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

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Iris stuck her nose in Willow and Ming-Mings business again. "Why were you talking to them?" She asked.
 
(Oh yeah, Falcon..hehehe can somebody make his mate?) Falcon was happy to see his pessimistic nosy little friend finally tire of him.
(I can If you want... just gimme her info.)


Iris stuck her nose in Willow and Ming-Mings business again. "Why were you talking to them?" She asked.
Ming-Ming turned her gaze to Iris although her body was still facing the toms. "Because this stupid furball-," she stopped speaking when Willow put her tail over Ming-Ming's mouth. "We're just trying to get something out of Crimson." Ming-Ming glared at her sister, who was hiding something.
 
(Hmm, another one of those ppl who aren't original so they like all your posts. I bet you'd like your own posts if you could. LILJOE!!!!!)
 
"Hmm!" Said the conceded brat who called herself Iris. "I think you like that Crimson... But he's no good. If you made it into his family he'd probably murder you and your children."
 

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