Posts by MizuPaw

He shrugged. "I be-believe you open it from th-that top." he said pointing a paw to the top of the bottle. "At least I think that's h-how the t-twolegs did it." he said thinking back to a time they passed a twoleg that was opening a bottle just like what Feza had.

MizuPaw wanted to go.

MizuPaw padded up at the sound of a cat yowling. "I-Is everything al-alright?" he stuttered, taking nervous steps. When he saw the little 'dispute' he took a step back. "A-Am I inter-upting?" he asked Remilia.

He thought a moment and then shook his head. "I don't know." he replied.

MizuPaw padded up behind everyone. "H-Hi I'm MizuPaw... I'm n-new here and so is m-my brother."'he said dipping his head to James.

"On the wrong side of the bed? Wh-What do you m-mean?" he asked Feza, stuttering some. Then he turned to Remilia. "Is she hurt?" he asked her.

"R-Really?" he asked, running into the truck to grab some of the food/drinks that were in there. "I g-got some of th-the things th-that were in there." he said slowly dragging several tubs of ice cream and some more bottles.

When Elan threatened them he kinda ran. "Don't hurt me!" he squealed. He poked his head out from behind the door he hid behind. "I'm scared."

MizuPaw came back from around the corner."I heard that." he said walking away again.

"M-Milk is what y-you call 'Malk'." he told Feza. "Malk is called milk."

He nodded.

Freakin muse less.

MizuPaw nodded, a tad scared if Feza now.

"I-I don't think it-it's ok!" he squeaked. "Wh-Where's StonePaw?" he asked himself. He looked at Remilia then to Elan. "I don't l-like th-the looks of th-this room, or that cat." he told Remilia, sitting down in front of the door.

MizuPaw shook his head in disagreement. "I'm pretty sure it's called milk."

MizuPaw stopped arguing, seeing that Feza was not going to change her mind. "You can call it whatever y-you want, I g-guess." he said shrugging his shoulders. "I want to try some ice-cream." he said to Feza, "But only if you try it with me." he added.

"Ok." he said. He licked up a little bit of it and just let it sit in his mouth. "It tastes good." he said swallowing the ice cream.

"Please don't f-fight! I'm s-sorry I am th-the cause of a f-fight." he said hanging his head in shame.

He wimpered, "I-I'm not a k-kit." He backed up a step and then sat back down. "W-Why am I al-always th-the cause of a fight?" he asked himself.

MizuPaw was scared, as per usual. But this time he had a genuine reason why. He doesn't like fighting, even if it means to save your life. "Please don't fight!" he said jumping inbetween them, "I hate being the cause of f-fighting!" He looked from Elan back to Feza. A growl caught in his throat. He doesn't like to fight, be the cause of a fight, or provoke a fight.

"No!" he yowled, "Don't fight!" He did not expect this either. He tried to dive between them so he could pry them apart.