IC: Flower did not like her name. Flower, she thought that is one of the weirdist names that she ever had. She started to hop around in her very bright pink cage. She did not like pink she liked green. Green was a cool color. Or maybe blue. She squeeked, when the no-fur picked her up. She thought how could this no-fur name me Flower. Just wait until it's night time, Oliver.. she thought. Her fur bristled in excitement. Then the no-fur took her to a thing with water coming out of it. Oliver squicked in amazment. Oh, no she thought. They are going to give me a bath. She squirmed.
-- Edited by Dawnbreak at 22:49, 2008-07-29
-- Edited by Dawnbreak at 22:52, 2008-07-29
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He looks around the room Innocently overlooks the truth Shouldn't a light go on? Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black and white Never let nobody see him cry I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
Chestnut was sleeping in a corner of the cage, which rarely happens. He opened his eyes at the sound of a cat's hiss. "Bigwig, what's with all the racket?" He complained, crawling towards the small bowl of food pellets. Gulping down a few, his eyes widened, his ears straightened, and he started to jump around excitedly. "Wow, that was some great food! Do you think he'll give us more? Huh huh huh huh huh huuuuuuuuh?" Chestnut squeaked quickly, his words were barely understandable.
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
ooc: Tabby, wanna be my roommate in the same cage? :D I was thinking a 9 year old girl named Mitzi owns us, and her 6 year old little sister which you can name. ;D
OoC: Oh! Twiggy, can our owner be like an 8 year old boy?
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
The no-furs walked away with tthe cat, leaving Skipper and Chestnut alone, Skipper looked at Chestnut and squeeked "Oh boy..They left me alone with him again..." He looked at Chestnut and squeeked "Slow down boy! I can't understand you! Now hush! I'm trying to think!" He hopped over to the water bottle and started to drink from it, he sat infront of it and drank, then he backed away from it and squeeked "I can't believe I'm asking you, Chestnut, but why must we suffer?"
Libby hopped away from Mitzi's grubby little fingers, hissing in her mind. She didn't feel like being cuddles by the irritating nine year old right now. She could always snap, but that would only get herself in trouble. Mitzi sighed when her pet wouldn't come near her. "Come on, Libby!" shemumbled, agitated. "Oh, I know!" She reached into her pocket and revealed a shiny, orange carrot. This grasped Libby's attention. She scooted towards Mitzi's hand, which was generously offering her the vegetable. Her little bunny hands clutched the carrot selfishly as she hopped into a corner to eat in peace. She nibbled at the end, the taste satifying her driving hunger. She grinned, her whiskers twitching happily.
"Hey, save some water for me!" Chestnut replied, shoving Bigwig out of the way. Taking a few sips, his nose twitched. "I don't know. But what have we ever done to those stupid cats?" He hissed, much like a cat. "Cats and rabbits shouldn't be aloud to live in the same house!" He paused, taking another sip of water. "It's a good thing that dub cat sleeps in that other room."
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
After finishing the last satisfying morsels of the vegetable, Libby hesitantely agreed to let Mitzi fish her out of the cage and cuddle her. Libby frowned as Mitzi flicked her whiskeres back and forth, and she almost agve a snap of annoyance when Sheila barged into the room. Libby groaned. This was going to be torture. Sheila pointed at Libby, her golden curls bobbing up and down. "You got bunny out?" she said, though it was obvious. She lunged at Libby, and Libby scacely hopped out of the way onto Mitzi's bed, hissing in rage. She was terrified. Mitzi nodded. "Yes, but be careful." Sheila nodded eagerly. "I will!" she promised, scooping up Libby in her two sticky hands.
ooc: The younger sister, the 6 year old, is Sheila. ;)