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The brown tabby tom's fur drizzled with rain. He felt the rain drops splash on him. It's been a while since the rain had started. It was sure it will never stop until the next day. Harley cocked his head to the left, seeing Grumps. He's looking for trouble. Harley walked down the clearing.
"Stop there, right now messy-pelt!" A gray and white tom with his matted fur growled.
Harley bears his teeth. Again. I wish this can stop. Getting clawed every morning. Harley grips on to the dirt, tumbling forward to run off. Stop chasing me, mouse-brain! He tumbles again, rushing his powerful hindlegs off to another forest. Grumps was getting closer, his breath getting louder. Harley grips up to a tree, tumbling down hoping the gray and white tom didn't see his escape.
His smile enlarged. He didn't see me. As he carried on with his rogue duties. --Silverfur i don't want my fangs too long 09:38, February 20, 2019 (UTC)
Magpie sat laid out on a window sill in the Town. The black and white tom was very content where he was, the smell from inside made his stomach growl but now the question was - would he get up to see if he could mooch some food off of the lovely Twolegs that lived there? Probably, but, sleep was also a good option. The "loner" rested his head back down on his paws, his bandanna snug against him. — ᴍᴀx ★ ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏ () 08:23 Fri Feb 22 2019
Harley's fur bristled as he steps on the warm grass. He wanders around for prey. He smells a strong food scent. Twolegs. It's my only choice for food. Harley runs up to the twolegs, pouting for food. The twolegs giggle at his actions, and pour the can out for him to eat.
Great quality. The twolegs leave him with a pet on his back. Maybe it should be a good choice to be a kittypet. --Silverfur i don't want my fangs too long 08:40, February 22, 2019 (UTC)
*light gray tabby she-cat walks into the scene*
"can't feed your self eh?" Willowstep12 (talk) 13:13, March 20, 2019 (UTC)