Note: Have a little doodle of Lil Koga! He isn't named in the story just yet but here you go.
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Laughter echoed around the room, bubbly and cheerful. Soft squeaking and squawking cut through it, only to again be followed by laughter.
If one were to look for the source of the sound, they would not be disappointed. Children, six of them, romped and rolled around, pinning eachother down and grinning, flaring their wings and baring their teeth. Tails swished and eyes gleamed with joy. The litter was having a blast, playing with each other in a manner not unlike cubs of wildcats or young kittens with yarn balls. They were such fine specimens. Perfect lineage, show winning parents and grandparents, descendants of the famous Kogan Yvetta, a sphinx who won enough shows that his owner became horribly rich...
A knock on the doorframe silenced the children. "Alright lovelies, get lined up; you've all got a potential buyer!" An older woman with a sweet smile stood in the doorway, hands folded in front of her. "And for goodness sake, make yourselves presentable! Tsk, you all look like you haven't brushed your hair for a week." She looked around. "..Where did Six go?"
A small girl with hawks' wings and leopard ears pointed up and too the left of the woman. "He's asleep up on the tower, ma'am."
The woman turned to find a dark-featured boy curled up on a climbing tower by the door, asleep. She picked him up and cradled him in her arms for a moment. "Thank you, Three," She chuckled as she woke the boy. She sent him to stand with the others.
Just then, a tall man with red hair walked in. "Is this your clutch?" His emerald eyes held a glimmer of greed as he surveyed the group. The soft light reflecting off the tight curls of his rusty locks gave him an almost angelic look, however.
"Yes, Mr. Morgan sir. Are any to your interest?"
Morgan approached them, inspecting each closely. He even went so far as to grab one girl and extend her wings, scowling when she gave a mewl of protest. "What were their parents' morphs?"
"Their father was a Cougar/Hawk and their mother was a Black Leopard/Raven. Show names were Deuce and Ultra."
The man snapped his gaze up. "Deuce Yvetta?" He patted the head of the tired, freckley, dark featured sixth cub as he turned around.
"Yessir. The boy you have there looks just like his great grandfather." The woman chuckled. "He's very docile, would prefer sleep over fighting, so he would do better in dressage shows than combat shows. Such a sweetheart."
The man and the child looked at each other for a moment, assessing eachother. Then man finally spoke again, picking the boy up in his arms. "I'll take him. How much?"
"3000 gold, but I'll give you a bargain if you take a second off my hands. Two for the price of one."
The man handed over a pouch of gold coins. "Well I would bu--"
"Pleaaasssee!" A child called, just as another squeaked, "The rest of us need homes too, sir!"
"Sorry, kids, but I can't. Wife would have my head." He chuckled at the chorus of awwws.
The woman smiled. "Very well. Come with me and we can get all his paperwork."
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A/N:
Haha this is real cute now but this is only chapter one.
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Pedigree
Fantasy"You're mine to own, kid, do you hear me?" ____ In which a man owns a cat. A cat which, to say the least, doesn't want to be owned. 16 years old, declawed, clipped and shackled, Koga is a young 'sphinx,' a little boy with little wings and little hor...
