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DODGE CHEVY
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” well i’ll be goddamned! “
a low whistle, a prolonged wheeeew of sound from a crooked, grinning maw from where he crouches — in his twenty - odd moons of life, dodge chevy had never made a move to conceal himself in any regard. incapable of shame, some have muttered ; incapable of manners, others had snipped.. but its was nothing the chocolate sepia couldn’t scratch a flea at. he’d lived his life beneath his owners feet and they’d learned to step around him. his interactions with wild cats have been.. insubstantial, to say the very least. almost nonexistent, really.. if you didn’t count the occasional glimpses of lazing, contented faces through their monsters wide, clear eye.
but it had been a long trip. the wide - flanked monster that carried him today huffed and puffed as it crawled into its den for the night, resting it’s tired paws alongside the lines of monsters already long past asleep — and the moment it’s limbs had popped open, he’d taken his chance. after a bubbling trill and a quelling brush against his keeper’s leg, he’d ventured off towards the grassy area to the side of their monster’s newfound nest to stretch his cramped legs. sides, he thinks, it was hard work ignoring their monsters ever - present rumble. he could hardly stay asleep! how was a guy to rest all day in these conditions, huh?
and perhaps that was what led him further into the pine forest, mocha paws plodding absently through the brimming undergrowth. birds sing above, a welcoming song — and he feels the urge to sing back, does so in a quiet, cacophonous hum back to the fluttering heavens. by fate or stupidity one, when the frantic, nearby rustling of leaves sounds, dodge merely pauses. a stilt in his nonchalant sway along the odd - scented path ( did it always smell like that here? ), meadow green eyes only widen when a hunting patrol of wild cats slink from the pine.
he merely gapes.
” y’all’s twoleg lets you keep all’a that? mine’d be raisin’ hell! “ his lip twists and eyes widen, a grimace of a thing that says ive tried. boy, that hadn’t been a good day for anyone.
a low whistle, a prolonged wheeeew of sound from a crooked, grinning maw from where he crouches — in his twenty - odd moons of life, dodge chevy had never made a move to conceal himself in any regard. incapable of shame, some have muttered ; incapable of manners, others had snipped.. but its was nothing the chocolate sepia couldn’t scratch a flea at. he’d lived his life beneath his owners feet and they’d learned to step around him. his interactions with wild cats have been.. insubstantial, to say the very least. almost nonexistent, really.. if you didn’t count the occasional glimpses of lazing, contented faces through their monsters wide, clear eye.
but it had been a long trip. the wide - flanked monster that carried him today huffed and puffed as it crawled into its den for the night, resting it’s tired paws alongside the lines of monsters already long past asleep — and the moment it’s limbs had popped open, he’d taken his chance. after a bubbling trill and a quelling brush against his keeper’s leg, he’d ventured off towards the grassy area to the side of their monster’s newfound nest to stretch his cramped legs. sides, he thinks, it was hard work ignoring their monsters ever - present rumble. he could hardly stay asleep! how was a guy to rest all day in these conditions, huh?
and perhaps that was what led him further into the pine forest, mocha paws plodding absently through the brimming undergrowth. birds sing above, a welcoming song — and he feels the urge to sing back, does so in a quiet, cacophonous hum back to the fluttering heavens. by fate or stupidity one, when the frantic, nearby rustling of leaves sounds, dodge merely pauses. a stilt in his nonchalant sway along the odd - scented path ( did it always smell like that here? ), meadow green eyes only widen when a hunting patrol of wild cats slink from the pine.
he merely gapes.
” y’all’s twoleg lets you keep all’a that? mine’d be raisin’ hell! “ his lip twists and eyes widen, a grimace of a thing that says ive tried. boy, that hadn’t been a good day for anyone.
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i. hes wayyy too far into the territory but without a single brain cell
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DODGE CHEVY
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m. he / him, future daylight warrior of skyclan. sturdy chocolate sepia with evergreen eyes. young and wild, colt - like in all but age ; he is forever exuberant, all boisterous laughter and crooked smiles from gapped teeth. his limbs are sleek and leanly muscled, though not quite long enough to rival the size of his clanmates, leveling him quite a bit shorter than skyclan’s majority. deep mocha tones lightening at the elbows where his short fur feathers messily, surprisingly glossed and well - kept by the haphazard diet his owner offers him. oft coated in strong - smelling soot and something chemical, dodge chevy is an oddity amongst the clans — if only for his.. unique kittypet life.
𖦹 . bisexual, single and widely flirtatious. smells like thunderpath & cheap beer.
𖦹 . auto garage mouser. twenty seven moons, ages every fifty posts. no apprentice.
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