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Post by James "Jimmy" Macdonald Hudson on May 12, 2013 13:06:42 GMT -5
Jimmy leaned back, taking the rare opportuninty that the feral actually had, to have some time to himself. How did the teenager choose to utilize his time you may ask? Well, when most of your time is encompassed by things such as schoolwork and power training things such as having a few minutes to relax and eat lunch became a much-desired luxury. Perched upon a brick wall, near the sign with the school's name on it, with one leg hanging over the side of the red-rock construct while leaning back slightly. He slowly ate the somewhat messy food with his left hand, so slight skin stains on his fingers later would be a very distinct possibility.
The food sitting in a bowl in his right hand was just a rather small serving of spaghetti, just something he had prepared earlier from a recipe his mom had taught him back home, it was nothing special overall. The important part was that it was food that reminded the young foreigner of his home. Taking a bite of the piece of toast that came with it, Hudson smiled as he chewed the darkened piece of bread.
Today, in the early summer sun, Hudson wore a pair of dark jeans with a bright red t-shirt. Over his t-shirt was a flannel shirt with long sleeves, though these were rolled up slightly to reach the approximate area of his forearms. His feet hanging over the sides of the wall were covered in bright white socks and a pair of denim blue converse sneakers.
Overall, Jimmy didn't appear to be doing anything interesting on an overall uninteresting day.
[Sorry for the quality, was a bit rushed]
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Catseye
Academy
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Post by Catseye on May 21, 2013 15:39:17 GMT -5
Catseye was on the hunt. Then again the catgirl was always on some sort of hunt but this time no any prey would do. She smelled food and have taking the gardens as her domains all food most be given to her as an offering. It was a rule, a rule only written in her head but a rule none the less. Rules were rules and beside the point she was hungry.
The lavender cat hid among a flowering bush which surprisingly gave her good camouflage. The bringer of the offering was apparently another feral, she could tell by his scent. Him being a feral probably meant that he would not give over the offering willingly. There might be a fight but she had other forms for that and her claws had been properly sharpened. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth like a rattle snake, she did so love the hunt.
Her butt wiggled and then she leapt through the bushes. She landed on feral boy’s lap as if it was a natural place for her to be. She stared at him and mew her demand of offering. Figuring he didn’t speak cat she quickly move to claim the food for herself not even waiting for his response. She moved to knock the food out of his hand with her head. At the moment she was keeping her teeth and claws to herself. Once the food got into the dirt humans usually lost interest in it. Catseye found this human practice silly but was not above using it to her advantage.
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