Cujo
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Meer's minionite! another soldier of the sharmy ;D
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Post by Cujo on Apr 18, 2009 19:37:57 GMT -5
Cobrastrike emerged from the warrior’s den just as the sun was beginning to rise. She stretched each limb in turn, extending her back legs behind her and her forelegs in front of her. She twitched her tail as the sun began to warm her fur. After a quick glance around, she noted that there weren’t many other cats in the clearing. Glad for the silence, she licked a paw and drew it over her ears and face before stooping to lick the fur on her chest a few times.
She stretched again, arching her back then stretching up on her toes until her legs quivered. She could hear the birds singing in the trees and her stomach rumbled; she’d have to go hunt for the clan before she ate anything, though. The few pieces of prey still left in the pile would go to the nursery and the elders. She looked around the clearing again, hoping to spot someone that would go out hunting with her.
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Post by Meerful on Apr 18, 2009 20:42:47 GMT -5
.v.Sharkfang.v.,,
i called her on the phone and she touc-- we all know how that song ends :]
Sharkfang opened his large mouth as it stretched wide in a yawn. His double sets of canines glinted in the light. These were what he was named for. Blinking his eyes open, and pushed himself off the ground and to his paws, emerging from the warriors den and stretching. His fur was ruffled and messy, sticking up in random places as if he had cowlicks all over himself.
He couldn't be bother. The brambles and undergrowth would only mess it up again. So why should he groom himself to perfection only to get dirty? Sharkfang smirked when he saw a pretty she-cat grooming herself.
"Neat freak, much?" He asked her jokingly, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. He was always very respectful of others, and he didn't want to give her the wrong impression. Sharkfang chose a spot in the shade to sit beside her and gauge her reaction.
[ew. bad post]
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Cujo
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Meer's minionite! another soldier of the sharmy ;D
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Post by Cujo on Apr 19, 2009 16:40:59 GMT -5
Cobrastrike
Cobrastrike looked over as some cat she didn’t know spoke to her; his coat was in shambles. Her eyes widened and her jaw nearly dropped. How could this cat not care?! “Your coat is a mess! How can you stand it?” she meowed. She wanted to groom him until his coat looked proper, but she didn’t want to just tackle the poor tom; that would be rude.
She held her tail down with her tail and gave the tip a few quick licks before looking up at the tom again. “I don’t believe I know you,” she meowed quietly. “What is your name?”
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Post by Meerful on Apr 19, 2009 21:05:45 GMT -5
.v.Sharkfang.v.,,
if i die and go to hell real soon, it would appear to me as this room
Sharkfang smirked at the she-cat's reaction. She was definitely a neat-freak. She looked like she was about to rip all his fur out so that it could never be messy again.
"Shambles. Nice word choice." He commented, smirking. Then he straightened up as she spoke of not knowing him. "I'm Sharkfang" He meowed, telling her straight out. It was just like ihm to be so straightforward. Sharkfang flicked his tail back and forth, and for her benefit, he began grooming his fur. Of course, he know it was just going to get messy again.
A light breeze swirled around the clearing, ruffling his fur and making it hard for him to groom. With an exasperated sigh he gave up and smiled weakly at the she-cat. "And you would be?" He asked lightly.
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