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RP: Karate Kid Wet.That was one word of many that could describe how Baton - or Alona as she preferred - felt tonight. Wet, Cold, Tired, and Upset. Of course she would never admit to the last one, because being emotionally upset meant she was weak...But she would never let herself be weak, or helpless, not ever again.She flicked her red/white ear's back from the rain, and pushed those horrible memories away, she was locking up her Martial arts store for the night. As she did she glanced around the dark and gloomy town, street lights were the only thing that provided light to see. She remembered hearing in the news about reports of a woman being raped and beated only days ago by some thug MTT's. And reminded herself to be cautions tonight, she put a hand on her baton at her side just in case. Odd, how the very thing she was named after, was one of her must best weapons...She finished locking up, putting the key's on her belt and pulling her grey hood
The Grumpy and the Battle-Crazy"Boredboredboredboredbored."The apprentice laid in the middle of the street, one paw under her muzzle and the other paw over it. She had no problem being in the middle of the street. Maybe a cart would roll by, just to give her a bit of excitement. Anything was better than sitting here. Each time a human passed, her pupils would followed them as them walked by. When it was a cat, she perked her ears hoping they would say something. But alas, nothing happened. She hissed to herself, once again cursing the bounty hunters. Cursing them for taking her away from her excitable, edgy arena life where she was allowed to attack anyone for no reason. Now her life was filled with rules and restrictions. It was boring and dumb. She didn't even really have a reason to want to fight empire cats other than it would surely be fun, and most of the bounty hunters seemed weird or grumpy to her. Rolling her eyes to herself, Ambrosia got up and stretched her long legs, before trotting down the stre