beautiful freaks [ private; sphynx ]

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    Mikey yawned softly as he rested next to a tree. The cold winter breeze didn't bother him at all to be honest. To him it felt nice. The young sentry flicked his ears and had his eyes closed. At least the sun was shining and offering warmth to those that want it.


    // low muse and he's 14 moons old

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]The young domestic feline couldn't help but feel a bit happy. One actually warm day in the midst off all of the cold and chilly days of winter. She lay sprawled onto a rock, which she had recently become quite fond of, rocks. On rocks, her flower prints couldn't get out of control, thankfully enough!


    Purring softly, the Hostess flicked her russet tail, looking round through half lidded emerald oculars.


    [align=center]tags --- [abbr=when attacking but name in bold orange + Super Senses + Silver blood + Ability to Absorb Spirits 2/9 + Flower Prints + Sees her dead mother + character bond with her sister, Skyfall + no capturing unless stated otherwise + easy + no kill + ] battletags --- [/abbr]other

    [justify][font=trebuchet ms][size=10px]The male opened an eye and let it gaze around lazily. He watched as clan-mates walk past and felt his stomach rumble. He had both eyes opened now and trotted over to the fresh kill pile. He picked up a rabbit and looked around once more and spotted Sphynxkit laying on the rock. Wanting to share some fresh kill with someone, he carried the piece of prey over to the young femme. He dropped it at her paws and sat down in front of her. That goofy grin of his crept onto his face and he asked, "Wanna share this rabbit?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]The russet pelted feline blinked one half lidded ocular open lazily as she stated in a brusque voice, " OK, but what's with that smile? It looks like your face is about to crack. " With a resigned sigh, she made herself roll into a laying position, watching the cheetah carefully. Why again was he being nice to her? Did he want something. Everyone wanted something. It was quite inevitable really.


    [align=center]tags --- battletags --- other