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pink-pixie-dust>>
The night was dim, and the sun was gone. The city shone like the stars at night, but in this place, not many lights were on.
Drake sat on a window sill, looking to stir up a bit of fun and trouble. He was maybe 30 yards away from his border. Well, actually the border's didn't meet. there was some space in between, where the scents mixed.
Drake heard footsteps. His green eyes glowed, the only part of him that was noticeable.
That's when a smile crossed his lips, and his shiny white teeth shone. Heavier foot steps walked down the alley.
"Jackson... Buddy" He said out of nowhere. "Long time no see..." His deep, mysterious voice rang out in the almost silent night.

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The tom was thin, his coat blazing orange in the lamp light. He walked along the neutral zone, his nose out for scraps. He jumped over a steam vent, the air blowing his dirty rainbow bandana up further around his neck and his small vest to shudder against his fur. He shook himself and then heard the voice. Growling low, Jackson turned his head to face the glowing green eyes. The leaders of the two biggest gangs in the city were always butting heads- the greasers wanting to mind their own business and the Bronx wanting to cause trouble. "What do you want, Drake...?" he hissed.

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Drake jumped down quietly and smiled. He slowly circled the other boss, toying with him.
"Baby, You know what I want." He said slyly, placing his tail on the greaser's back, running it down to his flank, causing slight chills.
Drake swished his way, facing the tom cat now. He flicked his hair out of his face, revealing his two eyes for a split second, until it fell back down.
"I came for you..." He said, purring slightly, the came smirk on his face.

Metal>
Jackson backed away with a small hiss. He didn't like this tom toying with him like this. He was nothing but a brute, sleeping around and being a smirking smug ass! Jackson's ears became hot when the tail touched him and he moved away from the touch. "Get back to your territory, snake," he snapped. "And leave me alone!"

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"Jackson!" Drake said, almost mockingly. "I'm offended. I thought we were friends. A little chat can't hurt, can it?" He said. Reaching down, he grabbed his rainbow bandanna and smiled wide.

Metal>
Jackson had always kept his sexuality a secret in order to keep his place as boss of the Greasers. However things leaked out into the streets... The cat made a choking sound when Drake dragged him back by the bandana. Ears flattening, the orange cat barred his teeth, his claws unsheathing. "I'll claw off your ears if you don't let me go!"

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Drake smiled.
"So how about that talk..?" He whispered in his ear.
Gently, he let the cat go and faced him.
"Come on babe. You can't do that. That wouldn't be fair." He pouted.
"Anyways..." He said looking at his claws. "Jack, I was thinking about you maybe handing over that 50 yards of park. You know, the place with benches and a few trees? That pond would do us nicely. We don't have much water over in the bronx." He lifted his eyes up to him.

Metal>
Jackson hissed and slapped Drake hard, his claws sheathed however so no claws touched Drake's cheek. He jumped back, hair standing on end. "Oh HELL no! You ain't getting any more territory! If you want more territory, go to the neutral zone!"
The largest part of the neutral zone was made up of the most dangerous part of the city- constant cars and speeding taxis, people walking on crowded sidewalks, and the ever present animal control that snatches up dogs and cats. Because of this, no one can mark it as their territory- nothing there and too dangerous.

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"Jackson." Drake said, his eyes narrowed. He glared at him calmly, Not fighting back.
"There's only about 5 or 10 yards of free space, and we need that so our borders won't be touching." His green eyes narrowed, and he stood. Again, facing the cat, he grabbed him by the bandanna and pulled him to where their foreheads touched, and he glared at him.
"We'll discuss this tomorrow . Noon. Same place."
And with that, Drake turned, strutting out of the place.

Metal>

Jackson wasn't going to admit he was actually a little intimidated by the bigger cat. However he had a brilliant poker face. He stared right into Drake's eyes. "Fine," he grumbled harshly. When Drake released his claws, the orange tom sat back and used his front paw to wipe it down as if trying to get off any dirt the tabby got on it. He then watched Drake strut of and hissed at his fading form. "Lazy, good fer nothing asshole..." With that, he licked his paw and leaped away.
Next morning he sat atop a garbage bin in the neutral zone, watching the people walk back and forth in their dull, comfortable lives. The cars spewing up their noxious fumes and hot dog vendors with their fat sausages spilling grease everywhere.
Jackson loved it.
While he watched the humans, he waited for Drake.

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Drake strutted through the town, Whistling at any female who walked past him, on a leash or not.
Once there, (Being fashionably late, of course) Drake pushed back his sunglasses and smiled devilishly at Jackson.
"Aye babe. " He meowed cooly.
"I thought you wouldn't come." Then his eyes widened as he saw the delicious, hot sausages.
He smiled.
It was his trouble making smile.

Drake walked forward, sense they were yards away from the food stand. Purring, he looked up at the big, bulky man with a cigar in his mouth. Drake frowned as he saw he gave him no attention.

Metal>
Jackson frowned deeply when he noticed Drake eyeing those hot dogs. He better not start any trouble. This vendor was closer to his territory so ay shit Drake caused will be taken out on his gang. Growling Jackson jumped off the can and approached the tabby. "Whatever yer about to do- don't," he grumbled as they sat beside the vendor's cart.

"Too late." Drake said, crouching down, he then sprung up onto to thing, knocking over hot grease onto the owner's hand. He jumped back, screaming in pain while drake grabbed a string of sausages, wrapped them around his neck like a scarf and ran.
Adrenaline in his veins made him especially fast as the second guy running the hot-dog stand ran after them, shouting. Drake smiled, looking back at Jackson, and he tossed him a link. Now thy both were a subject to chase.
Drake dodged human's legs, jumping from a fire hydrant to a box of tomatoes, kicking them and launching them into his chaser's face, while Jackson was a little ways behind him, on the ground.
"Up here!" drake yelled, jumping onto a taxi cab.
Panting, he realized they were finally safe.

Metal> Jackson's fur was fluffed out so bad by the time he landed on the roof of the Taxi beside Drake. The car zoomed away from the creaming, fat vendor man. "You...FUCKING JACK ASS!!!" Jackson hissed, "Damn, I swear if my gang gets in any trouble 'cause of this, I'll cut off your balls and shove them down your throat!!!"
The orange cat was pissed- mainly from fear he almost got squashed by the people walking along the sidewalk. After catching his breath, he looked up and narrowed his green eyes. "How are you not dead yet?" Seriously, Drake had done so many crazy-ass stunts, risks, and dangers that he should have lost all nine lives and then some!

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Drake smiled and rolled his eyes as Jackson rampaged on.
"I wouldn't mind that.." He purred. He looked out, seeing the now were on a bridge, a long one. There was that many cars, surprisingly.  "But seriously, Jack. Calm yourself. We aren't dead, are we? It was fun!" He gave Jackson a playful shove, but one that was too hard, and Jackson was too close to the side of the car. He saw him loose balance, and went tumbling off of the side of the car, as he clawed the windows, drake gasped, and hung over the side. It happened so quickly...
Jackson fell straight onto the ground, hitting it rather hard, stunning him.
"Jackson! Watch out there's a car-" Drake screamed as a car neared him, but Jackson still seemed t be confused, hitting his head so hard.
Jumping down from the car, he flew onto the ground, his paws hitting it stiffly.  Grabbing Jackson by the scruff, He pulled him past, shoving him out of the way with all of his might.
Pain flooded his paw, increasing to his back leg as it slammed in contact with the car that went screeching by.

Metal>
"Don't call me Jack!" the cat had hissed, however once he was shoved, the world seemed to go by in slow motion- the scent of car fumes, the water as it lapped against the bridge, the seabirds over head, the small fishing boat passing beneath the bridge at the time. The wind was knocked from his lungs and the world went silent, all he saw were the clouds above. The world spun as Drake dragged him out of the way and threw him onto the boardwalk where a couple passing by screamed and jumped, thinking a dead cat was just flown to them. Jackson reclaimed his breath and flipped around, just in time to see the car come into contact with the tabby.
Jackson's eyes went wide. "Oh SHIT!" Why ha Drake done that? The Bronx leader never ever cared for the well being of another soul. Why had he done that? Could it be he did have some good morals in him and he didn't think when he had done it? However Jackson wasn't wasting time thinking, he raced over to make sure the tom was still breathing. "Drake! Drake! Dammit talk to me!"

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Description
pink-pixie-dust>>
The night was dim, and the sun was gone. The city shone like the stars at night, but in this place, not many lights were on.
Drake sat on a window sill, looking to stir up a bit of fun and trouble. He was maybe 30 yards away from his border. Well, actually the border's didn't meet. there was some space in between, where the scents mixed.
Drake heard footsteps. His green eyes glowed, the only part of him that was noticeable.
That's when a smile crossed his lips, and his shiny white teeth shone. Heavier foot steps walked down the alley.
"Jackson... Buddy" He said out of nowhere. "Long time no see..." His deep, mysterious voice rang out in the almost silent night.

Metalwolfgemstone>>
The tom was thin, his coat blazing orange in the lamp light. He walked along the neutral zone, his nose out for scraps. He jumped over a steam vent, the air blowing his dirty rainbow bandana up further around his neck and his small vest to shudder against his fur. He shook himself and then heard the voice. Growling low, Jackson turned his head to face the glowing green eyes. The leaders of the two biggest gangs in the city were always butting heads- the greasers wanting to mind their own business and the Bronx wanting to cause trouble. "What do you want, Drake...?" he hissed.

Pixie>
Drake jumped down quietly and smiled. He slowly circled the other boss, toying with him.
"Baby, You know what I want." He said slyly, placing his tail on the greaser's back, running it down to his flank, causing slight chills.
Drake swished his way, facing the tom cat now. He flicked his hair out of his face, revealing his two eyes for a split second, until it fell back down.
"I came for you..." He said, purring slightly, the came smirk on his face.

Metal>
Jackson backed away with a small hiss. He didn't like this tom toying with him like this. He was nothing but a brute, sleeping around and being a smirking smug ass! Jackson's ears became hot when the tail touched him and he moved away from the touch. "Get back to your territory, snake," he snapped. "And leave me alone!"

Pixie>
"Jackson!" Drake said, almost mockingly. "I'm offended. I thought we were friends. A little chat can't hurt, can it?" He said. Reaching down, he grabbed his rainbow bandanna and smiled wide.

Metal>
Jackson had always kept his sexuality a secret in order to keep his place as boss of the Greasers. However things leaked out into the streets... The cat made a choking sound when Drake dragged him back by the bandana. Ears flattening, the orange cat barred his teeth, his claws unsheathing. "I'll claw off your ears if you don't let me go!"

Pixie>
Drake smiled.
"So how about that talk..?" He whispered in his ear.
Gently, he let the cat go and faced him.
"Come on babe. You can't do that. That wouldn't be fair." He pouted.
"Anyways..." He said looking at his claws. "Jack, I was thinking about you maybe handing over that 50 yards of park. You know, the place with benches and a few trees? That pond would do us nicely. We don't have much water over in the bronx." He lifted his eyes up to him.

Metal>
Jackson hissed and slapped Drake hard, his claws sheathed however so no claws touched Drake's cheek. He jumped back, hair standing on end. "Oh HELL no! You ain't getting any more territory! If you want more territory, go to the neutral zone!"
The largest part of the neutral zone was made up of the most dangerous part of the city- constant cars and speeding taxis, people walking on crowded sidewalks, and the ever present animal control that snatches up dogs and cats. Because of this, no one can mark it as their territory- nothing there and too dangerous.

Pixie>
"Jackson." Drake said, his eyes narrowed. He glared at him calmly, Not fighting back.
"There's only about 5 or 10 yards of free space, and we need that so our borders won't be touching." His green eyes narrowed, and he stood. Again, facing the cat, he grabbed him by the bandanna and pulled him to where their foreheads touched, and he glared at him.
"We'll discuss this tomorrow . Noon. Same place."
And with that, Drake turned, strutting out of the place.

Metal>

Jackson wasn't going to admit he was actually a little intimidated by the bigger cat. However he had a brilliant poker face. He stared right into Drake's eyes. "Fine," he grumbled harshly. When Drake released his claws, the orange tom sat back and used his front paw to wipe it down as if trying to get off any dirt the tabby got on it. He then watched Drake strut of and hissed at his fading form. "Lazy, good fer nothing asshole..." With that, he licked his paw and leaped away.
Next morning he sat atop a garbage bin in the neutral zone, watching the people walk back and forth in their dull, comfortable lives. The cars spewing up their noxious fumes and hot dog vendors with their fat sausages spilling grease everywhere.
Jackson loved it.
While he watched the humans, he waited for Drake.

Pixie>

Drake strutted through the town, Whistling at any female who walked past him, on a leash or not.
Once there, (Being fashionably late, of course) Drake pushed back his sunglasses and smiled devilishly at Jackson.
"Aye babe. " He meowed cooly.
"I thought you wouldn't come." Then his eyes widened as he saw the delicious, hot sausages.
He smiled.
It was his trouble making smile.

Drake walked forward, sense they were yards away from the food stand. Purring, he looked up at the big, bulky man with a cigar in his mouth. Drake frowned as he saw he gave him no attention.

Metal>
Jackson frowned deeply when he noticed Drake eyeing those hot dogs. He better not start any trouble. This vendor was closer to his territory so ay shit Drake caused will be taken out on his gang. Growling Jackson jumped off the can and approached the tabby. "Whatever yer about to do- don't," he grumbled as they sat beside the vendor's cart.

"Too late." Drake said, crouching down, he then sprung up onto to thing, knocking over hot grease onto the owner's hand. He jumped back, screaming in pain while drake grabbed a string of sausages, wrapped them around his neck like a scarf and ran.
Adrenaline in his veins made him especially fast as the second guy running the hot-dog stand ran after them, shouting. Drake smiled, looking back at Jackson, and he tossed him a link. Now thy both were a subject to chase.
Drake dodged human's legs, jumping from a fire hydrant to a box of tomatoes, kicking them and launching them into his chaser's face, while Jackson was a little ways behind him, on the ground.
"Up here!" drake yelled, jumping onto a taxi cab.
Panting, he realized they were finally safe.

Metal> Jackson's fur was fluffed out so bad by the time he landed on the roof of the Taxi beside Drake. The car zoomed away from the creaming, fat vendor man. "You...FUCKING JACK ASS!!!" Jackson hissed, "Damn, I swear if my gang gets in any trouble 'cause of this, I'll cut off your balls and shove them down your throat!!!"
The orange cat was pissed- mainly from fear he almost got squashed by the people walking along the sidewalk. After catching his breath, he looked up and narrowed his green eyes. "How are you not dead yet?" Seriously, Drake had done so many crazy-ass stunts, risks, and dangers that he should have lost all nine lives and then some!

Pixie>
Drake smiled and rolled his eyes as Jackson rampaged on.
"I wouldn't mind that.." He purred. He looked out, seeing the now were on a bridge, a long one. There was that many cars, surprisingly.  "But seriously, Jack. Calm yourself. We aren't dead, are we? It was fun!" He gave Jackson a playful shove, but one that was too hard, and Jackson was too close to the side of the car. He saw him loose balance, and went tumbling off of the side of the car, as he clawed the windows, drake gasped, and hung over the side. It happened so quickly...
Jackson fell straight onto the ground, hitting it rather hard, stunning him.
"Jackson! Watch out there's a car-" Drake screamed as a car neared him, but Jackson still seemed t be confused, hitting his head so hard.
Jumping down from the car, he flew onto the ground, his paws hitting it stiffly.  Grabbing Jackson by the scruff, He pulled him past, shoving him out of the way with all of his might.
Pain flooded his paw, increasing to his back leg as it slammed in contact with the car that went screeching by.

Metal>
"Don't call me Jack!" the cat had hissed, however once he was shoved, the world seemed to go by in slow motion- the scent of car fumes, the water as it lapped against the bridge, the seabirds over head, the small fishing boat passing beneath the bridge at the time. The wind was knocked from his lungs and the world went silent, all he saw were the clouds above. The world spun as Drake dragged him out of the way and threw him onto the boardwalk where a couple passing by screamed and jumped, thinking a dead cat was just flown to them. Jackson reclaimed his breath and flipped around, just in time to see the car come into contact with the tabby.
Jackson's eyes went wide. "Oh SHIT!" Why ha Drake done that? The Bronx leader never ever cared for the well being of another soul. Why had he done that? Could it be he did have some good morals in him and he didn't think when he had done it? However Jackson wasn't wasting time thinking, he raced over to make sure the tom was still breathing. "Drake! Drake! Dammit talk to me!"

*More to be added*