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 × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × The air was still and smooth, only the occasional rustle of leaves from the casual breeze. A few cars buzzed along the roads of Trenton, accompanied by shouting twolegs and kits. Silently, a jet black tom slithered out of a twoleg garden, ducking under the fence. His paws scrabbled the earth as he clawed his way out, careful not to leave any fur behind. Alas, he stood straight on the other side, licking his fur. He smoothed the rough spots down, and stood up. He pricked his ears, alert for any sounds. The world was silent except for the occasional rustling in the nearby forest. Content after having spent the day with his she-cat of the week, Maple, the loner wanted nothing more than to stretch out. His midnight black pelt glistened in the sunlight, turning almost a dark blue. His fur was neat and glossy, his muscles rippling under his pelt. Flick stalked the area, determined to find the sunniest spot. Spotting a patch of sun across the way, he leaped onto a white picket fence, almost losing his footing. Stalking along it, he kept an eye out for any she-cats. He liked Maple, but she was getting old. She had quite the attitude, and it was starting to annoy the cheeky loner. He knew he was going to have to end it soon, or things would get nasty. Pausing, the tom leaped down from the fence, landing smoothly. He flicked his tail and he approached the sunning spot. Giving a last look around, he lay down, sprawling out. His soft underbelly exposed, he unsheathed his claws, kneading the air. Purring with delight, the tom barely took notice of his surroundings, confident he was alone. × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 12, 2011 23:07:21 GMT -5
jagged **
i can't help but be a little sharp,
just a little rough 'round the edges, but not tart
[/center][/font] Being a cat with a peculiar marking, the pallid she-cat was one that most cats, or people for that matter, with any sort of brains recognized. The obsidian splotch splayed just above what would be her browline was a unique flag that raised up above her head and cried, 'look at me, I'm different.' Not that Jagged really cared either way, but it occasionally made her a bit smug to cause certain cats distress and certain people quiet affection. She wasn't one for charity, but in the cold, wet nights when Jagged had an empty stomach, her instincts just couldn't refuse a bit of dry food to keep her vitality sustained. With the recent wet weather, the iridescently ivory girl felt as if she had taken enough for the time being, and promised herself that she'd find her own food for the coming nights of warmth and moisture thickening the air. Summer was coming to consume her entirely, but it wasn't the first one she'd lived through.
Placing one paw in front of the other, Jag allowed the bright sunshine to bathe her pelt, giving off a bit of random colors like a pearl, and paused briefly to bask in the rays. Its warmth reminded her of being younger, and struggling to get close enough to her mother's black-patched body to suckle the sweet milk. Without knowing it or even finding herself aware of it for several long seconds, Jagged had begun to purr, and let herself lean up against the heated brick wall to her left. "Ah." She mewed, soothed by the sublte changes in the atmosphere, weather, and season as spring turned to summer. Relaxed, her eye lids raised up halfway, giving her the appearance of a sleepy, comforted cat while she was anything but.
Continuing onward, the hard paved surface below her became a sidewalk and the brick wall a building. Taking her own mental advice, the she-cat hopped down onto the road before streaking down the small area between road and concrete. Not many cars passed, but there were enough to put Jag off. The noise they made and the sudden recklessness as they speeded along unnerved her, so it wasn't long before she'd left the busier part of Trenton. Shrugging of her little bit of uneasness and worry instead of nurturing it into a snappy attitude, the she-cat approached a part of town she'd often visited, marked by a long, white picket fence. Eyes narrowing as she spotted another cat, they relaxed a bit as she watched it fall to the ground in an area blasted with an abundance the sun's rays.
Silently stalking closer, Jagged allowed her kiwifruit eyes to scan the dark tom, which she had identified the gender of by scent, as wary feelings slipped through her mind quickly and without relent. She wasn't worried in such a housecat populated bit of town, but there was something about the way the tom oriented his body and flailed this way and that that bothered her. What kind of a male would do that, anyway? Sure, the warmth felt nice, but there was no need to act like a kit rolling around in snow for the first time. Instead of ignoring him and moving on like she would have normally, Jag found herself intrigued, and lessened the space between the two of them. Looking down at him, she noticed his golden saffron eyes, a handsome element in his otherwise typical appearance, and felt a smirk rise upon her maw. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Jagged inputed with a chiding tone, skepticism etched upon her face. [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by lace ! on Jun 16, 2011 17:56:35 GMT -5
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What? The tom cat sat up abruptly, flicking his ears. He could of sworn he heard pawsteps. Shrugging to himself, he flicked his tail and sprawled back out. The sun washed over him, turning his pelt a flaming orange. Whiskers twitching, Flick closed his eyes to enjoy the sun. His ears were flattened against ground, so the tom was oblivious to the she-cat stalking around him.
Jumping, the tom flew into the air when the she-cat spoke. Her voice was rough to his ears, and when his heart finally started to stop pounding, he let her words sink in. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." She said. Frowning, Flick stood up. Straightening out his tail, he licked his lips. "Oh really? And why not, princess?"
Clawing the ground, his tail kicked up dust behind him, wavering angrily in the dirt. He was always the boss, especially for she-cats. What was so special about this one? Her appearance seemed a bit scruffy and rough, making his whiskers twitch in amusement. Obviously, she didn't care about looks. And from the sound of her voice, she didn't care what other people thought, either. Nice personality.
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 22, 2011 16:03:55 GMT -5
jagged **
i can't help but be a little sharp,
just a little rough 'round the edges, but not tart
[/center][/font] The lithe, short-haired she-cat merely rolled her eyes at the male. Ugh. Princess. What a disgusting excuse for a pet name. "It's nice that you've asked my opinion, lady." Jagged cruelly spit back, mocking him, as a smirk tracing her colorless maw. Her eyes were half-narrowed, shining bright with malice, but she couldn't find the correct notion to just leap at the tom. Fighting didn't go over well with her to start with, so she merely sat down right where she was and put on a patronizing air and tone. "You're asking for trouble by sticking your squishy underbelly up for the entire world to see." Before continuing, the femme unsheathed her front claws and brought a pawful of them up from the ground to silently inspect them. "One wrong move with a claw or two and you're lying with your guts exposed, bleeding out. But, I wouldn't expect some pathetic housecat to know that." Jag added the last part without thinking. What if he wasn't a housecat and just a wanderer like her? Casting the thought aside, she merely sniffed the air quite audibly and look away from the tom.
The paved ground was quite comfortable in the sun, and it was obvious that she was enjoying herself relaxing in it. Glancing back at the tom, she met his menancing glare with her own. "Oh, don't look at me like that! It's not just your patch of sun, you know." She cried to his threatening pumpkin eyes. Her own dark olive gaze glittered in the sunshine as she looked down at the glowing blacktop. Little intricate pebbles of tar had broken off from the road, and they could easily be compared to the bits of obsidian Jagged had once seen before. Obsidian was made into arrowheads, and she had been told that her own obsidian-hued marking resembled one. Looking back to the pitch-black tom, she almost smiled, then remembered he was acting like he was in charge of the world. That thought was enough to make her exhale to relieve her stress, and it was all she could do not to roll her eyes again.
Raising her bottom up off the ground, her tail flicked and lightly tapped the white picketed fence beside the two. Their surroundings matched them in a way. White fence, black road. White she-cat, black tom. Hmm, intriguing. Jag opened her mouth to let the fact be known to this tom too, but she stopped. A slow-moving skyblue car was heading down the road at an irritatingly slow pace. "Must be an older human driving." She said to herself, eyes still locked onto the heavy moving object. It was coming nearer to their side of the road, and its veering to the left made Jagged uneasy. Quickly, she leaped up onto the fence, and called down below. "That'll crush you, I do hope you know." Inserted the she-cat into the air around them, her words vibrating all the way to the tom's eardrums. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by lace ! on Jun 22, 2011 22:13:58 GMT -5
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Flick hissed at the she-cats reply. Who the hell did she think she was!? Flicking his tail irritably, the black tom ruffled his fur. His muscles rippled beneath his pelt, and he hoped the she-cat could see. Maybe she would go away, if she knew she couldn't win a fight. But I don't know how to fight...
Shivering, the tom watched as she picked up a paw to inspect it. Then, he watched her smirk as he showed his disgust in her taking his sunning space. He flattened his ears at her remark. "I don't own it, but I was laying in it. I had claim to it. But whatever."
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[/color] He said, his tone sharp and sarcastic. He was usually nice to she-cats, but this one had a serious attitude problem. Sighing to himself, he watched as she lurched herself onto the fence. He flicked his ears as he listened to her talk to herself. Gaze flickering to the monster that roared nearby, he watched as it veered toward the she-cat. Jumping, he barely heard her words over the roar of the monster. Quickly, he scrambled up the fence, perching next to the she-cat. After the monster had died away, he looked back at the she-cat, his claws engraved in the hard wood of the fence. Realizing their pelts were touching, he jumped away, embarrassed. He held his composure, though. He was Flick, and Flick was never embarrassed. Pausing, he waved his tail and jumped back down. He had already been too close to the she-cat for comfort, why endure more than he had to? Landing softly, he sat down with a plop, whisking his paw up and over his ears. Casually, he looked to the she-cat, his gaze level. "I'm Flick, by the way."[/color] He said, being sure to add a tone of arrogance.[/center] × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 23, 2011 21:22:20 GMT -5
jagged **
i can't help but be a little sharp,
just a little rough 'round the edges, but not tart[/center][/font] She nearly laughed as his expression changed more quickly than she could blink, and the way he eyed her made her certain she made him feel wary. If there was a fight coming, she was more equipped with the skills to duel it out than he was. But she really didn't like fighting, so that would be a loss if it did go that far. When he joined her up on the fence, he acted as if her short, neat fur was prickly to the touch, and Jag couldn't resist commenting. "Ah, right, sorry, I forgot to remove my built in thorns. Keeps the naughty human kits away, y'know." She jested, winking at him with an amused smile. 'See, I'm not all that bad.' The female added silently, forcing herself to be at least a tad bit polite to the arrogant male. He was a handsome obsidian fellow, but Jagged wouldn't admit that to anyone. Judging by his size, he was a year or more old, like her, but that's all she could tell. Sizes varied from breed, mix, genes, and everything else out there, she knew. Watching him jump back and get his wits back around him as he landed lightly on the ground, she heard him speak up, mentioning his name in such a tone that even his words that seemed to stroke his own ego felt like a taunt. Hmph, how rude. He even had the audacity to sit and groom himself. "Well, Flick, I do see a fleck of the slightest chip in your shoulder. I do hope I didn't put it there." Jag retorted in a pompous tone, feeling ahead of the game with her razor-sharp wit.
She jumped down next to him and steadied herself on her paws, sitting beside him, but nurturing the wide space between them much as he had up on the fence. "I'm Jagged, though I do like anyone with a soul to address me as Jag. You will be calling me former, correct?" She taunted him back, letting him know she wasn't new at this offending one another game. It was what she lived for, and he was a good enough of a sport to go along with it. Smart tom. Hey, maybe she'd even end up liking this tom enough to add to the peanut gallery of friends she tried to collect around Trenton. Oh, right. She was the only peanut up for show. Grimacing at her thoughts, she watched the tom as he continued to groom, and for a moment she felt as if she'd lost his attention. Clearing her throat gently, Jagged looked at him sideways, and then spoke something just a tiny bit near civil. "So, why are you called 'Flick'? I noticed that you have a little pattern of movement with your tail now and again." She observed, half-feigning her curiosity. How cats received their names was always a bit interesting to her.
ooc: uhm. i love her. and i hate my post spacing. so. yeah. C:
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Post by lace ! on Jun 23, 2011 22:28:37 GMT -5
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Flick was just starting to groom himself when the she-cat spit a remark about his sudden movement. Flicking his tail, he glared at her. "The thorns wouldn't be there if you groomed yourself more often."
Flick unsheathed his claws. How dare she suggest he looked anything but handsome and perfect? Scraping the ground with his claws, he glared at the she-cat. "Thanks for the notice."
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[/color] He said sarcastically, his teeth gritted. She hadn't even introduced herself and yet she was already pissing him off. Rolling his eyes, the charcoal tom went back to grooming himself. It was all he could do to stop from attacking her. After giving his chest fur a few licks, he stopped to stare at the she-cat. He listened to her introduce herself. Jagged. Sure fits her. He thought, almost grinning to himself. "I'm Jagged, though I do like anyone with a soul to address me as Jag. You will be calling me former, correct?" She taunted him. Lazily, the tom shut one eye, as if he didn't care. In reality, he did care, a little bit. He always cared about she-cats, no matter how they acted. This she-cat was a different story, though. He had never met one so obnoxious, so sarcastic, so tomboy-ish. He had never met a she-cat so much like... himself. Blinking at his new realization, the tom slowly put his paw down. He flicked his ears, adjusting them. "Yeah sure."[/color] He said absently. He had been paying attention, but he didn't want her to know that. He had just gotten to his paws when Jag spoke again. "So, why are you called 'Flick'? I noticed that you have a little pattern of movement with your tail now and again." She said. Flick rolled his eyes and sat down. If he had a mouse for every time a she-cat asked him that, he would be the plumpest cat ever. Slowly, he began to recite the age-old story. "My sister and I were born in some twoleg place. It had a bunch of machines and things. There were lots of other cats there. Most came and went, but a few stayed. In fact, I believe I once heard what it was called. A vot maybe? Vat?"[/color] He said, stuttering. He was racking his brain to try and remember the word when he shrugged it off. No use looking stupid now. "Anyway, my sister and I would always talk to the cats next to us. My sister heard them talking about something called fire, and they mentioned how it flickered with flames. She thought it sounded cool, like me, and named me Flick."[/color] He said casually. It's not as if it were some amazing story.[/center] × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 27, 2011 12:52:12 GMT -5
Watching his reactions were enough to simply amuse Jagged, but then irritation began to sink in. He was acting as if she was comepletely torturing him with her words. What cheek! "Oh, I'm so sorry, high and mighty one. Did I hurt your feelings?" Her words started as a taunt, but her voice softened and her meaning was genuine at her question. What if she had? Maybe this tom would get sick of her just like everyone else did and leave her behind. That's what always happened to Jag. Looking crestfallen for a moment, the short-haired she-cat listened intently to his words, nodding and watching him closely with her dark olive eyes. "I don't really mean to compliment you as your ego seems so large already, but that's actually quite an interesting story." The female mused, a half-smile replacing her usual smirk.
"You know about arrowheads, right? Red-skinned humans used to make them years ago and you can sometimes find them in the forest. My mother saw one years ago before she even thought of having me, and she named me for the jagged edge they had because my black spot so resembles one." Explained she, wiggling her toes as the sunshine continued to pour over the odd pair. Part of her actually wanted to apologize and start over with this tom, but the other part of her knew he was a cheeky and arrogant male that wouldn't stand for niceties. Oh, whatever the matter, Jagged was at least trying to be civil at the current moment. 'If he'd try to be halfway decent, we might enjoy each other's company.' The she-cat thought, eyes narrowing at him once more. Wind whistled through the rattling bits of human fencing, and a few human kits ran about with silly little flowers that spinned when the wind caught on its petals. "How odd.
[/color]" She murmured, gesturing with her head toward them. One of the kits had long, ginger hair and bright emerald eyes while the other had short dark brown hair and blue eyes. Jagged found it strange that there were muddy speckles on the red-headed one's face, but then again, humans were always strange to Jag. The humans finally noticed they were being looked at by cats and began to head toward them, but stopped at the fence barrier. Their strange dialect sounded like harsh birdsong chopped into separate bits, and Jagged couldn't help but scowl at them. The short-haired one bent down and stood on his back forelegs and reached through the fence, grabbing at Jag's tail. Hissing, she jumped back closer to the road, and looked extremely displeased at Flick.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by lace ! on Jun 28, 2011 17:29:28 GMT -5
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Flick sighed as the she-cat insulted him once again. His shoulder fur bristling, he lashed his tail. "How nice of you to take time from your precious day."
Suddenly, the she-cat launched into a story about her past and how she obtained her name. Still irritated, the black tom sat down patiently and listened. He flicked his ears, waiting patiently until she was finished. After she closed her jaw, Flick nodded slowly. "Interesting uh, story."
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[/color] He said awkwardly. He had never been good at complimenting she-cats on anything other than looks. The she-cat then gestured to some twoleg kits playing wildly. Fur bristling, the tom ran for cover. Stopping in his tracks, he whirled around and watched as one grabbed Jag's tail. Staring blankly for a moment, he watched as she wriggled away. A tiny pulse of relief traveling through his body, he padded up to her, just in time to see her look of displeasure. He wanted to chuckle, but kept it in. "Congratulations, you escaped the grip of a filthy two-leg."[/color] He said lazily. OOC: Sorry it's short and crappy, out of muse today.[/center] × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 28, 2011 17:50:04 GMT -5
He actually had the nerve to mock her voice. What was wrong with it? Her voice was the same as any other she-cat, wasn't it? Suddenly feeling self-concious for the first time that day, hurt shone brightly in Jag's dark eyes, but she blinked it away and replaced it once more with anger. And, when Flick complimented her on the story she had told, he'd recycled the term she'd used for his. 'How orginal.' She wanted to spit at him, and continue acting him with her words. Jag could just tell he didn't mean it. How could he, if he was just saying it to make fun of her, right? Clenching her jaws together and grinding her teeth for a moment, she was still seething and about ready to explode when his tone changed as he commented on her previous actions while dealing with the human.
Blinking, the she-cat nearly thanked him, but instead looked him straight in the eye. "And I'm sure you'd be happier if they'd carried me off with them. Maybe they enjoyed the show we're putting up. I'm not always so vicious. You're just bringing the worst out of me, Flick.
[/color]" The she-cat replied, her tone lighter than usual and her words carrying only a partial, hidden insult that was to herself more than anything. This tom was so insufferable that she went from wanting to rip his throat to being too confused to keep up the facade. Whatever the situation, Jagged was well aware that her anger would come flying back just as soon as the swarthy tom replied, and their verbal battle would continue. Right? Or, maybe it would be better to remove herself from the situation as the tom seemed to have tried doing several times. Slowly letting out a long, drawn out sigh, the femme looked carefully at Flick once more, hoping he'd give her a civil answer. But before he could say anything, a single word slipped. " Sorry.[/color]" Jag had grunted, and as soon as she had done so, the female was absolutely mortified. Had she seriously just apologized to this rat of a tom? Like he would even acknowledge it, let alone accept it. Ugh! She needed some time to seriously beat herself up. Jagged couldn't stand herself, and her claws unsheathed and dug into the small, pebble-encrusted earth beneath her paws. Frustrated and aboslutely agonized by the tom and herself, she waited for his next words, knowing they'd be sharp once more.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by lace ! on Jul 3, 2011 22:09:26 GMT -5
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The black tom stared at the she-cat, his eyes expressionless. Was that hurt that had just been portrayed in her eyes? Giving himself a mental shake, he decided not. How could this cold, ruthless, annoying she-cat be hurt by his words? He knew he could be heartless at times, he had been told more than needed, but he wasn't even trying today. Maybe it was just the she-cat? Flicking his tail, he took a paw step closer to her. "You honestly think I'd be happy?"
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[/color] He said, the words stinging his tongue. He was being nice to someone for once, even if his words didn't sound so. What was he turning into!? Taking a deep breath, Flick was bracing himself for some nast remark when the weirdest word flew out of the she-cats mouth. "Sorry."[/color] He flicked his ears, his eyes widening in surprise. "Excuse me, but did you just say your sorry?"[/i][/color] He mewed, his voice giving way to his shock. Just a moment ago she had been hateful and mean, and now she was apologizing. Scraping his claws on the ground, Flick stared Jag in her eyes. "What do you have to be sorry about? I'm the 'arrogant' one, remember?"[/color] He said, trying to add a joking tone to his voice. After failing, he bent his head downward and stared at his paws. He was never this shy or useless whilst with she-cats. What was so different about her?[/center] × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
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Post by lily ♫ on Jul 20, 2011 7:48:57 GMT -5
Jagged couldn't help but roll her eyes at the obsidian tom. Right, like he wouldn't like to see her get dragged off. He'd sure acted like that was exactly what would please him just a few minutes ago. "An annoying she-cat? I just might have to take that as a compliment, Flick, dear." Jag retorted, a smirk returning to her formerly neutral face. Even though the tom was failing at an attempt to be nice, Jagged could tell he was trying and could at least give him that. Shaking her head, she sat down again and wrapped her tail around her paws like a female that wasn't really Jagged. Sitting around looking pretty was ridiculous, but actually getting down and dirty and impressing others? That was the way Jag ran her world.
What? Now he had a problem with her quiet apology. "Uhm, yeah. You acted all hurt inside so I thought I might compensate with a word or two." Replied Jagged, fur bristling with frustration and as a bit of boredom slipped into her kiwifruit eyes as she stared at the tom while he talked. "Hmm, you're the arrogant one. Y'know, I kinda like that description for you. Me, I'm just the 'backwards' girl. I act all backwards, usually." Jag quipped, pleasantly surprised that he had admitted something offensive to himself. Pleasantly surprised. Was that a smile on Jagged's face...directed at Flick?
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Post by lace ! on Jul 25, 2011 19:02:46 GMT -5
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But Jagged, she was a work of art. They may have had similar personalities, but they were different in contrast. Flora had her sweet side, but Jag, she seemed sharp and rocky, inside and out. Flick couldn't help but compare her to a piece of glass, stuck on the shore of a beach. The waves washed over it, rounding out those sharp edges in time. But if someone were unlucky enough to tread upon it, they were in for a world of hurt. But Jag wasn't quite what Flick would describe as painful for be around. She was just, different. She posed a real challenge for Flick, which was something he enjoyed. Sincerely though, he wished they could have started on a better foot. The one they had begun on was quite worn and tattered, making the bearer malicious and malevolent. Perhaps he could attempt to cleanse and repair that foot, with some kind words. Was that what she meant by sorry? [/color] The tom asked himself, momentarily confused. No, he decided, listening to her words. She had merely felt sorry for him, due to his lack of care in his words. Carefully thinking of a response, the she-cat continued to go on. "I'm glad you like that description of me, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to disagree with your own personal description of you. I don't quite see you as backwards, more spiteful and heinous."[/color] He retorted, being sure to lace his words with the right amount of bitterness. He really wasn't in the mood for this.[/size] WORDS. ;A; crappy TAGS. flick ; jag MUSIC. waiting - rja [/blockquote] [/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by lily ♫ on Aug 17, 2011 19:42:42 GMT -5
Her ivory ears bent back against her head and she couldn't help but smirk at the deep obsidian tom. Jag's tail swept back and forth contentedly, this challenge of a tom had definitely made her day interesting. She purred as he began to contradict her, but she choked on it and it turned into a type of displeased growl. "For a minute there I thought you were going compliment me, Flick. How silly of me.
[/u]" The female retorted, her dark eyes flickering with offense. How silly it was of her to start to believe he might actually be enjoying her company. Sniffing the air indignantly, Jagged shrugged her shoulders, unable to meet his orange-yellow gaze. She'd been bruised and battered by this tom, not that she didn't enjoy it, but there were other things that the arrowhead marked she-cat had to get done today, and it was time she bid the tom adieu. " Well, Flick, it's been nice disagreeing you with, but I fear I must do something productive today.[/u]" Jag quipped, looking up at him with a slight smile. " I'm sure I'll see ya around.[/u]" She muttered before standing up and stalking away with a mindful and a heartful of confused emotions. She'd certainly see that tom again. ooc: sorry to cut this short, but we've ignored it (or i have. >.>) for almost a month. we'll roleplay these guys together some other time, if you want, but we both need to cut down our thread count. sorry, lace~![/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by lace ! on Aug 24, 2011 12:58:42 GMT -5
It's fine ^^ so, thread end? (i think so.)
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