MY BODY TELLS ME SO — private

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Anthea was up early. So early that the sun hadn't even broke over the hill tops. The only way the wolf pup could make it over to Cade's den was from scent and the early milky purple light that invaded ScarClan camp.


    Picking the male out by scent, she aimed to jab him in the ribs. Affectionately of course. "Get up. Let's train."

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    Cade growled softly as he was jabbed in the ribs. Who was up before the asscrack of dawn and poking at him?! He got his answer as Anthea spoke. [b]"Five more minutes, kiddo."
    the auburn wildcat hybrid groaned, covering his face with his front paws.

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Anthea raised a non-existent eyebrow. Apparently this was going to have to happen the hard way. If there was one thing the wolf pup wasn't doing, it was waiting on her new mentor's lazy ass to wake up.


    Sighing, Anthea used her puppy pudge in full force, aiming to jump on Cade's stomach. "Nope. No time. Gotta train."

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    Exhaling sharply as Anthea jumped on his stomach, Cade coughed a couple times before aiming to lightly push her pudgy body off of him. [b]"Fine. Fine, we can train now. But you have to get off of me first."
    the tigon groaned as he looked at her through bleary eyes.

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Anthea smiled, satisfied with his answer. "What are we learning first?"

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    [b]"Probably something along the lines of waiting until the sun is up before waking me."
    Cade grumbled as he staggered to his paws and dropped down into a stretch, his maw opening to reveal pearly canine teeth as he yawned. Returning to a neutral stance, the auburn tigon glanced down at Anthea and shook his head. "What do you want to learn first, Annie?" he asked.

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Annie? Hm. "Whatever you think is best, Cas." Anthea smiled. "Can we learn some sort of fighting so I can take down that Kveta kid?"

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    Yep, Annie. That was her very special nickname now. [b]"Why do you wanna take down Kveta? I think she's pretty hot."
    Cade asked as he began to exit his den, blinking at the sudden change in lighting. "Now that Louis kid, he might be a better sparring opponent." the tigon added, glancing back to make sure the pup was keeping up.