Post by QueenChaos on Dec 8, 2017 20:43:05 GMT
Rosa was sitting on her wide fence top, her shiny tail curled around her paws. She had hear ears pricked for any....peasants, or people who wanted knowledge. Today was a slow day, and no one had asked her anything. One of her ears twirled as her twoleg turned on her sound box. Rosa shook her head in disgust.
"Twolegs." She muttered. "Always sitting on their soft rocks watching their sound boxes. They should get out more. Mine specifically. After all, who would want a twoleg that is fat?" She laughed slightly and sighed.
-How very strange. It's so quiet around here.-
Rosa flicked her tail closer to her self, and shivered slightly as a cold breeze blew past her. After her twoleg had finished setting up her glowing tree, she had mostly been out hunting for those strangely creepy smaller twolegs. Her twoleg then put these smaller ones into boxes and wrapped them in unnaturally colored thin bark. All of this made no sense to Rosa, but she did love it when her twoleg bought her salmon and tuna from hunting.
She licked her lips, thinking of the delicious salmon, and was really thinking of leaving her post, when you jumped up to her fence.
(Tags: Any kittypets and loners/rouges are welcome.)
(Word count: 217)
"Twolegs." She muttered. "Always sitting on their soft rocks watching their sound boxes. They should get out more. Mine specifically. After all, who would want a twoleg that is fat?" She laughed slightly and sighed.
-How very strange. It's so quiet around here.-
Rosa flicked her tail closer to her self, and shivered slightly as a cold breeze blew past her. After her twoleg had finished setting up her glowing tree, she had mostly been out hunting for those strangely creepy smaller twolegs. Her twoleg then put these smaller ones into boxes and wrapped them in unnaturally colored thin bark. All of this made no sense to Rosa, but she did love it when her twoleg bought her salmon and tuna from hunting.
She licked her lips, thinking of the delicious salmon, and was really thinking of leaving her post, when you jumped up to her fence.
(Tags: Any kittypets and loners/rouges are welcome.)
(Word count: 217)
