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on plastic beach[hr]
plastickit // male // sunclan // blazepowder xx asterfall // 4 months // homoromantic pansexual // defenseless // attack in #0ad6a8 // pm for capture, no kill or maim // tiny red spotted tabby w/ liquid, leafy green eyes // powers: none
Plasty had been trotting along the territory, mostly around the beack and staring into the ocean lazily. But that was when he heard squeaking. Confused, Plastic turned and slowly crept along the shore, and followed the noise of squeaking until he saw a bloody clump of fur. He looked over it, and saw that it was a dead otter; and beside it, a tiny little squeaking otter cub. Plastickit flushed when he saw the crying otter, and a sense of protection washed over him. The little tabby leaned over, scooping the little otter in his paws and feeling the little thing snuggle close to him. "'Ello," He said, looking at his now familiar. "....Rhinestone."
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