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Post by traitorheart on Oct 10, 2006 17:56:54 GMT -5
A golden tabby she-cat, full with characteristic kittypet plumpness, sat in the cool morning, the sweet dew moistening her paws. Her kits were mewling for her inside, but Biscuit knew this was her only chance for today to look for a patrol.
She wasn't sure which Clan she was nearest to right now. All she knew was that her Twolegs kept showing her and the kits off to friends and family.
The kittypet-queen pressed her small face into the chain-link of this house's fence. She mewed softly.
Of course, Biscuit didn't want to join the Clans just for herself. She heard from a cat that once her kits were old enough, the Twolegs would take them away, and she would be taken to the Cutter.
Biscuit didn't want that. No. And what Clan wouldn't want the bright she-cat and her beautiful kittens?
We'll see...
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Post by Gracie on Oct 12, 2006 21:52:05 GMT -5
((Aww =[[ that makes me upset. I just had to give 2 of my kittens away tonight, poor Gracie! She's the mother.))
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Post by traitorheart on Oct 14, 2006 9:15:47 GMT -5
||I'm sorry? I know how that is, my dog had eight puppies when I was in kindergarten. The last one sold and then Dad said we could have kept her.
*laughs at your sig* i once had a charrie named Briarwood; he was real selfish. I don't know what Quicksilver saw in him... other than three kits... *tsk tsk*||
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Post by Gracie on Oct 16, 2006 20:46:37 GMT -5
ooc -- Yeah, well ... Grace's mother, Sheila had 6 kittens ... and after some convincing we got to keep Grace. Then in May we had to put Sheila to sleep (and she was only 20 months old) so we got Bailey instead of letting Gracie have kittens. Then Grace got pregnant any way, and she had 4. Zoey and Raven are gone, and Boomer hasn't been taken by his owner yet. We're keeping Roxie, so I've got her<3
xP Briarpaw was based of my character from EX, Sagewind. He loved himself, and I loved him. Random people would post at his threads saying how funny he was, because he would actually tell himself out loud how good-looking and perfect he was. That is all ... would you like me to bring one of my Clan kitties here to find her? And if so, from which Clan?
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Post by traitorheart on Oct 17, 2006 17:57:38 GMT -5
||Sure and I'm sure Bicuit doesn't care. But I won't be back on until the 26th. Vacation!
Whoopi's puppies were Maya, Sammy, Toby, Little Guy, Collar Boy, Lucy, Sally,and Hernia Hester. Maya had puppies and we got one, the annyoing Sonny.||
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Post by Gracie on Oct 26, 2006 20:16:59 GMT -5
ooc|| aww. how adorable =]
A slight breeze whisked through the forest of stunted trees, scents off the marsh being carried far away. A young tabby tom, his head held high, strode through the trees, acting as if he owned the place. He went by the name of Briarpaw, and believed that all knew, or should know his name, therefore there was no need for introductions. This tom was in love; with himself, and no other. The way his fur glistened, his haunting emerald eyes, and basically everything about him was perfect, according to Briarpaw himself atleast. As he came to the top of a small hill, yet another breeze came his way, sending to him the scent of another cat, and causing his fur to stand on end. As he sized up his opponent by smell, he soon realized this she-cat was no threat to him. Aside from being extremely pregnant, she also happened to be a two-leg pet.
What business do you have here, kittypet? [/color][/size] |
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Post by traitorheart on Oct 27, 2006 11:01:55 GMT -5
Biscuit narrowed her eyes warily, ignoring her Twoleg's cooing and offers of catnip.
What was she supposed to say? This apprentice- or, as she thought, Clan Warrior- had an air about him similar to her Twolegs' son. Their son was a model.
"Well," Bicuit mewed, "I was wondering if I-and my four kits- could join your Clan. A Clan. The Clan?..." she trailed off, realizing how dumb this sounded.
Too late to take it back, she watched the shadows for movement. She needed an answer now. But would she get one?
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