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Originally Posted by lio
Rowanlark
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Rowanlark harrumphed, ears pulling back as he pouted. "You scared me first," he whined, tail curling around himself. There he was, just relaxing in the cool air, when suddenly Fleetfoot came out of nowhere! Of course he would be scared! Hmph.
No use fretting over it for too long, though. It wasn't like he had been attacked by, like, a hoard of very angry mice or... something. So the fluffy warrior, still a bit shaken up by his fright, tilted his head and asked, "what're you doing anyway?" |
Fleetfoot plopped herself into a sit. "I was..." She pauses. Should she admit she was simply playing with a leaf, or should she try to play it off as some sort of practice? I mean, she was a warrior, not a kit, after all. She shrugs, admitting the truth. She'd always been a playful cat, anyway. "I was playing with this leaf." She swats the leaf she dropped, swiping it away with her paw.