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Post by Monroe on Sept 26, 2014 21:40:24 GMT -6
A large siamese swept his tongue over his lips, bright blue eyes fixated on the silver flashes of brilliantly shimmering scales underneath the surface of the river. His expression was vaguely irritated, another swipe of his tongue caressing the side of his face. A yawn exposed sharp white teeth, then two white flashes blurred through the air as a fish flashed by underneath the water.
Again, his paws came up empty and soaking. With a soft snarl, Monroe tried to practically leap on top of what looked like a carp. That was when he emerged from the deep waters with..
A large stick stuck in his mouth. Going cross-eyed, he tried to see the stick between his jaws to see if he caught a fish.
What. An idiot.
(lol picture Todd in Fox and the Hound with the stick in his mouth)
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Post by Raven on Oct 1, 2014 15:33:47 GMT -6
The sun was high, right in the middle of a somewhat cloudy sky. A slight breeze kicked some leaves off the forest floor, carrying the scent of the river. The cacophony of sounds were all orchestrated from the large canopy. Birds chirped at one another and the sound of running water was very close.
A black furred she-cat appeared to be walking under the dark canopy, the only thing to be seen were her yellow irises. After a few heartbeats, the feline picked up the pace to a trot as she neared the river. Her tail held high with confidence as she strutted towards the light.
As she made her way out into open, she heard what sounded like a splash. She turned her head curiously and padded down the river bank. She saw something white above the running stream and cautiously padded over. It was a cat who had tried to catch a fish but had hooked a stick instead. She purred in amusement.
"Fishing for sticks, eh?" She purred.
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Post by Monroe on Oct 4, 2014 12:08:38 GMT -6
[sorry this is late]
Monroe at least had the decency to look embarrassed when he saw a raven coated she-cat who had spotted him.
" Eh.. no. " he admitted shamefully. " Tryin' ter fish. 'Ave ter admit, but.. Ah'm not very good a' fishing. " Monroe pinned black striped white ears to his head, the stick having dropped before he spoke. " Unfortuna'ly, Ah'm on'y good a' fightin'. "
[lazy sorry but i'm not supposed to be on]
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Post by Dove on Oct 7, 2014 20:36:54 GMT -6
There was not much going on in the Royal's life, and she needed some adventure, maybe she would find one today. Leaping off of a boulder near the river, her ears perked up, hearing the chatter of two cats. Hmm? She could not detect who the voices belonged to, so it was evident that the tabby did not know who the two were.
Watching from above, she saw a dark coated youngling, teasing a siamese youngling, and rolled her eyes. Hopefully they were not going to fall in love or anything. It was just too overrated in Deathcclan, and it was simply pointless with the younglings around here.
So she sat, and watched, eyes landing on the stick that dropped out of the tom's mouth. Not a fisher apparently. "I would love to see a fight every now and then." she announced, sliding herself between the two. "How about it? You two fighting would be great practice for you two in the future."
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