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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]As the feline was prancing through the lilacs, it suddenly came to her that her life was, in fact, meaningless without food.
    She was hungry.
    So Mustard would hurry over to the freshkill pile to daintily consume a mouse. It wasn't as filling or scrumptious as the all-artificial masterpieces of the nearby Twolegs, but it would do. After all, when you're starving, any food is good food. However, she would keep on a displeased face as she gobbled up her uncooked meat.
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    [align=center][size=6pt]★ trek

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 500px; text-align: justify;][sub]arthur on the other hand knew a thing or two about cooking, in fact, he'd already roasted up a bass he'd caught last night with brook and was carrying it back to his hut. the scent of it wafted around into the air, causing him to purr happily as he stopped and waved over at the cute little feline known as mustard. [color=#FBDE87]"Allo Mustard!" he grinned, tail wagging like a dogs.





    [color=transparent] #arthywashere #iggylove[/transparent]

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:6px; width:305px; margin-bottom:-18px][align=left][font=georgia][glow=#f9ffa0,2,300][size=18][color=white]♛ mustard[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:305px; overflow:auto][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float:left; background:url(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=O…&pid=15.1&P=0&w=243&h=183); width:70px; height:90px; margin-right:8px][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][color=#f9ffa0][font=georgia]"Oh, yello Arthy." Mustard mewed, gracelessly beaming at the serval's prescence.
    Then there was the fish.
    The beautiful, scrumptious fish.
    Mustard, obviously lovestruck judging by the look on her face, gazing affectionately at the delicacy. Ah, what juiciness, what skill. This gentleman obviously was a fantastic chef. "U-um, is that your f-fish?" stuttered Mustard, who had never seen something so beautiful since it rained Thanksgiving dishes.
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    [align=center][size=6pt]★ trek

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 500px; text-align: justify;][sub]"Yes love, would you like some?" he walked over and dropped it the fish in front of her, smiling happily and purring. [color=#FBDE87]"How have you been?"





    [color=transparent] #arthywashere #iggylove[/transparent]