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Originally Posted by Mystical
@ Lawlipop
One, two, three. Doll rolled over in boredom. One, two, three. Another roll of boredom. Her soft white fur brushed along the grass, and for once, she didn't bother to get up to lick the grass off. She just rolled over. Every time counting. One, two, three. Her soft enchanting eyes even looked a bit dull. Dull? Her eyes? Yes. They seemed dull. They seemed faded. They seemed to have lost they're bright enchanting sea blue. But how was that possible? Eye color couldn't fade! Could it? No. Doll didn't think so. But she wasn't pondering why her eyes had seemingly faded. No, she was just lying there in boredom. One, two, three. She kept rolling, over and over and over, until she hit the fence that blocked her yard from the street. "Ow!" Doll hissed, getting up and shaking herself. What had that been about? Probably her stupidity was Doll's assumption. The molly growled again, and got to her paws, giving her head a thorough shake. By this time she had forgotten why she was so bored in the first place. You see, it doesn't make sense for a cat like Doll to be bored. She's solitary. She doesn't easily get bored. Yet due to her kits, Springkit, Leafkit, and Copperkit, leaving for SkyClan with their father, she had felt a little lonely.
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A feathery, orange tail was up high in the air like a flag raised that carefreely bounced in the air. This tail belonged to no cat other than Harley, a stray cat that had his own little territory in the forest that the kittypets feared so much. They stereotype wild forest cats as big, mean, rude, dangerous and savage. But maybe he wasn't as big because he was originally a kittypet himself, before his housefolk left and put him on the streets. He never seemed to mind it though, for he thrived on them. There would always be one housefolk and their kits that would think if they fed him, they owned him. Sooner or later, he always found a way out of their clutches and back to his wild home. Harley was an average sized cat who was only considered dangerous if you made him mad. He only really left the forest for two main reasons; when finding food gets rough and difficult to mooch off other housefolk, or to try to find himself in the embrace of a pretty she-cat, his Achilles heel. As he paraded merrily on the sides, his eyes looking around as he searched the place, his ears perked up at the sound of a cat hissing nearby. He looked around and something white poking through a fence. Intrigued. he bounds over to where they are and hops on top of it. He looks down and spots his target of the day, a pretty little white house cat. "Why, hello there, precious." he purred, laying down on the fence as his tail swings off the side. "What seems to be the problem?"