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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Sept 3, 2011 23:08:01 GMT -5
*Yep. Gray's gonna be all "MINE NAOW B****" But Eliza's not interested. U mad?*
Pebblespot laughed. And laughed again. And again. "OH MY STARCLAN! Don't tell me you don't know!" he chuckled. He was sure his friend would know. I mean c'mon. It's basic knowledge. "You haven't noticed ANYTHING different about Eliza, at all?"
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Post by Storm on Sept 3, 2011 23:10:22 GMT -5
Tornshadow flattened his ears when Pebblespot began to laugh and snorted. "Don't know what?" he snapped, lashing his tail stubbornly. He then thought about his friend's question for a long time, and realized he was right. "Well.. she has been a bit more... sweet today.. and she looked flushed." he recalled.
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Sept 3, 2011 23:24:40 GMT -5
Pebblespot's jaw dropped and he laughed further. "Oh boy... haha! You are such a mousebrain!" he tried to pull himself together "Dude, your she cats going into heat. She has less than a day. I would make sure no other tom cat (including your father) gets her alone." He meowed.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 3, 2011 23:28:17 GMT -5
((holy moly Fate, I almost spit water all over the computer screen because of what you just posted!!!))
Smith was again, watching the two talking toms from the hole in his fence since Gb got in that dog fight. When Pebblespot said that Eliza was going into heat, and Tornshadow better make sure that no other tom 'stole' her, he raised an eyebrow. "Going into heat huh? Pff, there will be some cat fights around here." the elderly tom meowed to himself quielty, letting some of his youngerself take place with the jokes. He glanced at Gb when the dog came over. "Why are you giving me that look?" Smith couldn't help but asked because his room-mate had somekind of twisted grin on his face. "Wait a mintute...GB YOU SICK MUTT!! I'M TOO OLD FOR ANYBODY!!!" Smith yowled, his cheeks flooding with red color. Gb only fell on the ground, making loud 'arfs' as if he was laughing.
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Sept 3, 2011 23:40:20 GMT -5
(Teehee)
Gray growled as he curled up on his porch. He could hear everything. He'd been a wreck for days, his fur was unnaturally spiked up. He hated that clan cat. Hated him. But he didn't love Eliza. He wanted her. She would be his. She would have his kits and not Tornshadow's! He grumbled and paced outside of his twoleg's nest, hissing to himself.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 4, 2011 0:42:54 GMT -5
"If it makes you happy, I'll talk to Eliza, WITHOUT giving her a hard time. Gb you sick mutt." Smith hissed at the dog as he leapt to the top of the fence. Gb only wagged his black striped tail as he gave some sort of grin. Sighing, Smith leapt into Eliza's yard. He felt his spine tingle as he neared the she-cat. "Err, Eliza. I need to talk you...about Tornshadow leaving BreezeClan." the black and white tabby meowed, his green eyes drilling straight though her.
((Gray won't get Elly as long as Smith doesn't have anything about it!))
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Sept 4, 2011 0:51:22 GMT -5
Eliza was snapped out of her daydream and whipped her head around to see Smith there. She nodded shyly and shuffled on her small paws. "Y-yeah. What... did you want to.... say about it?" She asked, nervous that the old tom would be angry with her.
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Post by Storm on Sept 4, 2011 9:47:17 GMT -5
Pebblespot's jaw dropped and he laughed further. "Oh boy... haha! You are such a mousebrain!" he tried to pull himself together "Dude, your she cats going into heat. She has less than a day. I would make sure no other tom cat (including your father) gets her alone." He meowed.
Tornshadow frowned and nudged Pebblespot in the shoulder. "Shut-up! How would I know if she was going into.. heat? What, do you stalk all the she-cats in the clan and ask them if they're going into.. heat?" he spat, hurt from his friend's laughter. "And what do you mean before anyone 'gets her'"? he asked warily. |
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 4, 2011 10:39:47 GMT -5
((don't make any commets on this one!))
Smith sat sighing, suddenly looking older than the young elder was. "Look...you know why I left the clans right? Because I afraid of shaming my clan..." the black and white tabby's voice trailed off as he glanced down at the ground, then back to his daughter-in. "I don't want Tornshadow to leave BreezeClan because he'll only the same thing I felt. Guilt, the thought of losing everything, ever being able to go back...." Smith looked towards the fence, towards BreezeClan terriorty. How he wished he could go back, and change the day the monster cosed him everything.... Smith bit is tongue almost to the point of making it bleed when Eliza's heat sence waved into his nose. Don't think about, don't think about, don't think about, Smith kept repeating in his head.
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Post by Storm on Sept 4, 2011 11:00:17 GMT -5
ooc;; She goes into heat tomorrow.
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