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WoT RoleplayA grey-and-white tabby she-cat darted between the shadows, sneaking up on a merchant seling apples. She quickly snuck over, grabbed one and made a run for it. She had the wind nocked out of her as she bumped into a cat walking down the streets
Reina was walking down the street when a familiar little child bumped into her. "Hope?" She asked, her eyes wide with bewilderment. "What's wrong?" She asked, her eyes flicking to the apple. Oh no... "Did you steal that?" She asked with a harsh tone.
"How many times do I have to tell you children, there is no need to steal!?" She hissed grabbing the apple and the orphans arm gently. There was no way she could stay mad at her for long, for she had been like this once too.
A grey tabby was walking down the city streets when she heard an angry hiss. The noble would then turn her head to see a maid she presumed, scold a young child. Curious of what was going on, the elegantly dressed female would then walk over to the two cats, blue eyes flickering w
:P"Okay, Alianor...STOP IT!" A tall emerald hooded tom hissed quietly to a large, golden winged beast behind him. The creature's icy blue eyes, eyeing him down with affection as she pulled down his hood, even though he tried to keep it up. The Griffin's large size casting down a dark shadow over the tabby as he cautiously walked in the alley ways of the city. Grumbling in annoyance towards his pet's actions, especially when he was trying to hide who he was.
"Go home,Al! I promise I'll be back, Go, Shoo!" William hissed in, placing his paws onto the golden animal's chest. Though the animal only responded with a gloomy chirp and round, sad eyes, nudging the man around with her dark beak, willing to accompany him with his little adventure. Yet the king didn't want everyone grow suspicious on why he had the griffin with him, since no one really knew who he was as 'The Hooded Gentleman'. "Alianor...GO......HOME!"
"Okay, Alianor...STOP IT!" A tall emerald hooded tom hissed quietly to a larg
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