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[Uncle Scarf]

Flea looked at the she-cat, his eyes still gazing into Shivers eyes. "They're beautiful." He murmured, he stopped himself, feeling warmth spread to his cheeks. "I'm... sorry... um..." He felt kinda stupid.

Nimble stalked around, her eyes wide with fear. Never before had she been so scared. Her fur was pricked up, and she hid in her hut, her breath slow and ragged. She hoped the enforcer wouldn't come lecture her.

[apathy,]

recap]

[Uncle Scarf]

{{It's morning. My character, Flea, is talking to Shivers, and my other, was just yelled at by the enforcer. 83}}

[Pandeka]

( Can Seela be a wife? :3 )

[Uncle Scarf]

{To whom?}

[hypnotic.]

•||Shivers||•

Shivers blushed slightly, but you couldn't see it threw her black shiny, silky fur. She titled her head and chuckled. "Its fine, its always good to be compliment!" She meowed happily, wagging the tip of her tail.

[Pandeka]

( Who can she be? I changed her history.)

[apathy,]

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ĴƏ Ț'ȁȉɱɚ Ăʋȿȿɨ

The Tom arose from his hut, his legs stretching out in front of him as he stood. His powerful jaws snapping shut as he yawned. He had been out of the territory for a while, chasing other things. He was the size of a small god, maybe larger. A lot larger. The size of a med. sized dog. His tail flicking lightly as he walked out of his hut. He was tall, and strong. His breed was a cross from a normal cat, from a wild Savannah Cat out in Africa. Cupcake looked like a small cheetah, which was always good. He was extremely tall for a cat, yet he had some charistics from a wild cat. Like when he hissed, he sounded like a snake, it was something to warn off other preditors from attacking him. His ears were rather large, he had long slender legs for running, and being taller than the grass in a field... [I didn't know what to post.]

[Pandeka]

Soul: He walked into his hut. He had finished his chores for the day, so why not sleep?

[Uncle Scarf]

Flea smiled. "Um, you're welcome." He swayed his tail a bit awkwardly.

Nimble peered out from under her bedding, and still a little nervous, walked over to the dumpster. She grabbed a small morsel of sweet tasting bark. She licked it, it's rough texture like sandpaper. She crunched into it, leaving a sweet sensation around her taste buds.

{{I'm going to edit in a second. x3 I've been putting it off for far too long.}}