[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Crap. He knew Elizabeta was fond of her pan, and the look in her eyes made him feel uncomfortable. He began to walk backwards, watching her carefully in case she chose to hurt him, or herself.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Phew, Luci was here now. He stood beside the Italian, sending him a glance as if to say, 'Why'd ya do it?'. Stupid animals. If someone were to blow up Luciano's knives, he would go on a killing spree. So why'd they do basically the same thing to Elizabeta.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Oh wow. Jethro sat in the shadows, watching as the feline got drunk. He scowled. Alcohol disgusted him. It muted out your senses and made you more vulnerable.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro's body continued to attempt to shut down, but he wouldn't allow it. He was 2 moons old, to young to die. He had a feeling that they were wondering what did this. He spotted Luciano's blurred body, and he turned his head to face him. It hurt him, but at least he could direct Luci to a clue. He looked from Luci to the dead grizzly bear cub and back again repeatedly.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro frowned. He didn't like this. Feliciano was a bit too innocent to be flirted on by a kitten. He walked out, his yellow eyes staring at her. Oh gosh, what could he even do to stop her? He simply stood beside Feliciano in silence.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro had entered the clearing, unsure what the ruckus was all about. When he saw the animals aiming for each others throats, he stiffened. Oh gosh, he wasn't meant to be here was he. He spotted his mother but she was in the middle of a fight, and then frantically looked for his father, not wanted to be captured or worse, killed.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro's super senses were switched on, his ears angling to hear the sounds of prey. Rustling in a tree. He pulled out his knife, and threw it at the tree. Birds flew out of it, and he quickly pulled out another, and threw it at the biggest bird. It dropped to the ground, dead.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro smiled in her fur. "Ma's good, but I haven't talked to Daddy for a while." He said, disappointment evident in his voice. He really loved his Dad, but he just didn't seem to be there.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro nodded in understanding. His father was a captain, so he must be busy. To help his auntie, he leapt onto her back with ease. He lay flat, his head in between her ears. "I don't mind." He whispered. "But, Auntie Arella?" He began.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro smiled softly at her. "I love you." He said, before lowering his head onto her back. He loved her like a parent, and he trusted her with his life. He truly did love his Auntie.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro sat silently on her back, eyes occasionally shutting for a few moments before he opened them again. His dark pelt made him heat up easily, so he was rather hot on the wolf's back, but he wouldn't complain.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]The cool air at first surprised Jethro, but soon he got used to it. He sat up, looking around. The humans must have ran, probably met an Insignian. He frowned, and leapt off of Arella's back, almost slipping and landing on his face. He carefully walked over to the tent, and pushed into it, disappearing inside it.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro scowled. His mother defiantly liked to show-off. He padded over to his own kill, ripping the knife out of it's chest.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]"What's wrong?" Asked the jeplag cub. He padded over, his yellow eyes staring at Feliciano, trying to see what was wrong. He didn't seem very.. Happy. Jethro sat beside him, wrapping his faintly spotted black tail around his paws neatly. He would listen, unless Feli didn't want to talk.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro smiled softly. Ah, of course. Dodge the question. He usually did that as well. "Well, my hunger to kill isn't exactly helping my 'cute' factor, according to Auntie Arella." He joked. He didn't notice Feli move closer to him, because if he did he would probably stutter and feel rather awkward.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Oh gosh, Jethro was going to pass out again, he was sure of it. He opened his mouth, as if trying to get the physician to put the herbs in so he could eat it before he passed out again.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Jethro frowned at his mother. It was strange for him to see her like this. It was almost as if she was silently flirting with anyone and everyone. He turned to Ren, nodding his head but keeping his face blank. "Jethro." He stated bluntly, before sitting at the edge of the group. Groups weren't particularly the cub's thing.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]His lips twitched, a smirk threatening to appear. But he kept his face blank. "Yeah, then I'll be better than you." He said, teasingly of course.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]Best friends with Jethro? 8D
Warning, it'll take a bit of time for my feline to grow attached.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=black][sub]"Name and business?" The jeplag cub asked, walking out of the shadows. His judgemental yellow eyes raked over the cheetah cubs body, and he frowned. He smelled like humans, and Jethro despised of humans.
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