Post by Tyler-182 on May 10, 2009 17:36:26 GMT -5
As you cautiously make your way through two-leg farm you come across a rusty old looking shack. It seems to shake from even the lightest of winds and the noises it makes are some of the worst to ever pierce the poor crevices of your ears. It looks as though it hasn't been used by the Two-Legs in many years and as though it could collapse at any moment.
At the bottom left corner of the shack is a large heap of brush and grass that has been long over-due for a cutting yet beyond them is a small hole in the shack; A hole big enough for a cat.
As you enter the establishment you curiously prod around for a few moments before picking up the scent of two loners; One tom and a kit. Proving forth that this is indeed the home of Sparta the Kind, And Mauler the Healer. These two loners pose no threat to any who seek their help and are glad to stick their necks out for even the darkest of felines in their time of need.
So; Come forth if you wish and deal with the loners. Trust me, They won't bite.[/size]
Sparta is here.
Mauler is here.[/u]
At the bottom left corner of the shack is a large heap of brush and grass that has been long over-due for a cutting yet beyond them is a small hole in the shack; A hole big enough for a cat.
As you enter the establishment you curiously prod around for a few moments before picking up the scent of two loners; One tom and a kit. Proving forth that this is indeed the home of Sparta the Kind, And Mauler the Healer. These two loners pose no threat to any who seek their help and are glad to stick their necks out for even the darkest of felines in their time of need.
So; Come forth if you wish and deal with the loners. Trust me, They won't bite.[/size]
Sparta is here.
Mauler is here.[/u]