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Whattt an adopt?? From me?? Yep! Sorry I haven't been on! To adopt this dude, I want a short story of how he got his scars!

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[Novi]

Username: underfaker
Name: Woodchip
Gender: Male
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told in bipedal/anthro form
"Alright, Woody," Rothbart growled menacingly. "The way I see it, you have two choices; you can leave on your feet, or on a gurney."
Woodchip blew a smoke ring from his cigarette and smirked towards his former companion, tapping the cancer stick slightly to rid it of some excess embers before leaning forward in his seat. "Oh?" he mused daringly. "You always were the headstrong one, Rothy-boy... What makes you think I'll hand over the information that easily?"
Rothbart grinded his teeth in annoyance, but replied smoothly, "Well, seeing as I've got two of your informants in police custody right now, I'd assume you would talk sooner or later."
"Hmph." Another puff from his cigarette. "Well, Rothy-boy, you know what they say about assuming..."
Rothbart quirked a brow. "Excuse me?"
Woodchip chuckled lightly, looking up at the other male with an amused expression on his face. "Oh, Rothbart, did you honestly think I would care for only two of my informants?" he smirked. "Please. They're not worth the trouble I'd have to go through to get them back."
Rothbart scowled disgustedly at his old friend. "So what you're saying is-"
"Keep them, kill them - do whatever you'd please with them," Woodchip shrugged. "I honestly couldn't care less about those twerps. Pretty useless, though, if you ask me - I give them one simple task and they couldn't even follow that order. Hmph. They're better off dead, anyways."
By now, Rothbart was fuming. "Woodchip, these are your friends you're talking about!" he barked angrily. "What do you mean they're-"
"Friends?" Woodchip muttered confusedly, raising a brow. "Who ever said anything about those ignoramuses being my friends? Surely my friends wouldn't be stupid enough to get themselves captured by the police their first night on the job..."
Rothbart slammed his paws on the table. "Woody, you can't be serious! Blank and Iris - they were like family to us when we were kids! Does that mean nothing to-"
"Were," Woodchip interrupted, enunciating the word coldly. "Times have changed, Rothbart. When are you going to grow up, old chum?"
That did it. Something inside Rothbart snapped, and, seething with rage, the tom cat lunged at Woodchip with a mighty roar. Woodchip snarled as he was pinned to the ground, the cats soon becoming a tangled knot of hissing, spitting claws and teeth. Rothbart raked his claws across Woodchip's pelt unforgivingly as he cursed at the older male, biting down hard.
Suddenly, two pairs of paws grabbed Rothbart by his arms and yanked him up. Woodchip's goons had heard the ruckus, and one dealt a harsh whack to Rothbart's gut, effectively knocking the wind out of the younger. But before any more damage could be done, Woodchip stood to his paws, clearing his throat and turning towards his henchmen. "Bruno. Willis," he muttered, glowering spitefully at Rothbart. "Would you please...escort our lovely guest out?"
The two tuxedo cats nodded, dragging a cursing, spitting tom out forcefully. Once Rothbart was gone, Woodchip let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, and began to inspect the damage done. Hmph. Those bite and scratch marks were certainly deep enough to leave a few scars... Nothing too bad, though. With another sigh, Woodchip sat back down in his chair and went back to work.

[Phina Wolf]

Username: Lv.pnys2
Name: Torrento
Gender: Male
Story: Torrento was strolling through the forrest. The smells drifted lazily through the hot, still summer air, so be the time he caught the scent, it was too late. He had crossed the boundary of a colony of cats, and they were going to make him pay. Three cats sprang at him out of nowhere, driving him back out of their territory. They would have killed him, but a female stopped them. "He is gone now, and will never come back." She said, glancing at Torrento. He nodded, and they let him leave. After walking for a long, long time, Torrento suddenly scented the same female. "Hello again." Came her voice behind him. He turned, met her eyes, and they both smiled. "I've missed you Fiona." "And I you. It's good to have my mate back." The calico said, rubbing up against him. They walked off into the forrest, Their tails entwined.

Fiona: viewtopic.php?f=53&t=2921439

[Burpz]

Username:warriorcatmidstar aj
Name:thicket
Gender: Male
Story:
My mother was named bramble.So one day I got lost while chasing after a sparrow.My mother was so worried about me she didn't eat in till she found me.Years past and my mother died of white cough.
My litter mates made fun of me so fought them and that a how I got a scar.Also I had run and a twig fell on my head.Boy did that hurt!

[tragedy,]

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[Novi]

gently nudges? qwq

[♥Meeshi♥]

[center]Username: underfaker
Name: Woodchip
Gender: Male
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told in bipedal/anthro form
"Alright, Woody," Rothbart growled menacingly. "The way I see it, you have two choices; you can leave on your feet, or on a gurney."
Woochip blew a smoke ring from his cigarette and smirked towards his former companion, tapping the cancer stick slightly to rid it of some excess embers before leaning forward in his seat. "Oh?" he mused daringly. "You always were the headstrong one, Rothy-boy... What makes you think I'll hand over the information that easily?"
Rothbart grinded his teeth in annoyance, but replied smoothly, "Well, seeing as I've got two of your informants in police custody right now, I'd assume you would talk sooner or later."
"Hmph." Another puff from his cigarette. "Well, Rothy-boy, you know what they say about assuming..."
Rothbart quirked a brow. "Excuse me?"
Woodchip chuckled lightly, looking up at the other male with an amused expression on his face. "Oh, Rothbart, did you honestly think I would care for only two of my informants?" he smirked. "Please. They're not worth the trouble I'd have to go through to get them back."
Rothbart scowled disgustedly at his old friend. "So what you're saying is-"
"Keep them, kill them - do whatever you'd please with them," Woodchip shrugged. "I honestly couldn't care less about those twerps. Pretty useless, though, if you ask me - I give them one simple task and they couldn't even follow that order. Hmph. They're better off dead, anyways."
By now, Rothbart was fuming. "Woodchip, these are your friends you're talking about!" he barked angrily. "What do you mean they're-"
"Friends?" Woodchip muttered confusedly, raising a brow. "Who ever said anything about those ignoramuses being my friends? Surely my friends wouldn't be stupid enough to get themselves captured by the police their first night on the job..."
Rothbart slammed his paws on the table. "Woody, you can't be serious! Blank and Iris - they were like family to us when we were kids! Does that mean nothing to-"
"Were," Woodchip interrupted, enunciating the word coldly. "Times have changed, Rothbart. When are you going to grow up, old chum?"
That did it. Something inside Rothbart snapped, and, seething with rage, the tom cat lunged at Woodchip with a mighty roar. Woodchip snarled as he was pinned to the ground, the cats soon becoming a tangled knot of hissing, spitting claws and teeth. Rothbart raked his claws across Woodchip's pelt unforgivingly as he cursed at the older male, biting down hard.
Suddenly, two pairs of paws grabbed Rothbart by his arms and yanked him up. Woodchip's goons had heard the ruckus, and one dealt a harsh whack to Rothbart's gut, effectively knocking the wind out of the younger. But before any more damage could be done, Woodchip stood to his paws, clearing his throat and turning towards his henchmen. "Bruno. Willis," he muttered, glowering spitefully at Rothbart. "Would you please...escort our lovely guest out?"
The two tuxedo cats nodded, dragging a cursing, spitting tom out forcefully. Once Rothbart was gone, Woodchip let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, and began to inspect the damage done. Hmph. Those bite and scratch marks were certainly deep enough to leave a few scars... Nothing too bad, though. With another sigh, Woodchip sat back down in his chair and went back to work.

'oppsies, forgot about this ;w;

Congrats! Your story was very thrilling and I took great int rest in it, especially with Rothbart in it! :3

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[Novi]

squeaks thank you!! quq
aaa I'm probably gonna make a few edits to the story, since I noticed a couple of typos in it qwq"

[♥Meeshi♥]

hehe Well the story is amazing o3o!

and I hope you love them! ^.^