Board Thread:Archive/@comment-24866242-20140517080038/@comment-24866242-20140517082102

Katrylle Morgahn posted July 25, 1996 02:28 AM

(Orion)

There was one thing ta be said about cat licks. They felt lick sandpaper, especially to a nose as sensitive as Orion's. The tiny pin-covered tongue rasped across the cold, wet nose, tickling it something fierce. He couldn't help but do what felt right, he sneezed, hard. He quickly straightened and bore down, breathing hard across the two little furballs. He leaned forward closer to the them and sounded a slow, quiet growl of warning to them, to let them know who was boss, as well as positions on the food chain.

He sat and stared down at them, keeping them cornered, his deep brown eyes burning into the youngsters, to reinforce the rules of life around here.