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Post by leafy on Jun 22, 2008 22:05:54 GMT -5
Lostdesire was now walking along a dark path that led into a forest of pine trees. She had agreed to go on a walk with Northwind, he seemed to pull her into saying 'yes'. Lostdesire hadn't waited for the tom, just gotten up and left knowing he'd come. She wondered how she managed to stick out to him. Lostdesire sighed and hoped he wouldn't bring up the topic about her past or what had made her the way she way. The she-cat looked at the dark pine trees and almost enjoyed being swallowed up by the darkness. Though the darkness was serene, it seemed to protect her. Flicking her tail impatiently, Lostdesire stopped to wait for Northwind, her gaze dancing around. |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 26, 2008 18:11:20 GMT -5
Satisfied he'd cornered the poor, timid she-cat into being social, the handsome warrior let out a rasping purr, and dipped his head, giving her an elegant leg bow as a symbol for her to lead the way, though a playful smirk glanced over his dazzling face, big liquid green eyes glittering humorously when he bounded along behind her. For a moment, her tail brushed his face, and he sneezed, laughing like a silly madcat out of sheer happiness, a feeling he thought she ought to feel more often. After a moent of walking in silence, Northwind paused, crouching as if he were hunting something. His eyes were elsewhere, on an invisible mouse, it seemed. But in a moment, he was toppling over Lostdesire, powerful forepaws grasping her shoulders as she was thrust to the mossy ground. He chuckled. "Gotcha!" He called, bounding away gleefully.
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Post by leafy on Jul 1, 2008 11:51:13 GMT -5
Wow, a tom with class. This must be my lucky day. Lostdesire thought sarcastiacally to herself as Northwind signaled for her to lead the way. She had to blink a few times to keep her amber eyes from rolling around like they usually do. A long stretch of silence seemed to fill the period of time of which she spent with Northwind until a sharp noise broke the air. It was...Northwind laughing? Lostdesire flicked her tail away from him and curled it closer to herself. Is he ok? After a while of contemplating her silent question, the she-cat was suddenly interrupted in her thinking. In a split second Northwind had pounced on her and she crashed into the forest floor. Before Lostdesire could say or do anything the tom had sped off into the pine trees. Thrusting herself up off the sheet of pine needles, Lostdesire shook her pelt to free it of most of the pine needles. Who does the furball think he is? Lostdesire pelted after Northwind in attempts to show him who's who. She spotted him a few fox-tail-lengths in front of her. Lostdesire sprang through the air and landed squarely on his shoulders. "Gotcha." She mewed in monotone.
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