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Post by Llamafuzz on May 28, 2014 17:22:24 GMT -6
Blaze
Aslan, having returned from a hunt around the territory, returned with a mouse in his jaws. Without being assigned one of the sectors to work alongside, the right-hand calico was free to work with whoever he desires, or saw needed the assistance. Sitting down with his catch the tom began poking at it with a sigh, hungry yet not motivated to eat.
His head raised as he was approached by a stranger. "Hello there."
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Post by Blaze on May 29, 2014 17:42:37 GMT -6
The red furred tom stepped into view with a chicken in his mouth. He dropped the chicken at his paws. "Hello there. I see you've been out hunting." He said, nodding at the mouse. "Anyways, I'm Blaze of the Fox, or Blaze, for short. Who are you?"
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Post by Llamafuzz on May 29, 2014 18:20:59 GMT -6
"How perceptive," Aslan rumbled with a grin, eyes shadowing with emotion as he glanced the tuxedo over. "Always a pleasure, Blaze." It wouldn't do to upstart and upstart. Not at all. Knowing his luck, he'd be left to clean up that kind of mess as well. "I'm Aslan, and may I just note how repungnantly uninformed you are." Most everyone in the tribe knew his name. Those that didn't had cotton for ears, or were morons.
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