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Catwalk
Oct 18, 2003 0:47:38 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 18, 2003 0:47:38 GMT -5
She twitched, one convulsinve, whole body shudder that set her fur on end..."Looks can be decieving."
She watched him groom and noted the paws "I'll treat those to prevent infection as soon as you are done...and if I don't miss my guess, these would be the littles." at her words, a group of about ten small cats trooped in, mostly house cats just out of kittenhood.
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Catwalk
Oct 18, 2003 17:45:02 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 18, 2003 17:45:02 GMT -5
He set his paw down and carefully watched the cats coming in. He remained still as they approached and slowly lowered his head to sniff at one that came close, whiskers trembling slightly.
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Catwalk
Oct 19, 2003 0:16:46 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 19, 2003 0:16:46 GMT -5
Mrrii winced at the cat that was brave enough to step forward. It was Topple, short for Tatoppolis...and she was a bit of a clutz.
She watched the youngling stretch upward to sniff noses...and trip on her own feet, sprawling into Samson legs in a very undignified manner..."This is Topple" she introduced. "Her three tag-alongs are Dreia, Mogwai, and Rufus. They are the younglings...and be careful, when those three start laughing at Topple...well, a tackle fest ensues..."
The three still standing sniffed in Mrrii direction as if to say "Us?"...unfortunately, Topple didn't care about dignity at the moment and launched herself at the group, dragging Samson's tail with her.
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Catwalk
Oct 19, 2003 14:35:34 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 19, 2003 14:35:34 GMT -5
Samson stared down at the fallen cat then looked up to Mrii blinking. He yelped in surprise as the cat tugged on his tail. He knew enough to be gentle with the small creatures and tried to carefully extract his tail from the tumbling group without harming any of them.
Unfortunatly it was made a main part of the fracus and everytime he pulled it up there was a youngling attached to it. Finally he reached down and plucked Topple up gently in his mouth, moved two others aside with one paw, and shook the last off and pulled his tail free.
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Catwalk
Oct 19, 2003 18:41:19 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 19, 2003 18:41:19 GMT -5
Mrrii chuckled at Samson's shocked look "I did warn you. Alright Loves, to the kitchen, Shrine should have your meal out by now..." she actually slipped off the couch and scooped up half of the kitlings, sending them gently out the door.
The last to be retrieved was Topple from Samson's mouth. The young kitten purred, seeming to melt in Mrrii arms until being set down.
That accomplished, Mrrii stretched out on the couch once more, admirably hiding her amusmen.
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Catwalk
Oct 19, 2003 23:25:40 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 19, 2003 23:25:40 GMT -5
He watched the younglings go and sighed. He settled back into his spot by the fire, watching Mrii. After hesitating a few times he finally asked her, "Is there anything for me to eat?"
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Catwalk
Oct 19, 2003 23:39:01 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 19, 2003 23:39:01 GMT -5
She smiled "I was betting you owuld ask within ten minutes of me telling the kits. What, my friend, do you prefer? We are well stocked, as is necessary withe th cranivorous nature of each of our family members..." she said teasingly, whiskers twitching
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Catwalk
Oct 19, 2003 23:52:03 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 19, 2003 23:52:03 GMT -5
He smiled, "I..." he paused and thought, he had never been offered the choice before and now did not know what to ask for. He thought about it and finally had to shrug, "I don't know."
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Catwalk
Oct 19, 2003 23:54:46 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 19, 2003 23:54:46 GMT -5
She chuckled, a rasping, almost purring sound. "I see. I myself prefer cooked meats, mainly because i have the abiliyt to discern flavors...but you are welcome to raw as well. I'll have one of teh kittens take you, I'm sure Topple is still hanging around..." she looked ta him and raised an eyebrow.
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Catwalk
Oct 20, 2003 0:00:27 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 20, 2003 0:00:27 GMT -5
He thought about the kitten and measured his nervousness against his hunger. Deciding that the kitten wouldn't be to bad, especially after being introduced already he nodded, "Alright."
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Catwalk
Oct 20, 2003 0:04:09 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 20, 2003 0:04:09 GMT -5
Mrrii nodded and stood up, stalking to teh door and poking her head out. Sure neough, Topple was there. "Topple, escort Samson to the kitchen" she said softly. The kitten was all to happy to agree.
She wastched them go with a slightly worried expression. "He's bright" she mumbled to herself..."how long will he stay happy in his fur?"
Laying back down she sighed, ears going flat "And do I have a right to speed the process?" she asked the portrait on teh mantle, yet no answer was forthcoming.
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Catwalk
Oct 20, 2003 0:17:57 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 20, 2003 0:17:57 GMT -5
Following behind the small cat he began to look around at the house, admiring it and becoming more and more greatful to be here than the zoo. Becoming a little more comfortable here he began to talk to the kitten. "How long have you been here Topple?"
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Catwalk
Oct 20, 2003 0:22:57 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 20, 2003 0:22:57 GMT -5
Topple, distracted from the all encompassing task, tripped over her paws again. They seemed rather large, even for kitten. Topple took it in stride though and purred as she stood up "Oh, I was born here, my momma's Shadow if you see her, the tabby cat. My daddy's the Lynx, he doesn't give his name to many..."
She bounced a bit down the hallway, playing "You could say I'm a native DeFelinis...and Mrrii is cool, she always plays with me when momma is busy and the food is good and there are lots of cats and and and..."
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Catwalk
Oct 20, 2003 0:30:33 GMT -5
Post by adam_bat on Oct 20, 2003 0:30:33 GMT -5
He nodded as the cat continued to talk smiling and only catching some of what the hyper little kitten was saying. "It is a nice place," he commented more to himself then the kitten who continued to ramble.
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Catwalk
Oct 20, 2003 0:35:08 GMT -5
Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Oct 20, 2003 0:35:08 GMT -5
"Yes, it is" a deep, rumbling voice said in Samson's ear. The kitten yelped and jumped three feet in teh air, coming down to face the newcomer "Ummm, hey Mii...this is Samson..."
A siberian tiger, male, peered at the newcomer with a hostile expression "Who are you, what do you want here?"
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