Altaïr opened his eyes to stare at Takeo. He shook his head. "I'm not asleep." He stretched his back.
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Altaïr flicked an ear. "My name is Altaïr Ibn-la'ahad." He decided to stay.
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Altaïr slid from the tree stump, landing near Echo.
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The white tom stumbled as he tried to stand up. His amber eyes gleamed as he stuided the other cats.
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Altaïr got up and headed over to the other cats. He sat a little ways from them but gave a polite nod.
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Altaïr shot a glance at Echo but said nothing to her.
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Altaïr stared at Carnivallights, eyes narrowing but nodded politely at her.
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Altaïr felt oddly uneasy as well so he pushed into a fern bush, watching the others.
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He saw golden fur flash at the corner of his eye and he stared at Skythia through narrowed eyes.
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Altaïr had been prowling along the stony pathway. His amber eyes scanning the shore and he spotted Xena further on the pathway. He walked towards the she-cat and studied her.
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The white tom stared at Lucid before nodding at him. He curled his claws along the ground.
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Altaïr hesitated before stepping forward to face her.
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Altaïr answered. "Its a habit of mine." He explained, glancing around the area.
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The large white tom had been walking in the forest, eyes scanning the ground for prey as he went on. His ears pricked up as he heard a loud, painful screech. Then he bolted through the forest, headfirst crashing into the Fox and attempted to lure the russet-furred predator away from the she-cat.
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Altaïr grunted. "It's okay....." He muttered and stared at his reflection in the water, his long tail waving slowly. His ears went up as Oliver began singing but paid no attention to the pink and white tom.
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Altaïr's gaze swerved towards Olive and he raised a paw, licking it ungracefully and watched the tabby feline.
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The white tom sat up, although his shoulder felt raw. He winced as he drew his tongue over the newly opened wound and felt blood on it so he spat on the stony floor, leaving a drip of blood.
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"Uh... My name is Altaïr Ibn-la'ahad." Altaïr answered Xena. Is she hitting on me? The thought went through his head and he fought the urge to scoot away from Xena.
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Altaïr scooted away grunting. "I'm fine. Help the others." He muttered to Sahara.
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Altaïr rolled his eyes but allowed her to look at his shoulder.