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[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid black; width: 350px; height: 330px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px transparent;]So, there he was. Curious little Pankit, diving into large piles of scarlet and deep brown leaves - the color assortments were endless. Watching the plants flutter up into the air, his green eyes were fixated on them as they began to pile on top of his pelt, creating a sepia mosiac of sorts. This entranced him, but of course, being dear little Pankit, he swiped them off again and began to tackle them as if they were small mice. The tiger cub was quite new to his feet, his speech developing but his actions....not so much, so he slightly stumbled and rolled over, face-planting and getting a mouthful of dirt.
Yeowch.
Spitting out the earthworms and dust, he shook his pelt, creating faces at himself. It was just an ordinay day for little Pancham. And like any other day, he hoped a good cat would stumble upon him and he could make friends.[/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent][url=http://xanje.com/index.php?action=profile;u=1695]beautiful template by telescopic on xanje