MONKEY SEE monkey do.

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i m a g e ,
such a blur.

She- cat slunk slowly through the trees. This was about her fastest pace at this time. Though she did still have a while to go, she was still pregnant. In fact she didn't even remember who's cubs they would be. But that didn't matter to the female. She hadn't wanted them in the first place but she refused to kill them off. It wasn't her way. "Aladdin where are you?" she called out suddenly, missing her Aladdin. Where had he gone? She took a glance behind her, and didn't see him. She let out a whimper, but the discovered her Aladdin by her side. Though Aladdin was two years younger than her, he was already biggger than her. "Don't worry. I'm right here," he said calmly. Image looked at her little Aladdin and sighed. She had been afraid for a minute. And though Aladdin was the younger one he still was the more mature one. "Oh there you are. I thought I lost you, don't do that..." the female babbled on until she was cut off. A scowl passed over her, before she dropped it. She had to listen to this one. "Stop babbling," her Smoky snapped at her. The female nodded obidently. Do not say ANYTHING againist the Smoky and you shall be okay. So the she- cat continued on her way silently.

"I'm tired," the vix complained. She stopped moving, and collapsed on the ground. She was exhausted, and being pregnant did not help anything at all. Aladdin dropped down next to her, and she offered him a smile. Smoky of course still floated in front of her. "Fine. Stay here forever," her Smoky said to her. Image's response was a groan. She couldn't move. A pleading look was shot at Aladdin. But the fem's eyes closed as she fell into a light sleep. Though it was hard to sleep. There whispers around her, and the father of her cubs haunted her dreams. The only thing was she never got a clear view of the other cat. So she had no idea what was going on. But as she got closer to conciousness the louder the whispers got. And finally she cracked open an eye, it was just Aladdin and Smoky. They were arguing about her. Wait, since when did Aladdin and Smoky talk? She hadn't known they did. "What's going on?" she asked with a yawn. She stretched as she watched the two companions. Aladdin was glaring at Smoky, and Image could almost here Smoky snappish voice lingering in the air around them. Scrambling to her feet, she stumbled for a second and caught her balance while shooting looks at the pair. "What happened?" she asked again this time more urgently. She was getting scared. Something had to have happened. "Nothing. It doesn't matter anymore but lets keep moving," Smoky said curtly. They had been arguing wether or not to let Image stay where she was or not. Smoky thought this place was dangereous while Aladdin thought it was just fine. Image's gaze went to Aladdin.

All he did was nod. Well fine then don't tell her anything. She began to walking forward, behind Smoky but in front of Aladdin. This time she was silent. She was mad at both her Smoky and her Aladdin. What good were they if they didn't tell her anything. "Image..." Aladdin began. Image just stuck her nose in the air. "No don't talk to me. I'm mad at you," she told him twitching her tail. She didn't like anyone right now. Of course that could be part of the mood swings. who knew? But she kept glancing over her shoulder. She may be mad but she wouldn't lose her aladdin.

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! ooc: gross post sorry. they will be longer. you can not see or talk to smoky or aladdin [pink and brown text]

[~ ashira]

difference.

Sure, Naratou was different, but only because he wanted to be. He wanted to break the flow, do something unique. What was so bad about that? No - really. Didn't life get boring after a while? He liked to do stuff his own way, and that made his life so much more exciting. He wouldn't want to live the ordinary way. No siree.

Optics followed a beautiful purple butterfly, mouth wide open with fascination. So much grace, so much beauty. Naratou pranced after it, lifting his feet as gracefully as he could. Well, truth be told, it wasn't so graceful. One might look at him and think that him, Naratou, was like a fish on the sand, flopping and jumping. No, Naratou did not have an ounce of grace in his bulky bod. Aww...the butterfly flew away. She must have not like him. No one liked him.

Sighing, he continued on. Destination nowhere. If he got somewhere, then he would have reached some unknown destination. Oh well, he didn't really care. He had all the time in the world. The leopard was under no pressure to be great or fearless. His view of self-image had vanished. All that was left was a few childhood memories. Now, Naratou was smarter than he looked, he just acted that way to amuse himself. He acted that way because it was the only way he knew how. He needed to entertain him, and only him.

Aladinn, where are you?

He jumped at the sound of the voice. Who was that? He spun around, glance darting everywhere, looking for the source. No one. Convinced that it was his feather, Kashii, playing tricks on him, he continued on. Did Naratou believe that Kashii could talk? No. Did Naratou even like Kashii? No. What was Kashii for? To blame everything on. That was Kashii's sole purpose. The beautiful feather strung around his nape didn't keep him any company at all. He was just there to feel Naratou's anger and blame. But, luckily Naratou didn't get angry very much. He just blamed things.

The brute continued energetically to his nowhere destination, swinging his head as his pads carried him effortlessly throughout the island. Lids closed, hiding his hazel eyes. He felt the soothing wind blow past his golden pelt. Kashii liked the wind. Naratou liked the wind. It was like the leopard was born to fly, but was bound to the earth. Stupid ground. The leopard mix spat at the foliage-covered earth.

Then he heard the same voice. A girl's voice. This time he knew it couldn't be Kashii. Kashii was a boy. This time he told himself - don't be afriad, and went after the voice. Steps were quite cautious, and he didn't know what to expect. But something drove him, Naratou, onward. A figure appeared in the distance. A lone figure. Who was she talking to? This was interesting.

He broke into a jog, and came upon her quickly. Remembering the thing they called 'manners', he dipped his head to her. But, manners forgotten, he addressed more important matters.

"Hello! I'm Naratou." He paused. "Who were you talking to?"

The brute was acutally five winters, but no one could tell that about him. He acted so much younger.

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OMG! I'm so sorry my poor zephy- butt. -pets- i have been busy and crap >.< and i have no image muse right now. but your post will be coming. promise.

[kiara]

Kiara slunk among the think underbrush, the scent of two cats coming over her senses. She neither slowed nor picked up her pace. Her paws skimmed the foliage underground, sometimes kicking up bits of dust and snow. She needed to meet new cats, new friends. Her steps were quite cautious, still trying to reunite herself with the world she had lost many years ago.

As she trudged on, thoughts drifted through her mind, remembering the day her parents were killed. She paused, shuddered and shook her pelt, to rid the thought from her mind. She then came across the memories of those in the zoo, the fierce, angered animals she met. Oh, how she had hated that life.

She looked down on her large, furry right paw, there jingled a bracelet made by her mother. The many beautiful stones it had on it. She let out a low quiet purr. She then moved her large head over to her left paw, there, remained the torn, unusual bracelet the keepers had put on her paw. The purr was gone and the rumbling that came out of her slightly parted jaw was now a deep, sad growl.

The femme snow leopard suddenly picked up speed, finally coming into a large clearing. She sat down and began grooming her ruffled pelt. She curled her large, ringed tail over the bottom most part of her body, giving herself some warmth. She finished swiping her maw over her pelt and picked up her head, looking around the clearing, her golden eyes scanning every object in site. Her jaw was now open a bit more, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she was not in reality but, in the world of her dreams.

The large femme was quite tired, her journey had brought her quite far so, she lay down. She stretched her paws in front of her body, her hind legs bending. As she thought, she folded most of her tongue back into her mouth. She set her head on her paws and closed her large eyes, soon being pulled into the depth of sleep that overwhelmed her. She kept her ears pricked, but stayed laying in the middle of the clearing, her breathing slow and easy.