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--  Attila was tracking a very known smell. His sister's. He hand't reallt paid attention to his mother's request for them to be there, but he knew the scheme with them. It was very simple, actually. Where there was food, there would be Noir. Where Noir was, so would be Toefur. Whe boh of them where, therewould be Oce, trying to steal the octopus plushie and bug her sister. Where the two female's where, there would be Claudius, trying not be alone and vulnerable to his bully brother. So, wherever Claudius was, so would be Attila, wanting to terrorize him to death. He was wearing nothing, besides his white-and-beige stripped socks and red bandana, attached on his forehead, sustaining his white tuff of fur. It had small white spots, and it looked so ,bad boy, that he couldn't help but to wear it. The fire was getting even more strong, and so was his sister's scent. His trotte turned into a clumsy gallope. He darted pass by a cream mare, but he didn't care. That only meant that someone came here riding it. Jumping over a tiny, growing bush, he stoped, his eyes found his sisters, but not his brother. The Aston boy rolled his grayish-blue eyes and trotted slowly to his female littermates.
"What'f up, fifers?" he asked, with a different accent. He noticed the "s" sound in the end of his phrase, but he didn't celebrate or something like that. The "s"s where starting to show up, but still rarely. They were growing, after all, and he knew that his spelling issue wouldn't last forever. |
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