Sheer
Kit
Tribe Stoneteller
A pessimist is someone who's listened to too many optimists
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Post by Sheer on Sept 19, 2009 9:20:02 GMT -8
Golden-lilac fur blended in to the leaves that are scattered about the fenceless yard. Then the bright patch moved or more precisely exploded in a massive cascade of grass, leaves, and anything else that was on the ground. Paws landed on a mouse crushing it's bones in a small crunch. Nephenee sat up and with an quickly swept up the mouse in her jaws and tossed it near the front door of her human's house. She lay down in the same spot again, her brothers and sisters were probably playing with the fat kitty Bristol next door. She'd never come, too embarassed by her heavy accent that was not inherited by any of her siblings. "...You should..get out more..." a stoic voice monotoned with from a tail length away. The once lax Nephenee suddenly turned into a tense figure. "Oh...why do you sneak up Navarre? Could've just said hi and got it ove' with mate." she pointed out. "You should be the last one to point change to someone else's way of speaking." Navarre noted sharply. Inwardly Nephenee felt a bit put-down for being reprimanded of her accent, "That's the longest sentence I've ever heard you say!" she mused. Nephenee rarely talked around other cats because she was too embarassed by her accent but stoic Navarre never showed any emotion so she wouldn't know if he was mocking her...except for just now of course.
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