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||she scrunched up her snout and rolled her eyes.||
`ah, alas. Yer 14 moons. You kitty pet “months” I believe count to our one moon.`
||she frowned and tilted her head.||
`how old are ye kid? Like what two moons? Now c’mere so j can take you back to yer home. Come get her bow tie or whatever it is`
||she gave out a low hiss and slipped out from under the bush. Glaring right at him.||
`get yer soaking tail over here before I make ya.`
||redwood panted and took a moment to catch her breath, then followed your scent. She watched the kitty pet form a bush and clawed at the muck below herself, frowning.||
||the shortfurred warrior nipped at his collar and pulled him back. Hissing and yowling as she tried to hold him down.||
||the warrior shook her head and bolted after you; nimble paws carried her before she caught up and leapt ontop of you. Her claws unsheathed and she punctured his c heat and underbelly.||
||her gaze stiffened, and she narrowed her pupils||
`listen, sugar. Yer goin to haveta work with me here, if you want to not get yer shiny lil’ pelt ripped off yer tiny body.`
||her tail flicked and she cleared her throat.||
`please state why, yer kittypet tail, is trespassing.`
(Sorryyyy- crap not good about that since everyone has their own ways of describing rps. I’ve done some where ppl use 2nd bc person (you, you’ve you’re) but referred to themselves while using those)
||the feline threw up her front paws and smiled.||
`wish there kitty, didn’t mean to spook ya. I just smelt something sweet and I knew that wasn’t suppose to be out here in sweet ol’ Mother Nature. Now tell me, you cha know yer trespassin?`
||her western accent was thick like maple syrup, but varied depending on the word. She had soft topaz colored eyes. Gazing at the kittypet.||
You do in 2nd person???
cool
||redwood, a young warrior herself was on a border patrol, she spotted you and strolled on over. Popping out of the bush and mrowing||
`Surprise!!`
(Is this good or not what you meant in rp-)
HELL I THINK HE’S DYING
QUICK CALL 9-1-1
what’s the number!?
*side eyes*
(Dead guy) really n, what’s the number?
*me being depressed and a middle child with not as much support or attention, unable to have friends bc they leave me for my twin:
..
Bruh