Chili laughed with joy.
Will any one love me?
- raven paw
- Closed
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Oakthorn's whiskers twitched, "How about we go hunting."
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Chili felt the waves of kindness
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He purred, "How about we hunt near the pine tree grove?" As he walked past Silverpelt, his tail brushed over her cheek softly.
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He pads ahead silently, he walks through the forest carefully.
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Chili rode on the stars.
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Oakthorn saw a mouse trapped in some bushes, a hawk tried tugging it out. He crouched and stalked after the hawk, then leaped and bit down on it's neck, warm blood touched the tip of his tongue. The hawk flapped it's wings and screeched, then it raked it's beak down the left side of his face, ending at the lower left side of his jaw, it left a long scar. He snarled and bit down harder, then the hawk plummeted and landed on it's side, dead. Oakthorn got up and winced at the scar but was relieved to have his paws on the ground.
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Chili made a small wish...
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He dragged the hawk back, following Silverpelt's scent, his new scar burned on the left side of his face. He padded over to her and dropped the hawk and smiled, slightly painfully, "Hey..."
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Chili got up and waited.
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He drags the hawk and says, "Ok." He gazes at her, steps forward and licks her cheek.
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Wish granted
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He purrs, "OK, let's go then." He picks up the hawk and pads towards the fresh kill pile.
(Ugh g2g I'll be on tomorrow.
:'()