07-26-2009, 12:17 AM
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Yup! That’s fine with me! ^=^ And Jaz and Amata have met before, right?
Oh! And Jaz and Cwmfen need a thread sometime in August so that she can give him Boo, ^=^
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Having woken, Amata slipped quietly away, making sure that she didn’t wake or bother anyone. Her little paws carried her quietly—she was still practicing that quiet-walk because she wanted to hunt. Even though she wouldn’t admit it aloud, and she definitely wouldn’t admit it to him, she thought that Air-es being able to hunt was very amazing and cool. But she was not happy with Air-es, because he had hurt her and he had hurt her feelings. She had only wanted to play, and he had hurt her! That had made Amata very sad, and so she had cried, and she had told Mamma, and so Mamma must have done something to make it better. And that made Amata feel a little better. She was still cheerful that morning, but the soreness in her shoulder still reminded her of how mean the older, grey-coloured boy had been, and she didn’t like meanness.
The creamy pup changed her approach, crouched low as if she were hunting something—and she was, so she pounced on it heavily. But it was dust, and it simply flew away on the moving rush of air. And so, when she looked under her paws and found nothing, she smiled and giggled at the nothingness before continuing on her way, her head swaying back and forth as she sang a tuneless song that had a cheerful, bubbly rhythm. But her song was suddenly disrupted by another song, and it was not someone singing. It was a pretty sound! The white puppy smiled brightly as she wondered what it was, abandoning her practice of stealth and leaping up to run after the sound on the air, her claws scraping noisily on the ground.
The blue and green eyes looked up at the tall library door before she went in, looking around as she paused, her ears pricked up in that alert way that puppies looked. And she smelled and found someone very familiar. Her tail wagged furiously as she ran to the gigantic black male. She stopped too late and bumped into his legs, but she only rolled over and righted herself, smiling up at him and his pretty music. "Jazz, Jazz!" She whispered loudly at him, as if she didn’t want to interrupt his playing. "How’s you doin’ that?" And this was very amazing too.
Yup! That’s fine with me! ^=^ And Jaz and Amata have met before, right?
Oh! And Jaz and Cwmfen need a thread sometime in August so that she can give him Boo, ^=^
300+
Having woken, Amata slipped quietly away, making sure that she didn’t wake or bother anyone. Her little paws carried her quietly—she was still practicing that quiet-walk because she wanted to hunt. Even though she wouldn’t admit it aloud, and she definitely wouldn’t admit it to him, she thought that Air-es being able to hunt was very amazing and cool. But she was not happy with Air-es, because he had hurt her and he had hurt her feelings. She had only wanted to play, and he had hurt her! That had made Amata very sad, and so she had cried, and she had told Mamma, and so Mamma must have done something to make it better. And that made Amata feel a little better. She was still cheerful that morning, but the soreness in her shoulder still reminded her of how mean the older, grey-coloured boy had been, and she didn’t like meanness.
The creamy pup changed her approach, crouched low as if she were hunting something—and she was, so she pounced on it heavily. But it was dust, and it simply flew away on the moving rush of air. And so, when she looked under her paws and found nothing, she smiled and giggled at the nothingness before continuing on her way, her head swaying back and forth as she sang a tuneless song that had a cheerful, bubbly rhythm. But her song was suddenly disrupted by another song, and it was not someone singing. It was a pretty sound! The white puppy smiled brightly as she wondered what it was, abandoning her practice of stealth and leaping up to run after the sound on the air, her claws scraping noisily on the ground.
The blue and green eyes looked up at the tall library door before she went in, looking around as she paused, her ears pricked up in that alert way that puppies looked. And she smelled and found someone very familiar. Her tail wagged furiously as she ran to the gigantic black male. She stopped too late and bumped into his legs, but she only rolled over and righted herself, smiling up at him and his pretty music. "Jazz, Jazz!" She whispered loudly at him, as if she didn’t want to interrupt his playing. "How’s you doin’ that?" And this was very amazing too.