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| [fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor= ; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 150px; height: 200px; opacity: 0.70; font-family: cambria; color: white;][justify] Simonkit twirled in a circle, his long, thin legs stepping out like he was trying to Charleston. His long, slender tail flowed behind him like a ribbon, his ears twitching in the process. He stopped, padding his paws a few times, before looking forward out of the mouth of the cave. He sat down on his haunches, extending out his paw above to prod at the ivy tendrils. He released his kneaded grip on the vine and settled down, watching the movement of the cats, and other animals, working and socializing. He looked back, expecting his mother to be back soon. She would be taking care of his other litter mates, who were quite weak and sick. He, though, was stronger and healthier. how come they are not like me? Right now, all he wanted was a play mate. To keep his mind off his weaklings of siblings. Some other critter to keep him company until he was ready to set out for work when he is promoted to an apprentice. Most of the kits were too weak or young to really play. Most of them would just sleep, eat and sleep more. It's impossible to play with these kits! They can barely open their eyes! The Savannah cat just waited. Maybe one of the queens will come by? [/fancypost] |
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