Lead me to the door // Private for Nettle

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 250px; height: 400px; overflow: auto;][font=georgia][size=8][color=white]It was a typical day for the exquisite clouded leopard: everyone fainting from her pure sexiness lounging in the shadows, keeping a minor distance between the clan and herself, isolating herself to pluck and wash away every tinsel of debris from her vibrant pelt.


    As a young naive feline, she was rather vain. Beauty beset Soigné, yet she found this in all. Her rich caramel optics fluttered open at the sound of movement in the distance. Of course others were out, and it was no surprise, but still the femme obtained a rather shocked expression.


    ooc.
    Rushed and dying muse. It's late :c

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px][justify][size=8]He approached a little like a fat ninja stalker, those three rather odd words being the best and apparently only way to describe the odd sneaking tactics of the currently jumpy wombat. He was out and about alone again, and it always set him on edge to be alone, a wombat's habits making them want to be near their mother when young. Of course, now he didn't have one, and whilst he didn't understand why, the best he could grasp was that now he lived here, with eatycats, eatyfoxes and plenty of other strange animals. It was an odd setup for the only WindClan wombat but he was learning - and surprisingly fast. Even if he wasn't smart, he was adaptable, and confident. Perhaps that was a good thing for him.


    Finally coming within touching distance of Soigné, Nettle reached out to nudge her tail curiously, bleating quietly in greeting.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 250px; height: 400px; overflow: auto;][font=georgia][size=8]The young clouded leopard chirped at the sight of a young one. "[color=lightpink]You're so adorable! What's your name, sweety?" the femme questioned, reverting her attention solely to the tiny fat ninja creature, though she has no clue what he was technically considered. Soigné's plush pink nose wiggled, a childish grin etching onto her angelic features.


    Of course she had only but met this little fellow, but the clouded leopard had some killer mother-instincts. No doubt in her mind that this cutie would soon be considered apart of the family; not to mention this hot babe lovely lady whom she had just run into counter with not but an hour ago.


    Patiently, the heavenly feline would await the small wombat to reply. Her rounded-off ears swiveled lightly, adjusting to capture Nettle's voice-- if he could even speak.


    ooc.
    Sorry, I've been so busy with homework. I really hate high school. :c