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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2015 2:12:27 GMT -6
Petalpaw had to remind herself this was a smaller task than her already overactive mind was making it out to be. She inhaled sharply. She was considering.
She had always procrastinated more... unpleasant tasks, it was just her nature. Lately she had realized the wait did not numb the pain. Sometimes it wasn't the task that was worse, but the anticipation, the chill of dread that would slide down her attractively arched spine and blossom into wishing; plain, fanciful wishing: please let this be a dream.
She growled silently to herself; her growl was similar to her beautiful, melodious voice; clear and soprano. Well, that was misleading. It was rough and threatening, rumbling, but it still sounded like a chorus to a song.
For something to do, she craned her neck and licked down her fur. It was rather manageable, unlike her only littermate's - Thistlepaw - unruly, spiky fur. Like someone had rubbed his fur the wrong way. Permanently.
She sashayed - hoping desperately her gait emitted more confidence than was in her trepidation-filled thoughts - into the apprentices' den, her powdery blue eyes acting like a scanner, ana-lysing the scene before her.
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Post by Sunpaw on May 20, 2015 18:56:16 GMT -6
The light brown tabby had just awoken from a nap, his fur poking out in places so as to give him the appearance of a hedgehog. To amend this, he began grooming; it was just as he finished doing so that he saw another cat enter the relatively vacant den, her stride a bit... extravagant, he supposed was the appropriate word. His icy stare flashed with momentary curiosity at the she-cat's entrance; either she was arrogant, or nervous. Or both. Nonetheless, Sunpaw was interested in talking with her; she must have been one of the new apprentices. "Hi there," he called, his voice carrying its usual amiable undertone. He stood slowly, letting himself stretch; he noticed the small white patch on his chest was still fluffed up a bit, and so licked it down. Once he'd stretched, he sat again, his demeanor open and friendly.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2015 2:49:57 GMT -6
A friendly voice cut through the bustling atmosphere. Glancing towards its cause, she saw the pale brown tabby tom.
"Hey," she called back hesitantly, her voice beautiful; a clear, melodious song. The tom had been grooming himself - well, before he had noticed her. Now he licked down a white dash on his chest.
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