dutchess's fancy twoleg home.[open]

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Dutchess stretched out to relax,
content with her life.Eyes closing
softly to catch the sunlight.Being
a kittypet was a quiet life for the
young tabby she cat.No clan cats
bothering her,nothing but peace,
thats what the molly would enjoy
for a short time.She opened her
amber hues,still no sign of her
sister.Dutchess rolled her eyes,
annnoy-ance prickling her fur.That
stupid kit is nothing but trouble,I can't
keep up with that brat!Dutchess
snorted,rolling on her back,belly
exposed.

[~Breadsticks~]

Raven looked around quietly, her large framed made her a bit more noticeable but her dark tabby pelt helped her. The rogue kitten stalked forward, her eyes focused on the kitten in front of her. Raven lunged forward, tackling the smaller kit, her eyes narrowed as she snarled, "Tundra! You stick out an awful lot, and what kind of crouch was that?"
Tundra shrunk down in front of her older sister, "Sorry, I'll try better next time. Can you show me the crouch again?" Raven's eyes narrowed and she spat, "Do it yourself, I'm going to go hunt. Practice." Tundra nodded, her gaze fixed to the ground until her sister left. She sighed and got into a sloppy crouch, trying to remember when Raven had taught her. She lowered her tail and pulled her back paws forward then slid her paws across the grass, trying to stay balanced in the awkward position.