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*Eggy, when you hurt, your crew hurts,we'll all be here when you need us*

Extensive... EXTENSIVE convos with the Great CHaRBini have shaped the origin of young Chafe... he's not evil... he's just... well, mean. XD sometimes.

Don't read on if you're easily upset. this isn't exactly... pretty.
Alice, Rick, Bonnie, Val @ (please don't hit me CHaRB )
Chafe @ me

***

It’s a terrible name if you stop and think about it: “Chafe”. As a verb, it means to irritate, to feel discomfort. Not the first thing that would come to mind when naming a child. It can also mean the state of being vexed…unadulterated rage, if you will. In some sense, it is the most appropriate name for him; perhaps a self-fulfilling prophecy.

His origin, though sadly typical were no less harrowing when one stops to think about it. His mother, Alice did the unforgivable, falling madly in love with a tomcat, Rick. Shortly after the birth of their second child, Valeriano, there was somewhat of a civil war between rival political factions in the city. Almost overnight, the feline-owned factories shut down and species relations were at an all-time low as riots, fires and gangs engulfed the streets. No one keen on cats was safe, and being a bi-special (species-al :dummy ) couple, their house was burglarized, vandalized and doused in graffiti until the family had to take to the streets.

Rick and Alice made plans to move to his home, back in the capital, Felisburg, where all was serene. Unfortunately, they soon found that serenity came at a price: it was a ‘clean zone’. No raccoons allowed. As luck would have it, neither young Bonnie nor Valeriano would ever pass as raccoons and their lack of masks was a genetic miracle. Alice, on the other hand would never have been accepted. Before Rick even had a chance to make a decision, Alice shot him in the shoulder and ran off into the night. Her intentions were good, scare Rick into not pursuing her and raising the children on his own in Felisburg. Seeing no other viable option and having two hungry mouths to feed, Rick did just that, trying his best, and failing, to forget about the only love he would ever have in his life.

For her part, Alice returned to what remained of her city, now, little more than a lawless wasteland of poverty and crime. Shacking up with a mutual outcast, Gunther, the two started a life together, stealing what they could to eke out a living. Neither adjusted well as the city gradually turned civilized again and Gunther was arrested a month before Chafe was born. Chafe was never given a name; Alice had sworn to Gunther she would wait until he was out of prison to name the child. She and the baby would visit him frequently until one day when Chafe was six years old, she got word that there had been a prison riot and she would never see her new husband again.

Alone and confused and with a grudge against all, Alice slowly lost her mind, naming her son Chafe as he was nothing more than an irritation to her, a reminder of the last good thing she’d lost in her life. Some days were worse than others, but by the time he’d hit nine, Chafe decided that it was time to leave and never come back.

A resourceful young kit, Chafe found life on the streets both exciting and educational, finding out whatever he could from whomever was willing to teach him. The locals were as friendly as one could expect, and even moreso in some cases. By the time he was a teenager, Chafe had built a reputation as a one to be feared (or respected depending on who you talked to).

Eventually he came upon a cat with a missing paw shivering under a tree. The two got to talking and Chafe learned he was a runaway, himself. They might have become friends but when the raccoon learned that this wasn’t the first time (nor the last time) he’d run away, he felt a great deal of envy and rage at the selfishness of the kitten worrying parents that loved him whenever he pleased and having a home to actually go to in the first place. He swore to the feline that he would find him every time he was on the streets and beat him to the point where the kitten would NEVER dare run away from home again.

There is still speculation as to whether he has constantly done this out of concern for Sparkz’s well-being, out of jealousy, or a misguided attempt to toughen the cat up for living permanently on the streets.

Description
*Eggy, when you hurt, your crew hurts,we'll all be here when you need us*

Extensive... EXTENSIVE convos with the Great CHaRBini have shaped the origin of young Chafe... he's not evil... he's just... well, mean. XD sometimes.

Don't read on if you're easily upset. this isn't exactly... pretty.
Alice, Rick, Bonnie, Val @ (please don't hit me CHaRB )
Chafe @ me

***

It’s a terrible name if you stop and think about it: “Chafe”. As a verb, it means to irritate, to feel discomfort. Not the first thing that would come to mind when naming a child. It can also mean the state of being vexed…unadulterated rage, if you will. In some sense, it is the most appropriate name for him; perhaps a self-fulfilling prophecy.

His origin, though sadly typical were no less harrowing when one stops to think about it. His mother, Alice did the unforgivable, falling madly in love with a tomcat, Rick. Shortly after the birth of their second child, Valeriano, there was somewhat of a civil war between rival political factions in the city. Almost overnight, the feline-owned factories shut down and species relations were at an all-time low as riots, fires and gangs engulfed the streets. No one keen on cats was safe, and being a bi-special (species-al :dummy ) couple, their house was burglarized, vandalized and doused in graffiti until the family had to take to the streets.

Rick and Alice made plans to move to his home, back in the capital, Felisburg, where all was serene. Unfortunately, they soon found that serenity came at a price: it was a ‘clean zone’. No raccoons allowed. As luck would have it, neither young Bonnie nor Valeriano would ever pass as raccoons and their lack of masks was a genetic miracle. Alice, on the other hand would never have been accepted. Before Rick even had a chance to make a decision, Alice shot him in the shoulder and ran off into the night. Her intentions were good, scare Rick into not pursuing her and raising the children on his own in Felisburg. Seeing no other viable option and having two hungry mouths to feed, Rick did just that, trying his best, and failing, to forget about the only love he would ever have in his life.

For her part, Alice returned to what remained of her city, now, little more than a lawless wasteland of poverty and crime. Shacking up with a mutual outcast, Gunther, the two started a life together, stealing what they could to eke out a living. Neither adjusted well as the city gradually turned civilized again and Gunther was arrested a month before Chafe was born. Chafe was never given a name; Alice had sworn to Gunther she would wait until he was out of prison to name the child. She and the baby would visit him frequently until one day when Chafe was six years old, she got word that there had been a prison riot and she would never see her new husband again.

Alone and confused and with a grudge against all, Alice slowly lost her mind, naming her son Chafe as he was nothing more than an irritation to her, a reminder of the last good thing she’d lost in her life. Some days were worse than others, but by the time he’d hit nine, Chafe decided that it was time to leave and never come back.

A resourceful young kit, Chafe found life on the streets both exciting and educational, finding out whatever he could from whomever was willing to teach him. The locals were as friendly as one could expect, and even moreso in some cases. By the time he was a teenager, Chafe had built a reputation as a one to be feared (or respected depending on who you talked to).

Eventually he came upon a cat with a missing paw shivering under a tree. The two got to talking and Chafe learned he was a runaway, himself. They might have become friends but when the raccoon learned that this wasn’t the first time (nor the last time) he’d run away, he felt a great deal of envy and rage at the selfishness of the kitten worrying parents that loved him whenever he pleased and having a home to actually go to in the first place. He swore to the feline that he would find him every time he was on the streets and beat him to the point where the kitten would NEVER dare run away from home again.

There is still speculation as to whether he has constantly done this out of concern for Sparkz’s well-being, out of jealousy, or a misguided attempt to toughen the cat up for living permanently on the streets.