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Post by Indigo Wintertrap on Apr 15, 2008 6:39:41 GMT -5
As easy
as 1,2,3
Indigo grinned. Rose seemed like a pretty cool she-cat. She couldn't wait t get out and have some fun. "Alright!" she cheered with a little laugh. "Sure, sounds great." She grinned, excited to be going off on a little adventure. "Lead the way!" she laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement, anxiousness and impending adrenaline. She definately was a sucker for risks, she thought with another tiny giggle.
Ooh, this would be fun. Fun, fun, fun! Indigo felt like a kit again, setting out to explore the world and broaden her boundaries - push them to the very limits until they ceased to exist and she was free. Which, in a wry way made sense because she now was free: a stray cat. Everyone associated strays with neediness and longing but they were the stupid ones, in Indigo's mind. A stray meant being tough enough to care for yourself. It meant needing no one else - complete and utter independence. Freedom, as she liked to call it.
And, oh yes, at moments like this it meant pure, simple fun.
A,B,C.
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