Traveling treats

Krissy · 04-03-2011, 12:34 AM

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Anything from the trolly, dearies? Anything from the trolly?

Krissy couldn't help her sense of wanderlust. As of yet, the feline didn't have a home. So even if she didn't want to, she'd have to wander. So the cat supposed that it was a perfect conclusion. Though she craved somewhere to settle down and live and be safe, her natural instinct told her to wander around while she was able. Knowing her, she'd get fat and lazy once she found a home.

As she idly wandered around, Krissy smelled wolves, the very strong smell of wolves. Obviously she had wandered into another wolf pack, what seemed to be a developing habit of hers. The cat shrugged softly furred shoulders. It didn't matter to her. She couldn't really do anything to them or cause danger. So she'd assumed that no one cared about her presence, and continued to wander around.

These wolves smelled a little more of hostility than other packs, but that was probably normal. She was feline, for gosh sakes. How was she to know any difference? If anything, Krissy tried to avoid the packs as much as possible, but the tempting idea of learning more from them kept luring her in.

Honest, it wasn't my fault... Krissy though idly as she pounced on a leaf. She didn't really care who's territory she encroached on. If her four paws were on it, then it was her territory. The feline would lay claim to the land that she walked on, even if it was only for a brief period of time. Wolves were decent usually. They knew not to mess with someone's territory. They'd stay away from her while she gnawed on her leaf.

Krissy does. "Krissy meows." Krissy thinks.

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