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Post by Wolfy on Oct 5, 2010 21:00:01 GMT -5
Sniff, sniff.
That's what could be heard all over the place.
Violet had gotten out of Brittany comfortable Weyr. She had, of course, started to explore. She had, of course, discovered many nice plaes to take a dump and leak, mark as her own, and she had begun to play with several different flitters that had, after a while, decided to fly off leaving her behind, chittering good naturedly as if she was very funny, which she didn't think she was. She had, of course, chased after them, but they had disappeared after only seconds. This had happened enough times that she had gotten herself very lost.
Not that she cared.
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Post by redwerecat on Oct 20, 2010 6:01:54 GMT -5
Sniff sniff.
That's what he heard. ALL OVER THE PLACE.
Infuriated, the hefty feline had been storming around the Weyr, trying to track down the insufferable canine he knew was poking around in what was rightfully HIS territory. And Bruiser was not inclined to share. The brown tabby had a sour expression on his face, and his ears were tilted back in annoyance, tail twitching back and forth.
Pouring off of the ledge like the liquid all cats were secretly consisted of, he landed on the floor just behind the dog with nary a sound. The large feline was nearly twenty five pounds of muscle and scar tissue, and he was going to have words with this impudent little pup who thought she could just waltz right in.
"Mrrroooooow." He said. And he expected an answer.
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Post by Wolfy on Oct 20, 2010 22:31:02 GMT -5
Violet swung aroung, her liquid brown eyes bright and full of the pathetic puppy look every owner dreaded. She smelled a cat. A cat that was not her tiny sister cat Sara.
What she saw peaked her interest. She stared for a moment, then with her long, drawn out southern drawl of a bark she stuck her butt in the air, put her head down near her paws, and her tail began its strange circle wags.
This girl wanted to play.
She jumped forward and then back, going all over the place as she did so. Play you silly cat, play!
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Post by redwerecat on Oct 22, 2010 6:02:23 GMT -5
Bruiser just watched the puppy, unamused. His green eyes followed the dog without skipping a beat, never even blinking. After a moment, he yawned, the kind of jaw-cracking, tooth-bearing yawn cats are so good at.
And then, he turned his back and began to wash his face.
So the pup wanted to play, eh? Well. Play she would get. But it would be on HIS terms. So he baited the puppy, tail swishing back and forth, baaaack and forth....
And he waited.
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Post by Wolfy on Dec 10, 2010 15:05:49 GMT -5
Violet whined befor not even stopping to bark. She stayed like that a few seconds her tail's circles going even slower than ever.
What was wrong with the cat?
Never mind. She was bored.
She pounced on the swishing tail and jumped back.
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Post by redwerecat on Dec 12, 2010 20:53:33 GMT -5
Bruiser jumped nearly three feet in the air, managing to pull of an incredible aerobatic spin and come down with a heavy thump on his hindpaws, his front feet lashing out and thwapping the dog solidly on the snout.
Take the bait, she did. He strutted at her, puffing up his fur challengingly, trying to see if she'd run or not. A nice game of chase-the-doggie- could be fun, he decided, so he bounced at her a little more playfully.
"Come on, puppy! I don't have all day!" He was saying.
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Post by Wolfy on Dec 14, 2010 11:14:55 GMT -5
Yayayayayaya! the cat wanted to play. That was good. The cat was acting like her silly tiny cat sister Sara. That was even better. Violet couldn't believe her luck. Maybe he wanted to play? A game of chase would be fanatastic at the moment.
What exactly was he doing? Puff puff puff. Puffing himself up, making him look big. uhh....sure. Whatever he wanted.
With a little bark, away Violet went, zipping down the hallway a few yards before skidding to a stop, ready to go as soon as the cat made a move after her; she knew he would.
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