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The air smelled of pine, causing her small, pink nose to twitch uncontrollably. The female sneezed, squinting her eyes against the sun. Er, this territory was less than satisfactory. Well, according to her allergies. She sneezed once more, before removing her backpack from her back and taking a seat on the marshy ground.
"Anyone out there?" she asked, widening her eyes.
The tabby bite her bottom lip, shuffling her too-big paws mindlessly. Page exhaled slowly, gazing at one of the trees before her with a blank stare. She tended to do that, stare at absolutely nothing and disappear from reality. Blinking her green visionaries, she turned to look at the backpack laying beside her. It didn't contain much, except the necessities... and a few stuffed animals. But don't tell anybody.
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"Well, my name is Flippingpages, but y'all can call me Page," she began, a smile spreading across her face. She blinked her eyes, flicking an ear, before focusing her attention back on the ShadowClanners. "I'm here because, well, I have nowhere else to be," she meowed.
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"Well, yes," the feline replied slowly, biting her bottom lip anxiously once again. She did want to stay here for a period of time, but, joining? Maybe not. Either way, she would allow them to have their little celebration. The reason for that unknown to her, however. Why was he so happy because she joined?
"Nice to meet you, Rookfeather. You've been very nice."
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"Jurassicpaw? Like the movie?" the feline questioned, taking a seat near nobody in particular. Of course that was her first thought coming upon this guy. Her past life. Anyways, seeing as this was a meet and greet, Page decided to introduce herself.
"Oh, yeah. I'm Flippingpages, but y'all can call me Page."
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/squeals because grease is best
The feline strode up with a smile on her face. "Welcome, Danny... Danny Zuko? You mean, from the movie?" the previous house cat asked, eyes widening. Yeah, she had managed to decode her owner's pastimes, and Grease was one of the better ones she had watched. "Um, well, hi. I'm Page. Well, Flippingpages, but I prefer Page."
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"Welp, hello. I'm Flippingpages, but y'all can call me Page," the feline greeted, taking a seat near nobody in particular, wrapping her tail around her too-big paws.
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"We've met before, I know. You're the guy named after the Grease character," the feline meowed, taking a seat. He automatically was a billion times handsomer because of his name, but, Page wouldn't allow that to cloud her judgement. Well, maybe just a little, but she'd try to look past it. Maybe.
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"Yeah, welcome! I'm Flippingpages, but call me Page. PLEASE," the feline purred, taking a seat. She focused her gaze on the joiner, named after a planet, which just made her like him more. Jupiter, her second favorite planet. Second to Saturn. Ah, Saturn. Such a beauty. Wait, she was getting sidetracked. Come back to reality, Page!
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"Osaka whata?" Page asked, raising a metaphorical eyebrow in the direction of the male who had greeted her. "Is that Japanese or something?" she continued, probably digging herself even deeper in a hole. Before he could reply, she would turn to face Tic. "Tic. Tic Tac? Aw, damn, I love tic tacs! Wait, um, sorry. Hi," she mewed awkwardly, blushing a deep red and laughing at herself.
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Turning away from the girl named after the delicious candy, she smirked. "Oh, well, coolio. Osaka sounds pretty sweet. Does it mean something particular?" she asked, tilting her head.
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"The fuck did you call me?" Page spat, moving her attention to the male. Did he just call her lovely? Was that supposed to be a compliment? Either way, she wasn't happy with it. "Call me Page, not lovely girl, you creep."
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"Nah, haven't seen it, just the commercials. 'sides, it is, like, super famous or some shit."
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"Well, I do. I'm not lovely, I'm me," she replied, still frowning.
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"Whatever," Flippingpages replied, her face loosening into a smile. "Um, I forgot your name. John... Watson? Watson... is that from Sherlock Holmes? I dunno, I watch a lot of TV. Or, well, watched," the feline babbled, eyes focused on the male who she had, previously, disliked.
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"Hi, little dude," the female replied, shifting her attention to the child who had greeted her. Americankit. Hm. Welp, she was just about as American as they could get, so, maybe they'd get along. Maybe.
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"Nice to meet you too, little dude."
