Posts by The Wolf's Bunny

Your boy is a world renowned Hunter, able to catch all beasts in the world, except the elusive Gray Beauty, a gray tiger living in the Indian Jungle. He has been called out to try, once again, to catch this animal. My girl is Rual village girl with a secret to hide. He is staying in the village of this rare native beauty, and seeks her out from time to time, as she is most desirable. But would never expect this Indian Gem to be the Gray Beauty. One day, with little time left in his trip, he was in the little town and saw the girl sneaking out. He decided to follow her. What he found stopped him in his tracks.

Her dress:
[img width=383 height=510]http://i60.tinypic.com/mk9g8k.jpg[/img]
What she looks like:
[img width=341 height=510]http://i58.tinypic.com/2e3cuvq.jpg[/img]
Her other Form:
[img width=510 height=382]http://i60.tinypic.com/2q8wyuu.jpg[/img]

Both. I have always done my thready this way.))

Please change Bone's name. There are already cats in the plot by that name, an y'all know that the leader is open, right? Accepted. Next time I'm on a computer, I'll add you to the ranks.))

Thanks. I'll make a character or two over there. But why can't we tell anyone?))

Adding when I get on. You start, so that I can base it off that?))

"All good, but, what to do about those pathetic wolves they call leaders? They need to go, as in dead. They are a bane to the existence of us." She growled and began yo pace.

"A fan of what?" Asked the newly returned Stream, with green stained front toes.

An older, whiter and black whiskered man hurried over and took his had, talking so rapidly that his words, already horribly hard to understand, was not in anyway understandable. A small, slim hand reached out and touched the shoulder of the old man. Her eyes glittered as she stared at the hunter, a hidden emotions in their depth. "Hush, my father." She murmured. Then she addressed the Outsider. "My father is glad you ate here to help catch the infernal beast." She smiled the small gesture lighting up her face.

Go to Dolldivine.com, then click of the tab called Animals. A box will come up with a cat icon that says Create a cat.

Do you have anyone to invite?))

When they were quite finished they began to head back down the mountain.

Sorry. Been busy.))

A woman, with long black hair, almond shaped eyes, and a round face, hurried in and to the side of her daughter's bed, shooting daggers at the boy across from her. She blamed him for the loss of her daughter's leg, for the loss of her puppy, for the entire accident.

Yanking on her shirt, she turned to him. "Help me please. I have more grass in my hair then I could possibly free."

The man tried to speak in the incomprehensible tone, but once again, his daughter stopped him. She smiled at the man. "As the daughter of the Village Leader, it is only customary that I show you to your quarters. When you are quite finished, you may begin your hunt, yo catch the Gray Beauty." She bowed in turn to the hunter.

I was mock complaining. You know, how like most teenagers do? :)))

Yeah, I've been trying to do that, I just haven't been on my CPU in a while to be able to.))

She kissed her father on the cheek and headed off to go show the man, who, unbeknownst to him, and everyone else,,was walking behind the reason he was here.

She would 'help' occasionally by shaking her hair to get rid of all the grass, and to hinder him.

Tinypaw entered camp and stretched, once, of course, she was out of the way of the rest of the cats all flooding in. Her tail swished back and forth as she waited for her mentor. Her icy blue eyes took in all the sights of her camp. She was exhilarated, the Sun Praise did that to her, even though she wasn't as pale pelted as her clanmates. The only other dark furred clanmate was Silkfeather, a former kittypet.

Jayeye trotted into camp, muddy up to where her leg bends, her paws clumped with the nasty stuff. But she wasn't about to complain. No, she wasn't that kind of cat. The clean scent of rain was in the air, the smell of freshness.

Kitkat stared out at the vast expanse of world that she could see from her perch. She had seen the cats that tread there, their scared, ruffled fur, their eager, bounding steps, every day, for as long as she could remember, not always the same cats. That was something that this Kittypet wanted to be a part of. She saw a cat, just the other day. They were no older that maybe six moons, bouncing around the feet of an older cat, chattering like a staring. Oh, how badly she wanted to be a part of that.