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Hemming has a minion!

Hallows the 13th Cat

Hallows the 13th Cat
Hemming
Legacy Name: Hemming
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Owner:
Age: 15 years, 11 months, 1 week
Born: July 1st, 2010
Adopted: 15 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: August 21st, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 25
- Strength: 27
- Defense: 25
- Speed: 26
- Health: 25
- HP: 25/25
- Intelligence: 25
- Books Read: 25
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Stupendous Shelf Stocker Supreme
"Him and his foolish pride," Jane muttered. She pushed the needle in again and watched as it carried it's thread tail smoothly behind it without so much as a quiver. Sometimes Jacob could be so childish, standing on his toes so the tailor would think he was taller. She shook her head and chuckled softly. She was lucky to have him. So lucky. Not all the over-sized pants in the world could change that.
"I wonder what could possibly be taking him so long," she whispered. Her husband, Jacob, had taken their young son, Christopher, to a fair near the town earlier that morning, promising to be home by dinner.
They barged in suddenly, without so much as a small knock on the door. She leapt up, her sewing box crashing from her lap to the floor. "Witch!" they cried, "Get her!" They ran at her, grabbed her, drug her out of her home. She kicked furiously and screamed with all of her heart. What is going on? - There was no explanation, no reason they gave to her. They simply took her to die.
They were taking her, dragging her away from everything... Her whole world. She thought of her house, her friends, her love... Her baby. Who would take care of her baby? She struggled harder and really began to fight, punching and swinging, digging her nails and teeth into their skin. She would do anything to get away from them. She had to see her baby again.
"I wonder what could possibly be taking him so long," she whispered. Her husband, Jacob, had taken their young son, Christopher, to a fair near the town earlier that morning, promising to be home by dinner.
They barged in suddenly, without so much as a small knock on the door. She leapt up, her sewing box crashing from her lap to the floor. "Witch!" they cried, "Get her!" They ran at her, grabbed her, drug her out of her home. She kicked furiously and screamed with all of her heart. What is going on? - There was no explanation, no reason they gave to her. They simply took her to die.
They were taking her, dragging her away from everything... Her whole world. She thought of her house, her friends, her love... Her baby. Who would take care of her baby? She struggled harder and really began to fight, punching and swinging, digging her nails and teeth into their skin. She would do anything to get away from them. She had to see her baby again.
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