Doomstar wrapped his tail around an arrow and pelted it at Princess, smirking as he purposely made it hit a half-inch away from the she-cat's face.
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Doomstar glared at Princess, smirking. As his claws unsheathed, he put sharp metal claws over them and lunged at her swiping his sharpened claws across her exposed belly.
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(Sure! ;))
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Dustyguitar scurried through the train station, growing more and more bored by minute. Out of the corner of his eye, the brown tabby spotted something oddly familiar. A guitar. The tom smirked - maybe he could start a band.
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"Dustyguitar, and I live here." he said, shrugging. Ironically, he was standing next to the guitar which he had found.
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"That," he flicked his tail toward the instrument, "is a guitar. I think it must be what I'm named after. From what I understand, they make music."