Wynnstin barked and whimpered as her owner kicked her out of the house she used to live in, literally, her owner actually kicked her in the back and shoved her stubby little body out of her home. Wynnstin's red collar jingled as her owner slammed the front door. 'Great,' she thought, 'now I'm alone and now I'm going to die.' Wynnstin's tail lowered in sadness and fear. This never happened to her ever this was a first. Being a small corgi puppy in the wilderness of the city, a city she grew up in, yet she still didn't know this place, isn't safe at all. The puppy walked off from the (now not hers) house, and into the deep city.
She somehow got unnoticed by all of the people walking by, being shoved and sometimes kicked. Wynnstin made her way into a dark alley without anyone with her, or so she thought. A low growling sound echoed around her, the little corgi started to lower her ears. The grolwing sounds multiplied by 4. But, one of the growling sounds stopped, then a loud gruff voiced boomed, "Little corgi? What is a pet doing here?" the growling then all stopped. Then, out of the shadows, a large, pointy eared, doberman walked out. His chest was puffed out in pride and he looked down at the corgi, he actually had to kneel down to see her.
"Hello, young one. Do not be afraid, my name is Rufison. Or Rex for short. I am not here to harm you, I apologize for the growling. We all throught you were a stray cat." Rufison's voice slightly lowered which made Wynnstin feel slightly better and more safe. Wynnstin asked in the quietest voice she could speak in, "What did the cats do to make you all mad?" Then a large boxer dog with a spiked black collar walked up to her, "They attacked us. We are the Misfits, my name is Cookie." the boxers voice had compassion and love in it, like a mothers voice when talkng to her child and Wynnstin loved that about Cookie. A dalmatian walked out, "Hi, I'm Juju." his voice was normal, which was okay comparing him to Rex.
Juju spoke again, continuing to his sentence, "We haven't gotten your name yet, whatsup buttercup?" he chuckled. Wynnstin replied with a slight shake in her voice, "My name is Wynnstin, or Wynnie, or Wynn. Anyways, um, I swear I heard a 4th growling sound. Where or who was it?" her voice slowly lowered as she asked the question. Rex huffed, "Well, there was orginally 5 of us growling but someone decided to duck out." his voice raised as a beagle and a weimaraner stalked out. "It was clearly me barking, Belua wasn't even making a sound!" the weimaraner hollered. 'The beagles name is Belua, noted.' Wynnstin noted internally. "It's not my fault I could tell it was a corgi, Skye!" she hollered back.
Rex grunted, "Well, I get your point Belua. But what if she was really a cat? And what if you weren't there to be barking?" he reasoned, pointing to Wynn. Belua lowered her head and aplogized and Skye patted the beagles back in comfort. "Sorry, Rex." she let out a small chuckle and Rex smiled a very, very faint smile and nodded in response. "Oh my golly," Skye, the large grey dog, looked up in awe, "are - are you a corgi?!" Wynn jumped because of the sudden outburst of sound and quietly nodded, ears popping up. She couldn't tell if this was joy or alert. "I love corgis! They are the most royal breed, well, atleast in my opnion." she smiled a nice smile, everyone was so nice to her all of a sudden. At first Wynn was scared and alone, now she was being marveled at and smiled to. This was nice and really new.
The large doberman and the boxer walked infront of the 3 other dogs and Rex stuck out his sharp clawed paw, "Welcome to the Misfits." his voice was sweet and caring, yet still loud and deep. She willingly took his paw and shook it with joy. This was a new life the little corgi puppy could get used to.
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Misfits
Adventure"What are you doing out here, pup?" A gruff voice hollered behind her. --- Wynnstin is a corgi who gets lost in the streets, she was scared and afraid. But she finds a group of misfit dogs who, too, were kicked out by their owner. They were called...
