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let's [p]lay pretend --;
By: Memmy Date: September 25, 2012, 8:57 pm
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[font=arial]The Windclanner strode into the Apprentice's Den and
flopped down onto her nest, not caring if she messed up anyone
else's; Sweetpaw was in an exceptionally rotten mood this
afternoon. And that was saying something, as the apprentice was
usually terribly unhappy about something in life. The siamese
glared around with narrowed blue eyes, feeling that she needed
to vent out to someone, anyone. Vent out what? EVERYTHING. The
approching leaf-bare, her dead mother, and even the childish
crush on Minutemind. Gah, where was a cat when you needed
one?[/font]
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Re: let's [p]lay pretend --;
By: Nightmare Date: September 26, 2012, 4:04 pm
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[center][font=times new roman]Songpaw cheerfully bounced to the
apprentice's den and peeked inside, her sharp green eyes burning
as she looked around. Her gaze rested on Sweetpaw, and she
silently, but cautiously walked up to her, knowing from personal
experience, of her short temper. Hoping that this was one of the
times Sweetpaw was actually in a good mood, Songpaw gently
licked Sweetpaw on the ear and sat down, waiting for the
apprentice to give her usual reply.[/font][/center]
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Re: let's [p]lay pretend --;
By: Memmy Date: October 4, 2012, 9:00 pm
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Ah, her explosive temper never seemed to cease. In fact, if
Songpaw's aunt hadn't been one of her mother's closest friends,
the siamese would have launched at her and beat her the best she
could with seathed claws. Which, given the reckless bloodline of
this feline, would have been quite deadly.
Instead, Sweetpaw contented herself with tilting her ears
backwards and baring her teeth the slightest bit with a
menencing growl. "What the f*ck do you want, b*tch?" is what the
agressive growls formed, and instantly the chocolate-pointed cat
felt a bit sorry that her personality was so cold to others;
something that she was sure that Minutemind wouldn't like.
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Re: let's [p]lay pretend --;
By: Nightmare Date: October 13, 2012, 7:01 pm
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[center][font=times new roman]"You don't have to be so cold you
know, I was just wondering if you're OK, you look troubled."
Songpaw answered, unfazed from Sweetpaw's temper. She stood up
suddenly and her face turned serious. "Look, we might need more
fresh kill, the pile isn't big enough. Want to hunt with me?",
Her face turning into a smirk, Songpaw added, "I bet I can bring
back more fresh kill than you can." Songpaw didn't know why, but
for some reason, whenever she was with Sweetpaw, she could
finally be herself instead of being so polite all the time. "Are
you up for it, Sweetpaw?" Songpaw asked of voice, and stood up
to leave.[/font][/center]
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