Cat Show Calamity {private w/darth}

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    Ginger watched Shasta's pose and mimicked it slightly, though attempted to make herself small and disappear into the ground, she watched the twoleg wondering what it was doing.


    "Good idea," Ginger said, looking at the building for any easy ways in. "There's a cave entrance that's open over there," she said, indicating to a door that's been propped open.


    Ginger timidly followed closely behind Shasta, looking around the building with wide eyes. She spotted on a cat that was allowing a twoleg to carry it and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "What is this?" she said in slight awe.

    Ginger kept close to Shasta, almost so that her fur was brushing his to reassure herself. "They look way more pampered than regular kitty pets," she murmured, "These cats are worse than kitty pets."

    Shasta shuddered, "This... is... really weird," he meowed.


    Suddenly, one of those very pampered cats glared down at them from a twoleg's arms, "Ah! Street cats, what are you doing here?" she meowed in a very typical posh and disgusted tone.


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    Ginger nodded in agreement, but jumped when the cat spoke. She looked up at the overly-pampered cat and glared. Who did she think she was.

    OOC: I g2g, want to continue this tomoorrow?

    | sure talk to ya tomorrow.


    Shasta looked up at the cat, waving his tail, "Pampered cats..." he muttered, but loud enough for the other she-cat to hear.


    The show cat growled a very pathetic growl, "Get out of here, you filthy street cats. You don't belong here."


    Kk, night.


    Ginger hissed at the show cat, her taunting clearly getting under her skin. "You don't deserve to even call yourself a cat," she spat, only remembering afterwords to keep her voice down.

    The twoleg turned around at the sound of hissing, glaring down at the two cats, "Go, shoo!" it said.


    Shasta growled, "Come on Ginger, let's go somewhere else."


    Ginger followed Shasta trustingly. Despite only knowing him for a very short time she felt like she could rely on him. "What's in there?" she asked curiously.
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    Shasta shrugged, "It's weird. It has a table with twolegs at it and stages and lots of lights and other twolegs," he meowed, feeling nervous in the presence of so many twolegs.