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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Apr 5, 2006 19:23:01 GMT -5
Kiss padded along, and tunred to make sure all her ktis followed.
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Post by rex. on Apr 5, 2006 19:53:48 GMT -5
OOC: i'll just add on to this, if you dont like it then you can delete it and continue on, but yeah.
a creamy Rex plodded along after his mother, yellow eyes staring ahead towards where they were going. his skin tingled when he saw a figure in the distance...
siluetted against the morning sun, a massive curly haired tom sat upon a hummock of dirt. he watched the she-cat and the kits appear but didnt move, he would wait until they came.
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Post by Marly on Apr 6, 2006 23:46:28 GMT -5
Massacre had grown much, his now had pale green optics, and the rex peltage of his father. He followed close behind his mother, in his head, first in line of the kits. "How much further?!" He said with anticipation, he was eager to find out were they were going, he hoped they were headed for their father, the fearcest Tom out there! Atleast in the young kits' eyes he was. He held his head high, trying to make out any signs of life beyond them, head held high he continued to trek with the others.
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Post by rex. on Apr 7, 2006 15:39:55 GMT -5
Risk eased his wasy through his other siblings to his brother, Massacre. "see that?" he whispered, pointing with his nose at a figure not far off
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Apr 7, 2006 20:04:12 GMT -5
"i see it" meowed Chance, walking quickly "it's that cat that came to our den, once"
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Post by Marly on Apr 7, 2006 23:33:48 GMT -5
Massacre nodded, head still held high, "I think he's our father?" he squeezed back infront of his siblings, peering even more at the distant cat, he could tell it was a Tom, not only by the smell, but by the way he held his position. The scent felt farmiliar in his nostrils, he couldn't help but feel excitement as they neared.
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Post by rex. on Apr 8, 2006 0:06:58 GMT -5
as the kits and the queen neared, the angle they were approaching the sun shifted enough to faintly see his pelt; a curly haired tortoise shell, with lean limbs, long tail and scars marked all across his pelt
Risk's heart began to race and he caught up to Massacre meowing in an undertone
"i think it is!!"
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Apr 8, 2006 17:39:09 GMT -5
"i don't really care" meowed Chance as she looked at Touslepelt with cool leaf green eyes.
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Post by rex. on Apr 8, 2006 18:48:55 GMT -5
Risk shot a cold glare at his sister and turned his head forward again, rolling his eyes. she was a she-cat; it was impossible for anything to impress her or make her pleased he thought to himself as he kept pace with Massacre
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Apr 8, 2006 18:56:02 GMT -5
Chance ran ahead of her brothers, moving easily through the grass.She stopped about two feet away from Touslepelt, and looked at him, her eyes narrowed.
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Post by rex. on Apr 8, 2006 19:03:34 GMT -5
the tom looked down at the kit with cold olive eyes, narrowing them to mimic the small kits expression. his muscles relaxed...he half expected it to be a rabbit... he blinked and opened his mouth to breath in Kiss's approaching scent.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Apr 8, 2006 19:13:48 GMT -5
"why are you here?" meowed Chance as she licked her paw "not that i care, you could be dead in a river, and i wouldn't care"
OOC:isn't she sweet?
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Post by rex. on Apr 8, 2006 19:25:46 GMT -5
the tom took a long time to reply this is why i hate kits... he growled as he looked down at the kit-rabbit and said quietly "the question is, what are you doing here, i didnt expect your mother to bring you at all, and even if you dont care, i would still advise you shut your trap before i do. then we'll see who cares."
OOC: isnt he a loving father?
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Post by Marly on Apr 9, 2006 13:37:30 GMT -5
Massacre nudged his sister, his eyes jaded optics blinked at his sisters retort, then the even more so of his father. He actually couldn't help but look up to his father, a rouge living on his own, so he was a little rough around the edges....who cared, he apparently didn't? "Chance.....That's no way to talk to our father....besides, this is his home, not ours" he warned quietly in his sisters calico coated ear. He looked up at his father, figuring he saw nothing but offspring, the rex kit ignored it, dipping his head solemly to his father. "I'm Massacre, your our father, arn't you?" He wasn't exactly askign a question, as he know this beat up Tom was related to him. He admired his strong figure, hoping he himself would inhereit that someday.
OOC: He respects his father *sticks tounge out* xD
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Post by rex. on Apr 9, 2006 15:33:31 GMT -5
OOC: aww, okay i wont have him pick on you too much.  Touslepelt watched the other kit with narrowed eyes as he spoke. when he turned to him, the lone rogue started at him for a second or so noticing their similarities, not much physically besides the pedigree, but he could see in the kits eyes he would have potential if he was worked right.... "...that is true" he meowed finally. his voice was cracked, either from being silent too much or from over use in volume when he did use it, or maybe it was natural, but it had a cool edge to it that would send a kittypet packing |
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