poor atlas [ private, grant ]

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    once again pippa was messing with those birds; the sparrows who silently awaited whenever she attempted - and failed - to catch them. instead of trying to catch them off-guard, she was trying a more direct approach - climb a tree. now of course, pippa had no idea what she was doing, and she would learn that the hard way. with tiny claws clinging to the trunk, she scooted herself up, only to slide down and hit her butt. loud chirps of laughter rang from the higher branches, but that did not faze her. and so she kept at it, not even stopping to think of an alternative.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WON'T YOU FLY HIGH, FREEBIRD?[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Grant had heard a commotion in the area, so he went to silently scope it out. He looked onto the scene to see a kit trying to catch some birds. "[b]Uh....what are you trying to do?    " The tom asked, still standing his ground.












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    #grantau

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    “huh?" she whipped her head back towards the sound of the voice. seeing the tom standing aways before her, she slid down onto the soil and tried to act casual. “oh, i'm just messing with these birds, stranger." pippa lifted a paw towards where they perched. “it's not like i'm gonna eat them or anything; there's nothing else to do, but it's kinda fun."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.6px;]WON'T YOU FLY HIGH, FREEBIRD?[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;][hr]Grant flicked an ear, and sat down. She was just a clanmate. "[b]Well, I wouldn't consider possibly falling and cracking your head open very fun.    " Kits, they were so naive.












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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]his words made her eyes narrow with annoyance. “it wouldn't help either if you just sit there and do nothing," she retorted. “besides, i can't even reach up there. i'd be lucky if one of them fell over." letting out a huff, she then padded closer to grant until she was in front of him. “anyways, who are you? i don't remember seeing you around . . . and you smell weird."