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Post by Woollyfoot on Feb 18, 2015 14:08:46 GMT -6
You look so worn, so thin
you're a taker, devil's maker
let me hear you sing Her body looked tiny against the large expanse of dark rock as Tatter leaned into it, ignoring the sharp stone stabbing into her back. She ran her translucent claws down the boulder near her side, sharpening them and creating a nice point. After a moment she settled back into her spot, admiring the marks her claws made in the stone. There wasn't much of anything to do once she joined the blackgaurds. The others seemed to just wander aimlessly with no purpose. She rolled her eyes discreetly as one approached. |
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Post by Holly on Feb 18, 2015 16:35:54 GMT -6
The quarry wasn't an amusement park, that was for sure. It was filled with awkward silences only broken by a nervous cough and the skittering of little animal feet against stone and earth. It sounded a lot nicer than it actually was. I wasn't much of a critic, to be honest. I head towards a smaller looking cat, finding my interest in cats who looked similar to my children. I was such a bleeding heart, wasn't I? "Are you sharpening your claws or counting off how many days you've spent in a stone pit of boredom?"
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Post by Woollyfoot on Feb 18, 2015 17:33:45 GMT -6
You look so worn, so thin
you're a taker, devil's maker
let me hear you sing Tatter snickered at his words. "Mm," she murmured. At least he didn't seem like one of those boring cats that just sat silently around on their butts all day. He seemed to have more of a spark. "I suppose it could be either one. A two-package deal," she grinned. "Huh. You don't seem boring," she pointed out. "Am I wrong?" She inquired, raising one 'brow'. @//tag |
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