11-13-2018, 11:05 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: georgia; line-height: 105%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"][font=georgia]Although he was ignorant, Hobbitfoot liked to believe he was smarter than your average cat. He could fit the pieces together and realize that this was an entirely different group than the Pitt from Bugsy’s words. Realizing his mistake, he stood still, mind whirling to think of a way out of his situation.
It was immediately cut short when his face was smashed into the ground. Hobbitfoot let out a muffled cry, blood welling up in his mouth because he had accidentially bitten his tongue on the impact. He opened up one eye to dizzingly see that another Roseblood had came over. The little brown cat twisted his body and he lashed out with one paw, attempting to slash at his tormentor’s forelegs, painfully aware that the action was done in vain.
It was immediately cut short when his face was smashed into the ground. Hobbitfoot let out a muffled cry, blood welling up in his mouth because he had accidentially bitten his tongue on the impact. He opened up one eye to dizzingly see that another Roseblood had came over. The little brown cat twisted his body and he lashed out with one paw, attempting to slash at his tormentor’s forelegs, painfully aware that the action was done in vain.