~A Wisp of Sand~ a a desert cat tribe rp

(Yay. I'm ignored. :D)
(I can't like that because I'm ignoring you I mean..... huh? )
Willow reluctantly looked up from her paws. "I can't tell," she meowed.
(What is it supposed to be?...)
Crimson looked, letting her fall on her side because of his curiosity. "Why it's a bit of calf Thunderer ivory. He must have gotten it from the dead calf." He commented.
 
Willow fell to her side. "Watch yourself next time will ya!?" she hissed. The second she ended her complaint she regretted it. The she-cat struggled to get up, but when she did she sat down stared down at her paws.
 
Willow fell to her side. "Watch yourself next time will ya!?" she hissed. The second she ended her complaint she regretted it. The she-cat struggled to get up, but when she did she sat down stared down at her paws.
"Sorry," Crimson mumbled with sincerity. He helped her up, and helped her walk. He had heard of a few of the rumors going around. "What is going to happen once we get to the jungle?" He asked.
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Falcon listened to the other cats talk politics.
 
"Sorry," Crimson mumbled with sincerity. He helped her up, and helped her walk. He had heard of a few of the rumors going around. "What is going to happen once we get to the jungle?" He asked.
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Falcon listened to the other cats talk politics.
Willow put some of her weight on Crimson's shoulder. "I've heard there's huge lizards in the jungle," she replied.
 
Willow put some of her weight on Crimson's shoulder. "I've heard there's huge lizards in the jungle," she replied.
"Huh," he said. He didn't understand the appeal of politics, but Falcon did. Politics are life, he thought.
 

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