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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 26, 2007 17:47:33 GMT -5
Loca glanced around and then shrugged. Who cares if I tell the blasted story? It's not like it even matters now. She nodded to herself and then started, 'Well one day I was going through the woods, not exactly doing anything in particular, maybe just looking for some love in my silly mind then. I met a handsome tom who said that he loved me. He showed me many things about the forest that I didn't know, plants and such. I showed him that I trusted him and he got me to tell him where I lived, for I had never told anyone that. That night he came in the dark, a figure great enough to frighten even the bravest warriors. I fought for my life and he fought to kill, but he soon saw that he was out matched and soon it was he, not me that was fighting for their life. He cried like a kit as I gave him the last bite.' Her eyes glimmered as she remembered her 'great' hour.
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Post by lostheart on Sept 27, 2007 18:11:02 GMT -5
Sparkles shivered with delight. It was quite a nice story but it needed more detail for her. But one look from Audrey and she knew better then to ask for more.
Audrey had given her younger sister a look of warning when she had first noticed the familiar look of yearning for more. Nothing ever seemed to satisfy Sparkles and Audrey really didn't want her to bother Loca. "That sounds very....difficult," Audrey struggled to find a word that suited the story. Personally she found it quite fascinating
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 27, 2007 19:22:40 GMT -5
Loca smiled a little and nodded. 'Yes it was really.' She sighed and shook her head. 'So now I live alone, and it surprises me to learn of so many cats living together so closely. It almost makes me wish...' she trailed of as she caught herself before she could say more. 'So, do you have family, besides each other?' She was growing bolder now that she was feeling more comfortable and didn't mind asking the question.
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Post by lostheart on Sept 30, 2007 14:13:38 GMT -5
"Not that I know of," Sparkles blabbed on, "Our parents are dead so Dewey takes care of us now." She ignored Dewey's stare that she knew must be on her at the moment and began to groom her pelt again.
Dewey was glaring at his younger sister as she had suspected. He didn't like telling other cats of his family or past life. As far as he was concerned it was his own business.
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