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Originally Posted by Airiaty
Chiyo nodded and grabbed King’s scruff. He bounded across the fence and jumped down onto the soft grass. He dropped the kit. “Are you alright to walk, or would you like me to carry you?” he mewed, looking at king.
(We can move the roleplay to cat island, if that’s okay!)
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King gazed around, mouth agape. He took in the unfamiliar sights and scents with a curious mind. The little black kit couldn't help the little sense of... fear, that laid in the back of his mind. King looked back up at the cat. "I can walk!" He squeaked. The little kit wanted to prove that he could be something other than a nuisance. His older brother had always bullied him about it, so King was sure to be as helpful as possible.
(go ahead and mention me there in your next post!)