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Post by {:Moonchaser:} on Jun 13, 2006 18:08:52 GMT -5
Al's beautiful dappled fur gleamed with sweat under the moonshine. Smitty was a dead-weight and she didn't exactly live close to the Fountain. Her pretty blue eyes glazed in pain. Soon enough, her small copse she called a den appeared on the horizon and her heart skipped a beat. Finally! she thought. In the copse, surrounded by towering, thick elm trees, Alastair gently set the tom down on her nest. When she turned around, deciding what do next, a pair of glinting green eyes met her, glimmering from a near-by hawthorn bush. "Riley!" she hissed, amusement in her voice as her heart-rate slowed back to its normal pace.
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Post by *~Froggy~* on Jun 17, 2006 8:16:26 GMT -5
Smitty blinked a couple of times before really seeing the newcomer. As he did, he let out a horrifying screach that sounded like a dying cow. He leaped up, and instantly fell back over, unsteady on his paws.
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Post by {:Moonchaser:} on Jun 17, 2006 18:53:54 GMT -5
"Whoa!" Al and Riley yowled in unison, though Riley's tone was more of a what did she drag home now?
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Post by *~Froggy~* on Jun 17, 2006 20:48:48 GMT -5
OOC: Smitty is a MENTAL CASE! Smitty's a boy... whoops...
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Post by {:Moonchaser:} on Jun 23, 2006 21:10:26 GMT -5
OOC: i like him that way! *mental people shall rule the world!*
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Post by *~Froggy~* on Jun 27, 2006 11:54:37 GMT -5
Smitty got up and ran violently to Bean's house.
OOC: sorry, he had to escape somehow.
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Post by {:Moonchaser:} on Jun 27, 2006 12:08:23 GMT -5
OOC: it's 'sall good
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Post by *~Froggy~* on Jun 29, 2006 10:21:55 GMT -5
OOC: they should notice he's gone
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Post by {:Moonchaser:} on Jun 29, 2006 11:55:30 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, that might be a good idea...
IC: Riley glanced over at where Smitty had been laying. "Where'd he go?" Al followed his gaze. "Oh well, I guess he didn't need help after all..."
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