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here we go to number three

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[charlie emily]

username; amberthepeng
name; patch
gender; male
story; the scrappy tom ran across the torn up sidewalk in the abandoned town. are they still behind me? he asked himself, the blood pounding in his ears. his flank heaved as he kept running, searching for breath. the kit finally turned around. he saw nothing. tsk, he scolded himself. i doubt there was even anything there! his mind started arguing with him again. patch, then called fish, shook his head, trying desperately to clear his thoughts. n-no! he argued. you saw it too! the arguing continued. he finally decided to search the allies and trashcans for food, as his stomach seemed to be roaring. he darted in to an alley, starting to realise how self aware he was. he ran to a trashcan in the back of the alley. it was covered in filth, which disgusted him, but he knew he needed to eat. he shoved away the lid on the trashcan and found a furry gray and black body nibbling at a rotten apple. "shoo!" he hissed at the raccoon. it glared at fish and made a kind of squeak or squirrel noise, dropped its apple, and dragged itself away, still twitching its tail and muttering to itself as it left. at least... i get this apple? he thought dryly. he hopped in to the trashcan and began gnawing on the apple. it simply tasted like trash to him. he hopped up on the rim of the trashcan and spit out the apple. "yuck!" he hissed and jumped back into the trashcan. he clawed at the trashbags in the trashcan. filth poured out on to his paws. he yoweled in disgust and ran out of the alley. he shook his paws and wiped them on the ground, trying to get the filth off his paws. he sighed unhappily, his stomach yowling in agony. he began running across the torn sidewalk, keeping a sharp eye out for food. he eventually found a dead mouse on the right side of the sidewalk. his mouth watered as he eyed the mouse. he scooped it in to his mouth. it's not even that bad! he smiled to himself. must've died recently. he swallowed and his stomach already seemed to be full, yet his mouth was dry. he scanned the road, looking for a puddle. he found a murky, hot puddle and drank quietly from it. it quenched his thirst, yet he knew it tasted disgusting. he darted in to another alley and found and old bean bag that had all the beans poured out of it. he lay down and curled up with his nose under his paws. he woke up with four snarling cats around him- a tortiseshell she-cat with a scar over her eye, a grumpy gray maine coon with matted fur and dull eyes, a bombay with well kept fur, sharp, amber eyes and one paw with no fur. the last cat was a mean looking rouge with plenty of scars layering his body. "get up." the rogue said. his voice was rough and raspy. fish looked up and started shaking. "who-who are you?" he asked, bewildered. "it doesn't matter, kid." the tortiseshell spoke up.
all he remembered was a paw swiping at his head. then it was black. he couldn't feel anything. am i alive? he wondered, and struggled to move his body. then he finally opened his eyes. he was in an alley he didn't know, which the same four cats around him.
all they did was boss him around. his name is patch. he's whipped in to shape.
"hey, patch, can you-"
"not now, vicky!" he hissed at the tortiseshell, lying in his corner, gnawing on his fish. patch looked in to his fish's eye. that reflects a coward that you and i both hate very much, he thought, having a flashback of when he was fish. patch was fierce. the leader of his alley. no cat dared to challenge him.

he still lives on today, a little bit more kind due to him getting older.

sorry about this one being so long! (also sorry if it doesn't make sense i did this late at night)

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amberthepeng
he is yours i really loved your story!! take good care of him!

[charlie emily]

amberthepeng
he is yours i really loved your story!! take good care of him!

thank you ^^ and i will!