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Post by Kenya on Aug 9, 2012 21:01:08 GMT -5
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The fluffed tail of a kittypet disappeared around the corner with an exciting flick. Alaska would never learn her lesson about straying from her House folk. She needed adventure! She needed freedom! She needed.. panic exploding in her as she stumbled into a hole on the hard path her housefolk traveled away in. Picking herself up, she embarrassingly gave her fluffy pelt a few swift licks. Maybe adventure wasn't her thing after all.
Alaska padded down the hard path again, making sure to watch where she put her paws. When she was a kitten her mother told her stories about terrifying cats who eat bones. She meet a loner once who were looking for these cats. So, what was real and what was fiction? Alaska was lost in her thoughts. Again.
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