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 Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 11:09 am
It had been wet these past few days, and puddles were everywhere. The morning mist was dissipating, and the mid-day sun was warming the lands. Soon all the mudholes would be dried up. For someone who valued cleaniliness, this was torture, but for Yaya, well,...
The little dark gray cub came prancing down a path, with dark mud blotching her coat. She couldn't have been any more pleased with her mud-caked self. She tried not to think of the scolding and bath that would come later - oooooh, she did hate baths! - and enjoy the time she had to be dirty. As it were though, most of her playmates had run off, and now she was left to play alone. Yaya didn't like to be alone. She likes to have someone around that she could compete with, and make laugh. Maybe it was time to go look for someone....
and so, the gray, and now brown, cub meandered about, wide ebony eyes looking for anyone who she might be able to play with -- after all, everyone was a friend! She knew no enemies. Even her 'rivals' were friends.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 3:59 am
The white cub padded along, her gold-tipped paws crossing the land without so much as a whisper. As she walked, she gave off a sense of coiled grace, as if every single muscle in her body contributed to her motion, as if every muscle worked and strove for the gentle perfection that was her gait.
It was the result of hard work and patience, which the cub in question had been training ever since she could remember. There was something about the complete mastery over every part of her body that gave her a fizzing sense of satisfaction, and she had done what she had needed to in order to achieve it. Granted, she was still slowly getting there, and there was still quite a bit she had to improve on, but what she had managed to achieve so far was, she knew, something she should be proud of.
She wasn't quite as small as most other cubs she had grown up with, and she wasn't what anyone could call dainty. But she was tall, and even as a cub, it was obvious that once she matured, her frame would be lean but muscular. There was just something about her that was slightly different, and in truth she embraced it. It made her stand out, made her less forgettable.
Her tail flickered as she stepped into a muddy pool of water, her paws gently rippling the surface, and she smirked, self-satisfied, to herself. Not a splash. She didn't have anything against a little mud, but it always gave her a sense of accomplishment when she could navigate the puddles without so much as dirtying her coat.
But it wasn't much entertainment. She glanced up with a small pout. Now, where was everybody?
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 9:30 am
Yaya almost walked right up to the other, without even noticing she was there - that was how off in her own world she had become, obviously bored with trying to find people. But luckily before then she snapped out of it, and a grin found its way onto her face. Yaya crouched down, and with a playful cry, lept~!
"Haaaaaa!"
She was like a little flying mudball flying through the sky.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 2:28 am
She turned her eyes downward into the water she was standing in, and a small smile crept onto her face as she saw her sky blue eyes reflected back at her in the muddy water. It was so interesting, she mused, that she should be able to see herself in water.
"I, what-" Out of nowhere, a blur of black fur sang through the air and flew into her. She sensed, before she saw, the imminent arrival of black cub, and instinctively she relaxed her muscles. The momentum of the little black cub sent Andraste tumbling through the puddle she had so carefully maneuvered only moments ago.
She emerged, dripping, and slowly rose to her paws, still bewildered at what had just occurred. Her eyes landed on the black cub, then a decisive look stole across her face, and she reacted. Suddenly, she plowed forward and then jumped, sending herself flying back at the other cub with a small smile lingering about her face.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:07 pm
The whole time Yaya was in a fit of giggles. Supprise attacks were fun!
Then a squeel escaped her as the other cub retailiated, and Yaya was fell backwasrds, getting even dirtier. Her fit of joyful laughter started again.
"Mud fiiiiiight!"
let the mud-slinging commence!
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 4:21 am
Mud fight?
Andraste turned her head to look at the black cub. As she did so, her momentum carried her past Yaya, and a yelp escaped the white cub as her paw caught on a rock, and she pitched forward toward the ground. She narrowly avoided a complete faceplant, twisting her body vigorously as she fell.
She grinned as she scrambled back up onto her paws. Digging deep, she scooped a pawful of mud and flung it at the other cub. It was a mud fight, after all!
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