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Originally Posted by Exis
“Fennel.” Fennel stated his name. Stuttering loser, “Get outta tha can dingus, come on. Let’s go find somewhere to bunk down.” This cat was kinda a wimp, well, now it was his wimp. This cat better know how to at least make a good nest.
(I feel like if they become friends, it’ll just be this.
Fennel to shark: you’re a wimp
Rando cat: look at that wimp
Fennel: YOU DO NOT GET TO CALL MY SQUISHY A WIMP! It’s ok Shark you’re not a wimp.)
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{Yepp, I can definitely see that happening}
"O-okay, a-and I'm not a w-wimp!" He protested. "I-i'm just scared." Shark added quietly to himself. The grey tom timidly padded out of the tin and sped up a little so he could be next to Fennel, that's a name you don't hear often! But also neither is Shark. His bell jingled as he began padding around the huge loner filled area. His eyes were shooting everywhere so he couldn't be ambused.