i was looking f[o]r some heaven, but i need not look no more

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    Clara looked puzzled. She couldn't remember much, or she could remember was a sharp pain that stung from her behind and then sudden dizziness followed by blackness. It was a dumb darkness, paws feeling unattached. There was a buzzing in her ears. Her head felt like nothingness. Where was she?

    "Ya alright leet... Ya not leetal, miss," Justin stammered, waddling up to the bear. Was this what Dancingkit thought he was? Holy hell. This things was about three times bigger than himself at least. Being afraid, stupidity kicked in.


    The beaver picked up a stick and poked the polar bear.

    Clara still puzzled and confused looked down and to her surprize a beaver stood by her paw. Not only did the beaver have a strange accent but it was also poking her. With a stick. Feeling even more confused, Clara shifted her paw before saying really quietly, ''Was machst du?'' whilst letting out a little giggle.


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    Realising that, no, this bear wasn't completely asleep, Justin quickly dropped the stick. "Bloody 'ell!" He squealed in a highly manly manor, jumping back. It spoke! It sounded drunk, though. "What are ya saying, miss?" The beaver asked, looking the bear over. Ok. So. This thing could kill him, should it choose to do so.


    Happy thoughts.

    Realizing that no one could probably understand what she was saying, well she was German after all, she shuffled her paws nervously and said ''Dont weh mir, ich bin nur eine ...'' she fell over hid under her massive paws, and cried.


    OOC; She doesn't like it when people can't understand her (that's why she is crying), also I thought it would be fun to make her scared of Justin rather then Justin being scared from Clara because having a polar bear frightened from a beaver is cute (another reason why she is crying, and hiding under her paws)


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    Justin looked confused. "I be sorreh I poked a stick at ya, miss. No need to cry," oh, god. If people saw this, what would they think? How did a beaver make a polar bear cry? Sing horribly, one way. Maybe she thought he thought she was fat, or something. In short, the beaver was confused as confusion got.

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    "What's going on?"
    A long-haired torbie she-cat padded up beside the weeping bear cup, glancing at the beaver with curious, narrowed, minty green eyes.


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    ooc;; low muse


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    "I might've poked a stick at tah polar bear," Justin mumbled, looking down at his paws. God, this made him feel like such a jerk. He had poked a bear with a stick and then she started crying. Kill him now.

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    The torbie she-cat sighed, staring at the beaver. She looked back to the bear. "I'm Fadingpaw," she introduced, lashing her long tail. "and who are you?" Why would you poke a stick at her? Fadingpaw asked Justin silently.


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    Motto;; Here's to never growing up





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    ooc;;
    Ich spreche Deutsch auch :3


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    Silverpaw sat silently on a wide tree branch. She let out a burst of laughter, then quickly covered her muzzle with a slender paw. She couldn't help but laugh, a beaver making a polar bear cub cry likenthat was hilarious!

    OOC; Sorry for the late post! :3


    Lifting up her massive, yet cute head from under her big paws. Clara gently wiped away her tears and sat on her stomach, a pose which Clara thought was rather comfortable and also seemed to make her feel much better, even though she clearly didn't know why. She knew she wanted to say something, tried, but it failed, and instead of saying an actual reason for all of this madness, Clara didn't exactly say that. Instead, ''Ich bin hungrig'' was all she said.


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