Post by nocny on Dec 17, 2009 13:14:21 GMT -5
He stepped out from the place which he had rested myself, lacking another. His legs had stiffened; when he drew his gaze downward he could not help but to note that the black hairs upon his forelegs seemed to be crawling upwards. While full knowing it was quite impossible at this age of his, he humored himself with a small petty fantasy that he would become covered in the charcoal hue, purity covered in taint.
He sniffed the air and retreated in recoil. Repulsive, the aberrations of the clan cats once again disgusted him quite utterly. The leaves even repelled the smell in unitary dislike. Ivy green eyes of his blinked, quickly, as to be prepared and be able to facilely shift into a 'neutral' mode.
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