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My new OC Muffin that I bought as an adoptable from: fav.me/d6gz6pv He's number 6, ain't he purdy? He lives in the Twoleg place as a feral cat. Here he appears in my story:

Scott padded forward into the abandoned Twoleg den. Sniffing the stale air, he swore he could smell a faint scent of a cat. No... two cats. He flicked his tail forward, urging his companions to follow.
"Just be on guard," Scott meowed to them. "I smell cats."
The other two nodded quietly.
They pressed on into the den, and a growing sense of unease settled into their bellies. A shadow flickered across the faded wall beside them.
"What was that?" Zelda cried, her pelt fluffed up in fright. "I think we should leave." She quickly added.
"No," Scott looked at her. "We have to find food for the others."
"Can't we look in a garden or even in an occupied Twoleg den?" Zelda gingerly set each paw down as she walked, nervously glancing all around her.
The large gray and black Tom shouldered past her. "No way in StarClan are we going to go any further. Even with warrior training, these cats might not follow a code."
"Ernie, c'mon." Scott gazed at his friend with pleading golden eyes. "I thought you were brave."
"I pick my battles. We're in no shape for a fight since we left the Clans." Ernie stood beside Zelda, the kittypet was no trembling from fear. "And think of her, she has no training at all. How will she fare?"
Scott thought for a moment. "Fine, lets g-"
"Visitors?!" A voice roared from the shadows. A large shape of a cat bounded forward, the menacing size towered over the three.
Only a small tomcat revealed himself as he ran up to them. Scott sighed.
"Wow, we don't get visitors much!" The tom purred. "Mother! We got company!"
A she-cat with a golden tabby pelt padded after her son. "Muffin! What did I tell you about talking to strangers?"
Muffin rolled his eyes and said, "But m-o-o-m, these cats are nice."
"How do you know?" She glared at the travelers. "They smell of the forest and other places we don't like. I don't want a bunch of wild forest cats hurting my baby Muffin."
"Mom, my name isn't Muffin!! Call me Stud Muffin!"
"Um, we'll just be on our wa-" Scott attempted to turn around but Muffin pounced on him.
"No don't leave! Stay for lunch at least. Is that okay, mother?" Muffin looked at the old she-cat. "Pretty please with a mouse on top?"
"Fine," She said. "Just remember your manners."
"Actually, erm, Muffin, we have to get back to the others." Scott told the spotted tom. "We need to get them fed too."
"Aw! Just stay for a little while?" Muffin held a dead rat in his jaws. "You can take some back for your friends, there's plenty here."
"Let's stay, Scott." Zelda whispered to him. "We can get easy prey for the others."
"All right." He smiled at muffin, "We'll stay for lunch."
"Yay!" Muffin jumped up with happiness and dashed off, returning two minutes later with some mice hanging from his mouth.
"That was rather fast," Ernie commented.

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Description
My new OC Muffin that I bought as an adoptable from: fav.me/d6gz6pv He's number 6, ain't he purdy? He lives in the Twoleg place as a feral cat. Here he appears in my story:

Scott padded forward into the abandoned Twoleg den. Sniffing the stale air, he swore he could smell a faint scent of a cat. No... two cats. He flicked his tail forward, urging his companions to follow.
"Just be on guard," Scott meowed to them. "I smell cats."
The other two nodded quietly.
They pressed on into the den, and a growing sense of unease settled into their bellies. A shadow flickered across the faded wall beside them.
"What was that?" Zelda cried, her pelt fluffed up in fright. "I think we should leave." She quickly added.
"No," Scott looked at her. "We have to find food for the others."
"Can't we look in a garden or even in an occupied Twoleg den?" Zelda gingerly set each paw down as she walked, nervously glancing all around her.
The large gray and black Tom shouldered past her. "No way in StarClan are we going to go any further. Even with warrior training, these cats might not follow a code."
"Ernie, c'mon." Scott gazed at his friend with pleading golden eyes. "I thought you were brave."
"I pick my battles. We're in no shape for a fight since we left the Clans." Ernie stood beside Zelda, the kittypet was no trembling from fear. "And think of her, she has no training at all. How will she fare?"
Scott thought for a moment. "Fine, lets g-"
"Visitors?!" A voice roared from the shadows. A large shape of a cat bounded forward, the menacing size towered over the three.
Only a small tomcat revealed himself as he ran up to them. Scott sighed.
"Wow, we don't get visitors much!" The tom purred. "Mother! We got company!"
A she-cat with a golden tabby pelt padded after her son. "Muffin! What did I tell you about talking to strangers?"
Muffin rolled his eyes and said, "But m-o-o-m, these cats are nice."
"How do you know?" She glared at the travelers. "They smell of the forest and other places we don't like. I don't want a bunch of wild forest cats hurting my baby Muffin."
"Mom, my name isn't Muffin!! Call me Stud Muffin!"
"Um, we'll just be on our wa-" Scott attempted to turn around but Muffin pounced on him.
"No don't leave! Stay for lunch at least. Is that okay, mother?" Muffin looked at the old she-cat. "Pretty please with a mouse on top?"
"Fine," She said. "Just remember your manners."
"Actually, erm, Muffin, we have to get back to the others." Scott told the spotted tom. "We need to get them fed too."
"Aw! Just stay for a little while?" Muffin held a dead rat in his jaws. "You can take some back for your friends, there's plenty here."
"Let's stay, Scott." Zelda whispered to him. "We can get easy prey for the others."
"All right." He smiled at muffin, "We'll stay for lunch."
"Yay!" Muffin jumped up with happiness and dashed off, returning two minutes later with some mice hanging from his mouth.
"That was rather fast," Ernie commented.

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