April 30th, 2018, 04:35 PM
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a lonely nobody
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Join Date: Oct 2016
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Posts: 1,371
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Faraway Moorlands {Open}
( @ Honeystorm(she) )
Limoncello padded through the short, springy grass, his steps muffled by the ground underfoot. He had no reason to be quiet - he hadn’t seen anyone around in moons - but, as he often learned the hard way, there were sly cats like him who’d trick and lie and minupulate lurking in the shadows. Had he been able to take them on? Sure. Did he enjoy fights with tooth and nail instead of words? Ohhhh no. Fighting was his weakness, manipulation was his forte. Though why cats will result to violence - ahem, those clans - will never be knownst to me. He continued his way through the moors, his yellowed eyes searching the short grass for stray rabbits and mice before turning them upwards to search for birds. Hey, even cats like him needed food.
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