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Post by Elmkit on Aug 11, 2015 15:45:10 GMT -6
elm Sunlight cut into the nursery. I was enjoying my peace and quiet until the light got into my eyes. It was such an annoyance. I began to turn around in my nest when chattering outside began to grow louder. I give up. With a loud sigh, I stood up, stretching and grooming my dark fur before walking out of the den.
I had just reached the fresh-kill pile, sniffing at it, when I felt something bump into me. "Hey, watch it." I said snippily, turning my head to the cat that disrupted me.
@addervenom there are two kinds of people in the world; those who look to the future, and those who look to the past. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 23:24:51 GMT -6
Adderkit had managed to get that blind calico elder angry at him again. He'd only been playing with a feather outside the den entrance this time! Apparently, though, the old grump was sensitive to noise, so he'd been chased off - and in the process of fleeing across the camp back towards the nursery, Adder ran into someone.
"Oof! Why don't you get out of the way next time!" |
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Post by Elmkit on Aug 12, 2015 12:31:14 GMT -6
elm I scowled at the tom, my tail lashing with agitation. I've talked to him for two seconds, and he was already getting on my last nerve. "Well, I wasn't the one who was running around bumping into cats."
I gave a snort, turning back to the fresh-kill pile to try to find something that interested me. there are two kinds of people in the world; those who look to the future, and those who look to the past. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2015 3:07:34 GMT -6
"Yeah, but you were the one in the way!" the pale tom snapped right back. This was almost certainly not going to end well. Adderkit had quite the temper. Paired with the tenacity he'd inherited from his unknown father, it was a terrible idea to put him up against anyone stubborn. Except it didn't look like the queens were around to break up the soon-to-be conflict this time.
A low growl rose in his throat as he flexed his sharp little claws and considered tackling Elm. She seemed to be ignoring him now - it'd serve her right if she got a few scratches for it. |
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