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Clothesline
Legacy Name: Clothesline

The Chibi Montre
Owner: Jessamine

Age: 16 years, 4 months, 4 weeks

Born: October 21st, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: July 24th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 12
   
• Strength: 31
   
• Defense: 30
   
• Speed: 30
   
• Health: 30
   
• HP: 30/30
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

A screech rings out shattering the early morning quiet, "Hey! Get outta there!" A cross middle-aged woman with a laundry basket under one arm and a crying toddler in the other looks down over the wrought iron edge of the balcony of her 11th floor apartment just in time to see a skinny brown blob frantically heading for the entrance of the alley, "Yeah, get on with ya! As if I don't got enough-". Her grumbling fades as the puppy's feet pound the pavement, taking him farther and farther away from both the woman and what had been, up until a few moments ago, a decent breakfast. He barely notices the cold concrete paths beneath his pads, although he is keenly aware of the tantalizing aromas that are just beginning to fill the air even as the first yellow cabs start to clutter the streets beside him. He slows, breathing heavily partly from exertion, but mostly because of fear. It would be foolish to think that the small chestnut pup is a stranger to the kind of situation he just found himself in, however, whenever it happens, he can't help but wonder if that meal will be his last. Even in his short life, he has already witnessed several unfortunate dogs get caught, or worse, at the hands of humans. He stops to shake, trying to clear both the unpleasant thought and the soggy grime from his body. Another thought hits him in mid-shake. He stops shaking and grumbles, "Ergh! I didn't even think of somethin' for the guys." Irritated, he starts to turn back, but then thinks better and continues onward. Looking up, he sees the first rays of sunlight shining off the tops of the towering building around him. He begins to lope, knowing that his time is growing short now that the city is waking up. He reaches a corner and quickly looks at the black road for any signs of movement before he darts across to the other side. Almost immediately after he reaches the other side, he is hit with the familiar smell of cooking grease. He turns right into a large alley where three large grayish dumpsters sit up against the brick wall. Clothesline continues past the first two and stops in front of the third, where he crouches down next to the left front wheel and quietly calls under the dumpster, "Hey, Pick, you guys up yet?" A faint greenish glow casts sickly looking shadows and illuminates the dirty underside of the trash receptacle as it moves forward. A tiny mouse emerges and squeaks a greeting. The puppy gently nudges the rodent with his nose in response, and lets the mouse scramble up his face until he finally settles in behind the pup's right ear. The mouse's appearance is unusual to say the least, a neon green light radiates from his entire body while bright gold eyes peak out from under his large blue ears. He would certainly draw unwanted attention to himself, but because of his small size, he is barely noticeable when he sits behind the furry ear of his canine companion. It was actually such a run-in that brought this unlikely pair together in the first place. The peculiar rodent had been searching for crumbs when he caught the attention of some of the feral cats which roam during the night. The mouse had taken off with a squeal, the tiny streak of color competed with the letters of the neon signs which flashed overhead. His little heart racing, he dashed behind the first item he could find, which was a trio of dumpsters in an alley. The street-roaming pup happened to be searching for his own meal when the cats came bounding into the alley. The dog growled at the cats in warning, and they stopped to consider him before deciding the oddity wasn't worth the trouble and slinked back into the night. Waiting a few minutes, the canine went back to his search just as the rodent decided his life was safe for the moment. Seeing the light out of the corner of his eye, the dog turned expecting to see headlights, but found the tiny mammal instead. The mouse was grateful to the dog for saving his life, and the puppy was happy to have a companion. The pair consider that alley, although loosely, "home" and other rodents have come to live there as well. Other vagrants now make their home under the dumpsters, finding meals when they can, and sharing with the puppy if and when he secures a meal. Hearing the puppy's return, these other members began emerging from their various sleeping spots. TO BE CONTINUED--UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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