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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 12, 2006 22:39:28 GMT -5
(*Cloverpaw huggles Hauntedstar* he likes me more than he does YOU!)
"That you are not. Your making more sense than I myself." Cloverpaw meowed, and laughed a little. It was a blank laugh, just like his eyes. (mac and cheese! xD)She looked at him for a moment, the way the wind blew his fur. It was spooky, scary, horrid, any other word associated with him.(Drink soda!'Tis is like Hauntedstar... Fizzeh!)She didn't care what others thought, Cloverpaw liked this cat, alot, even when shivers were present(xD).
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 13, 2006 22:36:29 GMT -5
I see. Tell me about youself.
He commanded in a bored, grudging tone. However cold he might be, he knew his manners, and ettiquette required he speak like this. He yawned and then lay down. his movements were fluid and gracefull, as if he moved through water.
He slowly licked his paw, takign great care. His black muzzle was stark against the light streak that ran down his leg, and his eyes glittered like beetels. His voice, as cold sound, rose ahirs on the backs of humans and dogs, and most cats. It was the low quality of a foxes, and he spoke in a hateful tone to every living hting. There was a sense about him, that he hated the race of felines; and he did.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 14, 2006 22:58:32 GMT -5
"There is nothing to know, beside the fact my name is Cloverpaw... I dislike the name. I do not like being me. I am a very proud feline, but I do not like to be me. This confuses me." Cloverpaw meowed furrowing her brow. This had troubled her for a few days now, ever since she noticed being a cat was just a small part of the world she lived in.
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