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Sandbar backed away in fear as Smolder stormed over to him “What did I tell you?!” Smolder yelled at him as she threw him against the wall, the back of his head thumping against it. Her anger sparked by what he did earlier. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to be nice!!” Sandbar stammered out. He looked around the hallway, hoping someone else was there to save him or at least tried to calm the situation down but unfortunately it was just the two of them at the moment so he had no choice but to endure Smolder’s rage alone, trapped against a wall. “I told you to never call me cute in front of others!! No matter what I’m doing or how I’m dressed!” Smolder yelled at him. The shorter pony tried to cover his face in fear but Smolder grabbed both of his wrists and forced them away from his face, her dragon claws dug into his flesh and her grip tightened. Sandbar yelped out in pain “Smolder your hurting me!!” “Don’t be a baby and face me, NOW!” Smolder demanded out of

Full Name: Isabella and Gabriella Bagwell Age: 16 Birth: September 12 Species: Mouse Height: 5 ft 4 in (both) Weight: 110 lbs (Izzy) 111 (Gabby) Hair/fur: gray and blonde (Isabella) brown and black (Gabriella) Eyes: brown (both) Occupation: Student Parents: mother and father Siblings: Twin sister (each other) Heritage: N/A Religion: N/A or possibly Christian Sexuality: Straight (both) Boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse: none Hobbies: painting, climbing trees, reading, trying on clothes Likes: being with friends, movies, chocolate, making others laugh Dislikes: being alone, when mom and dad are too busy Strengths: strong, kind, compassionate, flirty Weaknesses: anxiety, loneliness, not fully organized Wants: to spend time with parents Problems: tends to be jealous of those who can spend time with their parents Character Background: the twin girls were born into a happy family. Everything was great for the first few years of their lives until they

It was a normal day in the neighbourhood. Birds were singing, middle aged men were mowing their lawns at 6 in the morning, and Tom and Jerry could be heard fighting in their house, with pots clattering, glass shattering, and yells echoing as the endless cat and mouse chase continues for yet another day. Tom was chasing Jerry around the house with a baseball bat, swinging wildly in an attempt to smash the rodent who decided that today would be a great day to get Tom’s tail stuck in a mouse trap meant for him. Jerry ran outside, with Tom hot on his heels, and just as Tom was getting ready for a big swing, Jerry jumped out of the way, a loud smash can be heard as the bat barely missed him. Tom looked at the bat, which had splintered off into many pieces, so he was about to drop the broken bat and chase after the mouse again, but when he turned around, he felt a tap on his shoulder, he slowly turned back around to see Spike. The large bulldog glared angrily at Tom with a large red bump on