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May 21st, 2017, 07:33 PM
Myik's Tree (https://previews.123rf.com/images/lenazajchikova/lenazajchikova1310/lenazajchikova131000006/24691157-frosty-tree-at-the-top-of-the-hill-Stock-Photo.jpg)
Myik Loves her tree, don't mess with her tree.
Ever
Don't even think about it
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Myik (http://orig00.deviantart.net/d046/f/2017/141/7/7/untitled_drawing_by_trinidy1213-dba056e.png) is a Orange/Tan she-cat with Green & Blue eyes. She has a scars on the right side of her face. She doesn't like to talk about how she got them.
Myik is very annoyed if cats pronounce her name wrong, and she will claw at you if you say her name is a Toms name. (Because it's Pronounced Mike)
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The Blonde/Ginger she cat brushed through the wind, flicking her tail. Her eyes shifting, not missing any sign of prey. Shiffing the air, she gave out a small huff. Myik flicked her tail, running as she spotted a small finch that had landed near her tree. She pounced, feathers flying as she bit the bird. Myik flicked her head up, purring as she walked into the shelter of her tree hallow.
The cat had lined the den with moss and feathers, and adding a twoleg pelt someone had left on the hill. She remembered seeing it with some sort of basket, a twoleg had ran down the hill with it's kit and a strange flying thing. Myik had eaten the food and taken her time to lay the pelt in her den, keeping it dry.
She had taken it out in the rain, and struggled to dry it out every week because she couldn't stand the old musty smell. Myik had just cleaned it, and was busy picking off the feathers to add to her nest. Once done, she collected the feathers in a pile and ate her meal. Myik walked out, taking the old feathers out and replacing them after cleaning the scraps left by the bird.
Myik Loves her tree, don't mess with her tree.
Ever
Don't even think about it
--
Myik (http://orig00.deviantart.net/d046/f/2017/141/7/7/untitled_drawing_by_trinidy1213-dba056e.png) is a Orange/Tan she-cat with Green & Blue eyes. She has a scars on the right side of her face. She doesn't like to talk about how she got them.
Myik is very annoyed if cats pronounce her name wrong, and she will claw at you if you say her name is a Toms name. (Because it's Pronounced Mike)
--
The Blonde/Ginger she cat brushed through the wind, flicking her tail. Her eyes shifting, not missing any sign of prey. Shiffing the air, she gave out a small huff. Myik flicked her tail, running as she spotted a small finch that had landed near her tree. She pounced, feathers flying as she bit the bird. Myik flicked her head up, purring as she walked into the shelter of her tree hallow.
The cat had lined the den with moss and feathers, and adding a twoleg pelt someone had left on the hill. She remembered seeing it with some sort of basket, a twoleg had ran down the hill with it's kit and a strange flying thing. Myik had eaten the food and taken her time to lay the pelt in her den, keeping it dry.
She had taken it out in the rain, and struggled to dry it out every week because she couldn't stand the old musty smell. Myik had just cleaned it, and was busy picking off the feathers to add to her nest. Once done, she collected the feathers in a pile and ate her meal. Myik walked out, taking the old feathers out and replacing them after cleaning the scraps left by the bird.