Ezra The Stray

Loth Cat, Street Rat

Ezra lost his parents when he was still young, only 7 and he had no knowledge of life and the way of the world. He learned almost everything the hard way, thankfully his father was right, lucky had truly granted him 9 lives. But was it really luck tho, or something else? He managed to survive by the skin of his teeth, his very sharp teeth. Over time as he grew he lost his baby teeth and his adult ones came in. Without any sort of dental knowledge, Ezra never realized he grew an extra set of upper canines. All the teeth fit comfortably in his mouth so he never thought anything of it was wrong. With not much in the way of weapons as a small child, aside from the slingshot be recently acquired and attached to his wrist, Ezra had to struggle tooth and nail while living in the streets, quite literally. He learned fast that a bite to his enemy would send them running. His fingers and nails were also just as useful, thankfully they still grew quickly so any chip or tear resulting from a fight or climb or scavenge would repair in no time for his next scuffle. The vendors in the marketplace and the shops he might do random odd jobs for gave him the nickname of the blue Lothcat, authorities and other imperials just called him a street rat. He was like a shadow and could slip away undetected at the first sign of trouble, or after sneaking away a stolen snack from an unsuspecting farmer. The few times he was unlucky enough to get caught, he would manage to escape with a swipe to their eyes or a high flying leap over their heads. The civilians would laugh and the troopers would grumbled with humiliation as Ezra strutted up on the cat walk.

"You flea ridden street rat!" The storm trooper shook his fist.

"Pfft I don't have fleas!" Ezra scoffed, scratching his head absentmindedly as he trotted off along the roof tops. He climbed down into an alley and passed a dark grey lothcat on a trash can. "Hey kitty. Meow!"

"Mew?" It's eyes went wide as if Ezra had actually communicated something legitimate to it with that child like meow.

"A quick snack and then I'll see what I can scout on the streets today." Ezra sat up on a window sill and popped a bite of food in his mouth from the small bag he had stolen. He looked down with dismay as it quickly emptied and sighed, his stomach growling in agreement. "Yeah I know.... Don't worry, today will be different, I can feel it. I'll steal something really good today, I just know it! Will be worth a lot of credits. Can get some of that food I read about on that restaurant flyer." Little did Ezra know his life really was about to change....

"Ahh, get off! Can't breathe!" Ezra choked beneath the large purple Lasat.

"Come on, I'm not that heavy in this gravity." Zeb snorted at the dramatic teenager.

"Not the weight, the smell!"

Zeb snarled as he got up off the boy, who in turn scrambled up to his feet and hissed back in Zeb's face. The two growling at each other and circling slowly as if they were two wild animals about to get into a fight. Hera and Kanan watched in mild amusement, shaking their heads and rolling their eyes. Sabine however was watching with confused surprise.

"Uhh, did that kid just hiss?" Sabine made a concerned face.

"Alright Ezra, you'll be sharing a room with Zeb." Kanan stepped forward.

"Yeah, so I can keep an eye on you." Zeb punched a fist into his hand as he approached Ezra. "Need to keep you in line and make sure you stay out of trouble." He poked the scowling teen right on his nose. Boop! Ezra snarled and bit down hard on his finger. "Oww! Karabast!"

"Did the kid just bite Zeb?" Sabine's eyes went wide in shock.

"Ok that's enough boys." Hera pulled Ezra back as Zeb shook his finger, they both shot each other a glare as Zeb headed to his room and closed the door. "And as for you, young man." Hera looked the scrappy child up and down. "I think you need to hit the refresher."