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Name: Roxy
Nickname: Rocky or Rox
Age: 3 in dog years/ 21 in human
Race: American Pit-bull Terrier
Personality: Stern, very loyal, and fair to those closest to her. If you show her respect she is bound to respect you as well and will care for you as if you're her own.
Biography: Roxy was born in the slums of the city. Her dad was a fighting dog and her mom was just a breeder used to make more dogs like her dad. She didn't get to know either very well since as soon as she was born she was cast out into the street because they needed more fighters and had enough females around. She was found by Clyde, another stray and was taken under his wing... paw.
Likes: Juicy raw steaks, warm grass, chasing cats, playing with her pack.
Dislikes: Being wet for too long, when cats scratch her, being at the bottom of a dog pile, being cheated from her own portion of a meal
Tachi, Neko, or Rebi: Tachi

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Roxy's dog form

Light leaked dimly from the light post overhead onto the wet, foggy cement. It had been a very long day for Roxy having to put up with her packs constant complaining and whining. The other four were complaint about the most ridiculous things like 'who took the biggest bite' and how 'they hated the smell of rain'. It was so trivial Roxy couldn't take it anymore. Wheeling herself she let out a great bark, "Could you all just shut up! Don't cha hear yourselves? You sound like a bunch squawking old ladies. We're a family and we will share equitably. Each of us takes a portion that reflects our body size. It wouldn't be very fair if Rosco, who is a Great Dane got the portion of Wheeze, a Chihuahua now would it? So shut your bickering and I don't want to hear anything else about it!" The pack grew quiet after a few mumbles of 'sorry Roxy' were said. They were stood in the back alley of a butcher shop awaiting their regular meal from the shop owner who gave them steak. Steak! And they didn't have to wait too long either. He came right out, pet each on the head and threw them the steak before heading back inside.

The group had begun to celebrate their long awaited meal when a sound distracted them, What on earth is that? Roxy thought as her and her pack crouched and began to creep near it, her muscles slightly bulging and rippling from being pulled taut and ready to strike. Just as they near the sound, a loud clang came from behind and she saw it. A freaking cat with their steak. Number one rule of the street: never trust a cat. Ever.

Teeth bared the dogs chased the cat. They were all right on its tail until it made that jump to the roof. While the others stood barking and trying to claw their way up, Roxy went around. She wove in and out of sidewalk traffic, not missing a beat as she kept eyes on the cat. That steak was hers and she was gonna have it with or without a side of flayed cat. The pit-bull watched as the Tabby slinked into a metal bin, Bad move kitten, there's only one way in and out of there, she thought as she stalked closer. Soon she was at the entrance and moved herself fully inside. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty," she husked out. She licked her jowls once, twice, three times before speaking, "I think you have something that belongs to me."

Roxy just eyed the girl slowly as she stalked forward. The cat looked fairly young, younger than herself and seemed too sweet or innocent to be a stray. She didn't have the set in down-and-dirty look. Her face was smooth and her hair, though a bit messy, still seemed to shine and seem silky. Zoning back in on what the cat was saying Rox pouted a bit. Man did this kitten have a mouth on her. Her accent was uptown Brooklyn area which was pretty adorable.

As she sat right in front of the now terrified cat, Roxy just stared and let her finish her tangent before she changed into her human form crouched before her, almost nose to nose as she sniffed her, took the steak and sat back making sure to put herself between the cat and the exit. "My name is Roxy and yeah, those are my boys. My boys and myself that you took advantage of you clever kitty," she sighed out, her voice smooth but strong and made sure to put emphasis on the word kitty before sighing inwardly. She had already scared the piss out of this girl so she'll cut her a break this once. She hadn't meant to make the girl cry and now she felt like trash. How could anyone be mean to a girl when she's crying and begging for her life. "Hey, hey, hey! I'm not gonna kill ya. Just calm down. I ain't a murderer. I just want to ask you something." Roxy leaned her elbow on her knee as her tail laid relaxed behind her and her ears were alert, "What the hell are you doin in a place like this taking on dogs? You are obviously a lappie, someone's pampered little angel. You should go home before ya get hurt." Roxy wasn't a monster; she cared for the meek, those who were small and couldn't help themselves but tried anyway. This cat didn't belong her world and she needed to get her out before something bad happened to her.

Against her own will her body released a sort of snort laugh at the girl. She was ridiculous in a funny kind of way. Roxy found this was a good time to tease the poor kitten, "I thought about eating you, but you're way too skinny," the dog released a low chuckle. She hadn't actually laughed in a while. It was surprising to say the least that a pampered kitten made her laugh. Roxy held back the urge to growl, "Hey, they may not be the brightest but they got heart, a lot of it. And they're family." her voice was strong as she defended her brothers. They were all she had. She didn't know where she would be without them. Then she look at the girl in front of her, I'd be alone, just like her.... Roxy felt a twinge of pity for the girl. She was young, way too young to be out here like she was. She didn't belong. She wasn't even accustomed to the rules of the street yet. "None taken. Some of us are mutts, Can't exactly pick your parents." The young pit-bull raised her brow in silent question, "I'm no different. I just learned the law of the land a bit faster." The dog grinned at hearing her small rant, "You really are brand new on the block. You ever notice how most stray cats stay to counter tops, ledges and fire escapes? Its cus we rule the roads and alleyways cus we're faster and stronger. We can't climb as well so cats stay high. You ain't supposed to be on the sidewalk sweetheart. As for the reason we chase you... cats are sneaky and deceptive. You guys constantly take kindness for weakness and exploit it. You take all you want without so much as a thank you. Rule number one of the street, NEVER trust a cat."Roxy heard her stomach growl then remembered the steak in her hand. She looked at it, at the cat, then the small makeshift home in the crate. 'You're really hungry aren't you? When was the last time you've eaten?" she asked scrutinizing the girls thin frame.

Roxy found herself, once against her will sympathizing with the girl. What had gotten into her? She didn't sympathize with cats! She was supposed to be a ferocious beast that struck fear into the heart of every feline that dared looked upon her. Yet, here she was, looking at this kitten and saw herself in those sad eyes. She remembered what it was like to be weak and hungry and so very tired. She remembered being on the brink of death. She would've died if it wasn't for Clyde. He was the father she never had. He showed her the ropes right up until he was struck down in his prime. She realized the girl in front of her didn't have someone like that either. Roxy decided in her heart she would do that for this cat. Why? Hell if she knew, she just knew she couldn't let her die. Everyone deserved a chance at life. Not only that buy she was drawn to her, like she needed to protect her. But what would her gang say? Roxy was breaking rule number one; she was trusting a cat. She could end up a laughing stock. Was she even ready to lose her street cred? She'll just cross that road when she got there.

The pit-bull smiled at the girl's spunk. She sure can talk big but does she really have the bite to back it up? Rox thought while she looked at the steak in her hand. Taking a large sigh, mouth drooling slightly she used her claws she ripped a chunk off, her own portion, saving the rest for her pack, and handed the smaller piece to the tabby cat then ruffled her orange hair playfully, slightly scratching her ears, "Eat up alright. You're gonna need your strength," she said as she watched her, "And I could teach you how to get more." she spoke smirking at her. "Of course all goods obtained is shared among the pack. You're very dangerous to have around... but you're lucky I like danger. Wanna join my pack... uhhh... what's your name?"

Roxy thought back on her crew. They had been together for a while now and had shared their stories. They were all abandoned and unwanted; they all had their own battle scars. But what they shared the most with each other was their love. Not the romantic kind, the familial kind that grows bonds that lasts lifetimes. She trusted them and they trusted her. They followed her in faith and rarely questioned her. Surely they would understand why she was doing this.

The young dog looked at her seriously and tilted the cat's chin up so their eyes met, "Hey, hey. My boys, are my boys. I'm leader and what I say goes. If they don't like it they can leave the pack. But my guys, they know how to treat a lady and if I say you're special, you're special. That's the street rules but I didn't tell you about Roxy's rules. Rule number one don't question Roxy, rule number two, what I say goes. They don't have to trust you if they don't want to because they trust me. And I trust you because I know how you feel. You're not alone and if you don't let me down, then I wont let you down, its as easy as that. The grey-haired girl let out a small sigh as she looked at the ground for a moment, "Yeah I could lose my street cred, I could lose all respect I've ever earned in my very short lifespan," she pawsed((XD)) as she thought back on something Clyde told her, "but what is the use of the appreciation of a stranger compared to the distrust and scorn of a friend?" she spoke quietly. She seemed to be momentarily lost in thought. She was crossing a line that, as far as she knew, had never been crossed for this one little cat. She was confused but as she soon as she looked into those sad eyes of hers she knew that she had to do something.

Slowly standing and stretching her knees, Roxy looked at her, "You better eat that quick, the guys are waitin for us. I'm sure their lookin for me. You ready to be the happiest gal in the world?" Roxy extended her hand to the kitten, "I never got your name catnip."

Roxy smirked a bit as she looked at the very thin cat, "Then I won't let you down kitten. You have my word." Taking her hand she led the girl outside the freight, Now to just find home. Luckily the rain had stopped but moisture was still in the air. This was good because the water particles helped enhance the sense of smell. Taking a big lung full of air she looked off to the right of them a bit before sniffing furiously. She easily caught the scent on the light breeze and noticed that it wasn't as strong as she liked. This meant she was a good distance away and knew she had to hurry back. Roxy looked over at Tabby's small, almost frail frame. It didn't appear as if the girl could make that run. Sighing a little Roxy put the steak in Tabitha's delicate hands, 'Don't eat that ok? And hold on tight, we're going home." Roxy effortlessly lifted the cat bridal style, holding her close to her body. She had convinced herself it was just for safety but the heat making its way up her neck and to her cheeks said otherwise. The girl was soft, and warm, and felt really nice. It made Roxy's insides do weird things that its never done before. She gulped a little and tried to calm herself.

Taking another large breath she immediately turned to where the scent trail was coming from and took of running as fast as she could. Her hair was flowing in the wind as the damp rushed past her face and stuck to her skin. She dogged trash cans and dumpers, jumped over boxes and piles of filth. The sound of her wet feet echoing off the walls. The bottom of them were very rough so must things didn't hurt them. She just had to be careful even though it was hard to see in the dimly lit back streets. The dog rounded corner after corner as the scent got stronger, bolder, and more defined. She could smell all four of her comrades now and smoke from a fire. She was ready for her warm bed and a good night's sleep. The dog finally slowed down and let out a sigh of relief after running full speed for almost 15 minutes straight when her home finally came into view. It was a large abandoned warehouse in the middle of the steel district of K9. "Welcome home Tabs," the dark-skinned girl said smiling down at her newest companion, "Just follow my lead."