shepherd mix, was lying down at his side. He smiled as he glanced to the pretty but also handsome dog a moment. The caring, intelligent, diligent and cuddly one let out a sigh. He thought of his parents for a moment. He was much like his father, who could get cold and icy if angered and even dark at times. Not in like…a bad or scary way, just…something.

He was also of course like his mom, with nervousness, honest and being headshy. The outgoing but ornery one smiled a moment. He didn’t look like either of his parents, but that was because he had a lack of pigmentation. This had caused his skin to be very pale. It had given him red looking colored eyes. It had given him white hair and eyebrows, and even his lashes looked white. He imagined his doctor dad, and his oh so helpful mom. She had tried to help others, for as long as he could remember which…had been since he was about six.

He of course couldn’t remember anything before the age of six. That hardly mattered, he’d been told how much they’d loved him. He’d been told how he’d been a quiet and good toddler. He’d even supposedly skipped the terrible twos, never once pitching a fit.

The slender but slightly muscled one broke from his thoughts. Doing so because Tesla pressed a cold and wet nose into his hand. He quickly turned his attention to the dog. Giving him some of the pork or whatever the meat looking stuff was, from the can that claimed to be pork and beans.