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Gucci-chan was enjoying the warm weather, his long bengal form stretched out in a patch of hot sunshine. He had been dozing on and off for the past few hours, whiskers twitching whenever he woke back up. His breath was slow and steady, his icy blue eyes wandering the camp. Eventually he hauled himself to his feet, making his way to the prey pile to grab a fat vole.
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POSTEDMar 31, 2019 20:09:12 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"You'll get fat if you eat that whole thing by yourself" Versace-chan commented cruelly as he wandered over, gleaming eyes alighting on his brother with glee. He loved to pick at his siblings, to poke and pull at their soft spots and watch them get increasingly more frustrated. No matter how many times his mother or father scolded this behavior he refused to be thwarted. Though at the same time if he heard other younglings picking on his siblings he would find a quiet time to teach them their place.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 1, 2019 15:57:54 GMT -5
"Why even bother pointing out the obvious?" Armani-chan mewed as he followed behind Versace-chan. He always felt speaking the obvious was such a waste of time. He shifted his amber gave from between his two brothers and the vole. Though the smell coming from it was making his mouth water. "Perhaps we can share?" he asked Gucci-chan with a slight gleam of hope in her gaze. Arete had made it her intention to lick his black bangle pelt flat before he could leave the nest. Feeding hadnt been much of an option.
Gucci-chan looked briefly at the fat vole between his paws, contemplating the merit of sharing. Of course he couldn't eat it all by himself, but he wasn't willing to give up part of it that easily. "Maybe I wanna get fat." He responded to Versace-chan, wrinkling his nose at his brother. "You can have the tail if you're nice to me. It's chewy, and I don't want it." Tail held loftily, the small tom plopped down, sinking his needle teeth into the food.
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POSTEDApr 29, 2019 21:02:33 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"I'm not hungry, feed your scraps to Armani-chan." Versace-chan hummed, peering down his nose towards Gucci-chan. The tom turned his eyes away and scanned the camp, looking for anything potentially interesting to catch his attention. He wondered what his father was doing, then he wondered if he could perhaps get away with sneaking into the shamans den. But hew knew Morgana had her newest litter in there and the thought of her wrath had him halting such aspirations.
"Alright." Gucci-chan shrugged, flicking the pink tail over to his other brother. "I'm bored, let's do something more fun." His tone took on a slightly whinier pitch, and he focused his bright blue eyes on his brother, who always seemed to have ideas.
