09-12-2018, 01:29 PM
((In the interest of not fighting Lepis to nom baby Xero, Svedka has excused himself from the thread. XD Just us now!))
Xero grumbled once again and got her feet firmly planted on the ground, bent on ignoring the strange lady’s no and going after the kitty anyhow. “Nuh-uh, he’s a kitty, kitties are friends.” She wasn’t quite sure how she knew kitties were friends, but she definitely knew it for sure. But the kitty’d already escaped by the time she peeked under the lady’s wing and gotten a good look at the spot where the big meow used to be.
She stomped one tiny hoof and huffed annoyance, and glowered up at the lady. “I’m ‘posed to make friends. That was not very nice, I bet he’da made a real good one too. Good claws for climbin’ trees, and the rumbly sound they make is extra good for snuggles.” Or so she imagined, ‘cause he was the first meow she’d met maybe? So how come she could feel the cozy snuggly soft feeling of being wrapped up in spotty friends, all rumbly with purrs and cozy, licking her coat and rubbing their faces against her?
The thought made her head all tingly and her ears itch, so she huffed and shook herself hard enough to wobble, caught herself with a bit of fancy footwork, and peeked up at the lady. “Friends are important, aren’t they?” Felt like there was something else important that she was forgetting, but a friend sounded like a good place to start at least. Or lots of them. “D’you got friends?”
@[Lepis]
Xero grumbled once again and got her feet firmly planted on the ground, bent on ignoring the strange lady’s no and going after the kitty anyhow. “Nuh-uh, he’s a kitty, kitties are friends.” She wasn’t quite sure how she knew kitties were friends, but she definitely knew it for sure. But the kitty’d already escaped by the time she peeked under the lady’s wing and gotten a good look at the spot where the big meow used to be.
She stomped one tiny hoof and huffed annoyance, and glowered up at the lady. “I’m ‘posed to make friends. That was not very nice, I bet he’da made a real good one too. Good claws for climbin’ trees, and the rumbly sound they make is extra good for snuggles.” Or so she imagined, ‘cause he was the first meow she’d met maybe? So how come she could feel the cozy snuggly soft feeling of being wrapped up in spotty friends, all rumbly with purrs and cozy, licking her coat and rubbing their faces against her?
The thought made her head all tingly and her ears itch, so she huffed and shook herself hard enough to wobble, caught herself with a bit of fancy footwork, and peeked up at the lady. “Friends are important, aren’t they?” Felt like there was something else important that she was forgetting, but a friend sounded like a good place to start at least. Or lots of them. “D’you got friends?”
@[Lepis]