Posts by FRISKHOUR.

Thnx so much! Great job on your forms, all of you.

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Friskhour

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After the prolonged birthing process, Friskkit felt rather outlandish and confined. Having never felt this way before, she didn't know how to make sense of it or conduct her self. Though her entrance into the world was neither graceful or painless, she was contented knowing that the experience was over. Having already gained entrée into her life, she now had to conjecture what she was to do next. Inquisitively lifting her russet muzzle, she inhaled the crisp scents of vegetation. What an arduous world this was! There were so many things to analyze, and yet so much to acclimatize to. It would be a tedious eventide for her.[/fancypost]

Friskkit, thoroughly repelled by the situation, impassively fixated her questioning azure blue visionaries on both of the disputing individuals. The friction between both Raleigh and Paperkit was bewildering, as Friskkit grew wholly concerned. Being exceedingly amicable, she couldn't understand why Raleigh wouldn't simply communicate congenially with others, especially Paperkit. Finding the scene quite unappealing, she inscrutably parted her jaws in a soundless yawn.

Bored. That was exactly how she felt, as Friskkit lay there, deadpan on the verdant green grass. It was within that tedious moment, when she realized that her life was assuredly sheltered, and yes, boring. Squinting testily at the sun that cremated her dappled tabby pelt, the femme simply couldn't hinder a subtle, yet incensed snort. Though she had just recently entered her third moon, the youthful she-kit was determined to add some significance to her predictable life. Hot with vexation, she was suddenly perturbed and in a stew by her shocking indignation. Though she knew that she possessed a tireless and unpredictable spirit, never before had she been overcome with such hostility. Penitent and morose, she cast her cobalt blue visionaries down at her ecru paws.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]Friskkit peered up at the woebegone femme and her dismal violet eyes. "Oh, hi. I'm Friskkit." She responded evenly, an amicable grin lacing her maw. Her keen indigo blues analyzed Amitypaw with sympathy lingering within their depths. Trying to envelop the consternation playing upon her face, she wreathed her tail around her variegated paws as she spoke. "Yourself?"

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]Friskkit beamed at Flowerkit, dipping her fuchsia nose into the flower's aromatic petals. "Hi, name's Friskkit." The ebullient femme piped, eager to acquaint her self with the new individuals. Riveting her eyes onto her sibling, she wondered if Paperkit had the ability to leaf through her thoughts. "Guess it's just one of those days." She presumed, speedily drawing her tongue over her lustrous pelt.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; ; font-size: 9px; width: 275px;][justify]Friskkit could scarcely believe her ears. Was that the sound of Raleigh attempting to be deferential? That, was good enough for her. "All is beatific and bright for me." She responded hospitably. Friskkit, needless to say, was in some measure a natural at simulated talk. She smiled composedly as Welcomepaw drew near to the group. Seeing that the small gathering of felines was catching on, she gradually set her apathy aside.

/dead muse