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Post by Fernpelt on Jun 6, 2010 22:48:20 GMT -6
Fernpelt hissed at the insult. She hated it when people called her feminine. Or in any way those tmperamental she-cats. Her tail was sore, but she ignored it. She whipped it our of his mouth and sprung onto him again, this time piting his back hai=unch tightly.
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Post by Moonpool on Jun 7, 2010 8:19:36 GMT -6
*i hiss at her and bites her shoulder,growling, i then i swipe my forepaw across her face*
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Post by Fernpelt on Jun 7, 2010 17:48:47 GMT -6
Fernpelt yowled in pain, her shoulder searing, and when he scratched her face, she griited her teeth. She went for his front shoulder again, and almost ripped out a chunk the size of a large vole. It was only the size of a small one, though.
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Post by Rainfeather on Jun 7, 2010 19:24:29 GMT -6
after awhile i stood up and stumbled between them, this was getting some wat out of control. "you guys... cal-calm down..." my legs shook as i struggled to stand still, as a barrier between the two fighting cats.
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Post by Fernpelt on Jun 9, 2010 22:08:09 GMT -6
Fernpelt almost hissed at Rainfeather, but then realized it was her patient. She deicded the best thing to do was ignore her, After all, how could she stay in fighting mode when she was focusing on a distraction?
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Post by Fernpelt on Jun 15, 2010 0:54:27 GMT -6
(Okay, Moonpool. Here I wait...for a long time....) (I don't want this to be spam but it's the only way to make it new and not have to RP godmod)
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