Post by {{♠Dahlia✈}} on Nov 3, 2008 18:46:41 GMT -5
Name: Allie
Age: 12 moons
Link to Picture:
www.flickr.com/photos/wotti/1760020417/
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Rogue
Short Description: Allie: Small shy she-cat with beautiful violet eyes
Description:
Allie is a small black she-cat with beautiful violet colored eyes. Like her sister she is extreamly tiny in size, maybe a couple inches smaller than Jolly. Her ears are slightly rounded, a bit more pointed then Jolly's. Her eyes are on the other hand are actually round, huge and innocent. Beautiful in their own way, especially with their odd violet color. Her claws, however, are just like Jolly's. Long and hooked. She currently only has one scar which rests on her right flank, hardly noticiable. Because of her small size, and innocent eyes many cats leave Allie alone. Unless of course they just like to terrorize her.
Personality:
Allie's personality is like the polar opposite of Jolly's. She's shy, quiet and hardly ever leaps into battle. Unless the situation isn't something you can avoid she usually doesn't fight with anyone. Because of her lack in fighting, she would do very poorly if she were to ever be seperated from Griffin and Jolly. Not because she isn't a good fighter, she just doesn't do well under stress. Because of her shy nature Allie only really knows Jolly and Griffin, not any other rogues. Though sometimes she does talk with loners, and she visits June now and again. Being as kind hearted as she is, and empathetic she can't stand to ignore cats. She has to visit them sometimes, she even talks with Fang now and then. She loves Griffin, and Jolly with all of her heart, and would probably die without them. Though smart, and an excellent hunter Allie would probably pull a Little Ann if Jolly and Griffin were to die on her.
History:
Allie was born to Jasper and Petal who were both rogues. Allie's only biological sibling is Jolly, though she does count Griffin as a member of the family. Unfortunatly though Griffin doesn't exactly lump himself in as a sibling, more or less a protector. Or Guardian or something. However, a little while before Allie was born her father Jasper left her mother pregnant and alone. He didn't exactly think he was cut out to be dad, so he left. Allie doesn't hold it against him. Two moons after Allie was born her mother fell deathly ill, almost losing her life. After much thought her mother put Allie and her sister in the care of Griffin's mother June. It was here that Allie grew to know Griffin, June and Fang. Most of her life she spent growing up with two littermates, and a father figure.Though Fang wasn't a very kind one at that. By six moons Allie was already a very smart she-cat, advanced for her age. She would have made a wonderful medcat, considering her views on fighting. At six moons she left her home with her two littermates, learning how to hunt and fight from Griffin. Which was difficult considering he was at the time only 8 moons old. It wasn't long after she'd learned how to fight when they all three got into a fight with a nasty rogue. Her scar on her flank was the only wound he managed to inflict on her before Jolly went bilistic with anger. Since then Allies been in a few fights, usually ending with Griffin or Jolly getting the worst of it.
Role Playing Example:
Allie leaned forward, her body pressing closer to the tree limb as she carefully looked down below her. Jolly wasn't far under her, her nose in the air.
"Allie I can smell you." Jolly said exasperated. Allie sighed, she always had to ruin the game, why not just play along. She would have liked to tell Jolly that but instead she nimbly, and gracefully leaped from the tree.
"Have you found Griffin?" She asked tipping her head to the side. Jolly grinned at her and shook her head.
"Have you ever thought of hiding somewhere I can't smell you?" Jolly asked, flicking her tail playfully at her. Allie shrugged her shoulders, she liked hiding in obvious places.
"You cheat though, your not suppose to use your nose." Allie pointed out gently. Jolly only rolled her eyes though and bounded forward a couple tail lengths before turning back to her.
"S'not cheating really, especially since your hard to miss." Jolly grinned. "Anways do you know where Griffin is?" Allie shook her head, there was no way she was going to give this one away. His hiding places where always pretty good but this one was downright magnificent.
"Not a word."
"Maybe a clue," Jolly pleaded widening her blue eyes. Allie chuckled softly at her immature sister before turning toward the tree, she looked around a bit then back to her sisters now smiling blue eyes. "You rock.!" and then her sister was bounding away to where Griffin was surely hiding.
Codeword: Polar Bear
Name: Griffin
Age: 14 moons
Link to Picture: www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Malta/MalteseCat_196.jpg
Couldn't find cat with Crimson colored eyes, sorry.
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Rogue
Short Description: Griffin: Huge Golden-Orange tabby tom w/ crimson colored eyes
Description:
Griffin is a huge golden-orange tabby tom with long talon-hooked claws. His front legs are white, along with his muzzle.. However, Griffin's back legs are also striped. His fur is slick and short, showing of his well developed muscles. Though the tomcat is young he is an excellent fighter and pretty strong already. His ears which were once pointed are now somewhat nicked because of so many fights. Even though Griffin is quit young, cats still shy away from him because of his ragged appearnce. Especially because of his crimsion colored eyes. His tail, which is slim and long, has the tip missing. Many of his other scars are across his flanks and one across his right eye. His worst scar however slides from the top of his muzzle to the tip, ending at his nose.
Personality:
Griffin is a strong smart young tom. He takes the time to think about what he's doing and trys to make sure to get out of problems the safe way. When its comes to fighting Griffin is a frightening tom, you don't want him to be agaisnt you. He has no mercy for those who hurt others, especially those who hurt Jolly and Allie. Considering his scars and ragged appearance many cats know what they are in for when they start a fight with Griffin. Which isn't often, they usually try to avoid him. Though a fierce fighter, and stubborn Griffin does have a big heart. He's gentle and teasing, though he can be harsh sometimes. He loves kits, and loves to take care of others, in some ways it seems he would be much better as a Clan cat. However, he is quit happy where he is.
History:
Griffin was born to a kittypet June and a loner named Fang. After his mother became pregnant with Griffin she ran away from her home to live with her mate Fang, and soon she befriended a rogue named Petal. Four moons after she gave birth to her only kit, Griffin, her best friend Petal became deathly ill and left her with her own two kits. Griffin soon became attached to the newcombers in the family. He became very protective of his mother and two new littermates as he got older. When he finally became six moons old his father Fang began to teach him how to hunt and fight. His father being a fierce cat was harsh in his training, which is one of the reasons Griffin is so kind and gentle. Making sure to promise to never be that cruel or mean to other cats. Finally when he became 8 moons old Fang also began to teach Allie and Jolly. In his rage and anger Griffin demanded that June teach the two younger cats, Fang inraged at being downgrading by his own son left his mark. The scar over Griffin's right eye. Not long after Griffin, Allie, and Jolly left June and tracked out on their own. Griffin a fast begin a fast learning, prefected his own fighting techniques and hunting techniques then taught Jolly and Allie. Since then he's been in many fights, considering the scars all along his body. Especially because he always has to drag Jolly out of life threatining scraps. Now at 14 moons the tomcat still looks out for his two younger littermates.
Role Playing Example:
Griffin locked his muscles, his lips curling over his teeth in a fearsome sight. A low growl built up from somewhere deep in his chest, his tail flicking back and forth in a swift jerky movement.
"Back down kit!" The opponent spat, his brown tail flicking nervously. He looked Griffin up and down for a moment before stopping at his murderously angry crimsion eyes.
"You'll regret stepping foot here kit!" and then he leaped a warning yowl errupting around fom him. The brown cat met him a second late, crashing into Griffin akwardly. Griffin let out a strange growl before aiming a strike at the tomcats muzzle. A cry of pain escaped the cats maw before he backed out of range. Griffin advanced again aiming a swipe toward the cats head.
"Stop!" The cat yelped as Griffin's teeth locked around the cats back paw. Griffin paused a brief second before realising the tomcat. With a wary expression he backed away a couple tail lengths. The battle had only lasted a mere four seconds. "I'm sorry," and then the brown cat bolted.
"Mouse," A she-cat grumbled behind him. Griffin turned slowly to stare at a small beautiful black she-cat. She was sitting comfortable, her paw raised in the air as if she'd been licking it.
"Your calling him a mouse because?" Griffin asked tipping his head to the side. He tried to keep the smile off his face as he watched the she-cat shrug. Jolly was so weird.
"Simply because he couldn't even last five seconds in a fight with you." Jolly meowed with a shake of her head. She looked innocently up at Griffin before looking back down again.
"Oh and you think you could last longer huh?" He murmured, trying to picture the thought of him fighting Jolly. It wasn't because she was small, or a bad fighter. No Jolly was a wonderful fighter, though she didn't stop to think things through first. It was because he didn't think he had the heart to fight with her. He shook his head, it was good thing she couldn't here is thoughts she'd leap at him here and now. However, she only sighed before carefully getting to her paws.
"Probably but I'm hungry so lets eat instead." She mewed shaking her pelt out. Griffin tipped his head to the side watching as she bolted away. How strange.
Codeword: Polar Bear
Name: Jolly
Age: Jolly
Link to Picture:
Jolly: www.flickr.com/photos/jonesarruda/193513451/
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Rogue
Short Description: Jolly: Small black she-cat w/ feathery like fur.
Description:
Jolly is a small, black she-cat with feather soft fur. Her body is slight, and tiny a little smaller compared to other cats her age. Because of her small size, and soft pelt many mistake the she-cat for a small 8 moon old cat. Her ears are slightly rounded at the top, and set off her beautiful eyes. Her eyes are a blue/teal color, almost green colored in the right light. Though the she-cat is small, her claws are quite long and hooked. Making climbing trees much easier for her, especially with her long narrow tail. Because of her small size Jolly also has cute small paws. Despite the nick in her right ear, and the long scar curving between her shoulder blades Jolly looks pretty harmless.
Personality:
Jolly: Though small in size she is nothing short of brave, or stupid which ever the person prefers. She doesn't back down from fights, especially when it means protecting her sister Allie. Even though she same attitude is what got her those scars. She can be pretty downright stubborn sometimes. When it comes to those she loves though this little she-cat becomes a fierce opponet, well for her age anyway. Jolly is very outgoing, and loves making new friends. However, she is cautious when it comes to meeting new people, she isn't that dumb. This small rambuctious she-cat also loves warm weather. Though she is quit excited about seeing her first snowfall this coming year. Jolly loves water, everything about it. It seems to fascinate the she-cat, the way it moves and the way it feels agaisnt her pelt. All except for when she gets out and she has to dry.
History:
Jolly was born to Jasper and Petal who were both rogues. She only has and had one other littler mate, her sister Allie. During the birth of Jolly and Allie her father dissapeard, though later as she grew she began to believe he was murdered. Hardly considering he was a rogue. Though she doesn't want to believe it he simply walked out two days before Petal gave birth to two healthy kits. Not long after she was born, when Jolly was about 2 moons her mother became sick and not able to take care of her kits gave them to her friend who was also nursing. Jolly's foster mother is named June. She was at the time nursing one other kit, Griffin. A huge golden colored tomcat. The three then grew up as littlermates, and best friends. Griffin usually in the lead, being about two moon older than Jolly and Allie. Finally at about 6 moons Jolly decided to go off with Allie, and Griffin. June had no objections, though they were young June wasn't actually to worried about them. If they ever needed help she would be there. No long after the three set out on their own Jolly got into a scrap with an older rogue, which almost cost her, her life if Griffin hadn't come to the rescue. Now at 12 moons she still tends to get into fights and yet they always end with Griffin saving her neck.
Role Playing Example:
Jolly's RPG: A yowl of agony ripped through the clearing, sending shivers of panic down Jolly's spin. With a low hiss she bolted forward out of some bracken, the fur on her shoulders bristling with fear.
"Allie!" she yowled in panic, whirling around. She breathed deeply for a moment, trying desperatly to keep herself calm. With a silent curse toward Griffin for making her stay put she spun around. Looking desperatly for her only sibling. "Allie? Griffin?" This time she called louder, trying desperatly to sniff them out.
"Jolly!" Someone hissed from beside her. With a hiss she whirled around her claws mere inches from the tomcats pelt before she made herself stop. She blinked in confusion for a moment before raising her head to be eye level with the huge golden tom, none as Griffin. He flicked his tail in annoyance, though amusement raged for a brief second in his eyes. "You mousebrain what are you doing?"
"What am I doing!" She snapped her tail flicking as she glared angrilly up at him. "I'm trying to figure out where Allie is!" Griffin took a deep breath before jerking his head to the right revealing not far behind a small, black she-cat behind him. Jolly relaxed, letting relief wash over her.
"Now are you going to stop prancing around and yelling?" He asked clearly annoyed that she'd come out here. With a last glare toward him she nodded and then leaped off to tackle her sister.
"Are you ok?" She asked breathlessly, fighting to keep the worry off her face. Allie looked up at her with her curious violet eyes, and then nodded. "Good," Jolly licked her lightly for a moment before wrapping her tail securly around the she-cats shoulders.
"Mousebrained fool," Griffin grumbled. However, for once Jolly didn't care as long as Allie was safe.
Codeword: Polar Bear
Age: 12 moons
Link to Picture:
www.flickr.com/photos/wotti/1760020417/
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Rogue
Short Description: Allie: Small shy she-cat with beautiful violet eyes
Description:
Allie is a small black she-cat with beautiful violet colored eyes. Like her sister she is extreamly tiny in size, maybe a couple inches smaller than Jolly. Her ears are slightly rounded, a bit more pointed then Jolly's. Her eyes are on the other hand are actually round, huge and innocent. Beautiful in their own way, especially with their odd violet color. Her claws, however, are just like Jolly's. Long and hooked. She currently only has one scar which rests on her right flank, hardly noticiable. Because of her small size, and innocent eyes many cats leave Allie alone. Unless of course they just like to terrorize her.
Personality:
Allie's personality is like the polar opposite of Jolly's. She's shy, quiet and hardly ever leaps into battle. Unless the situation isn't something you can avoid she usually doesn't fight with anyone. Because of her lack in fighting, she would do very poorly if she were to ever be seperated from Griffin and Jolly. Not because she isn't a good fighter, she just doesn't do well under stress. Because of her shy nature Allie only really knows Jolly and Griffin, not any other rogues. Though sometimes she does talk with loners, and she visits June now and again. Being as kind hearted as she is, and empathetic she can't stand to ignore cats. She has to visit them sometimes, she even talks with Fang now and then. She loves Griffin, and Jolly with all of her heart, and would probably die without them. Though smart, and an excellent hunter Allie would probably pull a Little Ann if Jolly and Griffin were to die on her.
History:
Allie was born to Jasper and Petal who were both rogues. Allie's only biological sibling is Jolly, though she does count Griffin as a member of the family. Unfortunatly though Griffin doesn't exactly lump himself in as a sibling, more or less a protector. Or Guardian or something. However, a little while before Allie was born her father Jasper left her mother pregnant and alone. He didn't exactly think he was cut out to be dad, so he left. Allie doesn't hold it against him. Two moons after Allie was born her mother fell deathly ill, almost losing her life. After much thought her mother put Allie and her sister in the care of Griffin's mother June. It was here that Allie grew to know Griffin, June and Fang. Most of her life she spent growing up with two littermates, and a father figure.Though Fang wasn't a very kind one at that. By six moons Allie was already a very smart she-cat, advanced for her age. She would have made a wonderful medcat, considering her views on fighting. At six moons she left her home with her two littermates, learning how to hunt and fight from Griffin. Which was difficult considering he was at the time only 8 moons old. It wasn't long after she'd learned how to fight when they all three got into a fight with a nasty rogue. Her scar on her flank was the only wound he managed to inflict on her before Jolly went bilistic with anger. Since then Allies been in a few fights, usually ending with Griffin or Jolly getting the worst of it.
Role Playing Example:
Allie leaned forward, her body pressing closer to the tree limb as she carefully looked down below her. Jolly wasn't far under her, her nose in the air.
"Allie I can smell you." Jolly said exasperated. Allie sighed, she always had to ruin the game, why not just play along. She would have liked to tell Jolly that but instead she nimbly, and gracefully leaped from the tree.
"Have you found Griffin?" She asked tipping her head to the side. Jolly grinned at her and shook her head.
"Have you ever thought of hiding somewhere I can't smell you?" Jolly asked, flicking her tail playfully at her. Allie shrugged her shoulders, she liked hiding in obvious places.
"You cheat though, your not suppose to use your nose." Allie pointed out gently. Jolly only rolled her eyes though and bounded forward a couple tail lengths before turning back to her.
"S'not cheating really, especially since your hard to miss." Jolly grinned. "Anways do you know where Griffin is?" Allie shook her head, there was no way she was going to give this one away. His hiding places where always pretty good but this one was downright magnificent.
"Not a word."
"Maybe a clue," Jolly pleaded widening her blue eyes. Allie chuckled softly at her immature sister before turning toward the tree, she looked around a bit then back to her sisters now smiling blue eyes. "You rock.!" and then her sister was bounding away to where Griffin was surely hiding.
Codeword: Polar Bear
Name: Griffin
Age: 14 moons
Link to Picture: www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Malta/MalteseCat_196.jpg
Couldn't find cat with Crimson colored eyes, sorry.
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Rogue
Short Description: Griffin: Huge Golden-Orange tabby tom w/ crimson colored eyes
Description:
Griffin is a huge golden-orange tabby tom with long talon-hooked claws. His front legs are white, along with his muzzle.. However, Griffin's back legs are also striped. His fur is slick and short, showing of his well developed muscles. Though the tomcat is young he is an excellent fighter and pretty strong already. His ears which were once pointed are now somewhat nicked because of so many fights. Even though Griffin is quit young, cats still shy away from him because of his ragged appearnce. Especially because of his crimsion colored eyes. His tail, which is slim and long, has the tip missing. Many of his other scars are across his flanks and one across his right eye. His worst scar however slides from the top of his muzzle to the tip, ending at his nose.
Personality:
Griffin is a strong smart young tom. He takes the time to think about what he's doing and trys to make sure to get out of problems the safe way. When its comes to fighting Griffin is a frightening tom, you don't want him to be agaisnt you. He has no mercy for those who hurt others, especially those who hurt Jolly and Allie. Considering his scars and ragged appearance many cats know what they are in for when they start a fight with Griffin. Which isn't often, they usually try to avoid him. Though a fierce fighter, and stubborn Griffin does have a big heart. He's gentle and teasing, though he can be harsh sometimes. He loves kits, and loves to take care of others, in some ways it seems he would be much better as a Clan cat. However, he is quit happy where he is.
History:
Griffin was born to a kittypet June and a loner named Fang. After his mother became pregnant with Griffin she ran away from her home to live with her mate Fang, and soon she befriended a rogue named Petal. Four moons after she gave birth to her only kit, Griffin, her best friend Petal became deathly ill and left her with her own two kits. Griffin soon became attached to the newcombers in the family. He became very protective of his mother and two new littermates as he got older. When he finally became six moons old his father Fang began to teach him how to hunt and fight. His father being a fierce cat was harsh in his training, which is one of the reasons Griffin is so kind and gentle. Making sure to promise to never be that cruel or mean to other cats. Finally when he became 8 moons old Fang also began to teach Allie and Jolly. In his rage and anger Griffin demanded that June teach the two younger cats, Fang inraged at being downgrading by his own son left his mark. The scar over Griffin's right eye. Not long after Griffin, Allie, and Jolly left June and tracked out on their own. Griffin a fast begin a fast learning, prefected his own fighting techniques and hunting techniques then taught Jolly and Allie. Since then he's been in many fights, considering the scars all along his body. Especially because he always has to drag Jolly out of life threatining scraps. Now at 14 moons the tomcat still looks out for his two younger littermates.
Role Playing Example:
Griffin locked his muscles, his lips curling over his teeth in a fearsome sight. A low growl built up from somewhere deep in his chest, his tail flicking back and forth in a swift jerky movement.
"Back down kit!" The opponent spat, his brown tail flicking nervously. He looked Griffin up and down for a moment before stopping at his murderously angry crimsion eyes.
"You'll regret stepping foot here kit!" and then he leaped a warning yowl errupting around fom him. The brown cat met him a second late, crashing into Griffin akwardly. Griffin let out a strange growl before aiming a strike at the tomcats muzzle. A cry of pain escaped the cats maw before he backed out of range. Griffin advanced again aiming a swipe toward the cats head.
"Stop!" The cat yelped as Griffin's teeth locked around the cats back paw. Griffin paused a brief second before realising the tomcat. With a wary expression he backed away a couple tail lengths. The battle had only lasted a mere four seconds. "I'm sorry," and then the brown cat bolted.
"Mouse," A she-cat grumbled behind him. Griffin turned slowly to stare at a small beautiful black she-cat. She was sitting comfortable, her paw raised in the air as if she'd been licking it.
"Your calling him a mouse because?" Griffin asked tipping his head to the side. He tried to keep the smile off his face as he watched the she-cat shrug. Jolly was so weird.
"Simply because he couldn't even last five seconds in a fight with you." Jolly meowed with a shake of her head. She looked innocently up at Griffin before looking back down again.
"Oh and you think you could last longer huh?" He murmured, trying to picture the thought of him fighting Jolly. It wasn't because she was small, or a bad fighter. No Jolly was a wonderful fighter, though she didn't stop to think things through first. It was because he didn't think he had the heart to fight with her. He shook his head, it was good thing she couldn't here is thoughts she'd leap at him here and now. However, she only sighed before carefully getting to her paws.
"Probably but I'm hungry so lets eat instead." She mewed shaking her pelt out. Griffin tipped his head to the side watching as she bolted away. How strange.
Codeword: Polar Bear
Name: Jolly
Age: Jolly
Link to Picture:
Jolly: www.flickr.com/photos/jonesarruda/193513451/
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Rogue
Short Description: Jolly: Small black she-cat w/ feathery like fur.
Description:
Jolly is a small, black she-cat with feather soft fur. Her body is slight, and tiny a little smaller compared to other cats her age. Because of her small size, and soft pelt many mistake the she-cat for a small 8 moon old cat. Her ears are slightly rounded at the top, and set off her beautiful eyes. Her eyes are a blue/teal color, almost green colored in the right light. Though the she-cat is small, her claws are quite long and hooked. Making climbing trees much easier for her, especially with her long narrow tail. Because of her small size Jolly also has cute small paws. Despite the nick in her right ear, and the long scar curving between her shoulder blades Jolly looks pretty harmless.
Personality:
Jolly: Though small in size she is nothing short of brave, or stupid which ever the person prefers. She doesn't back down from fights, especially when it means protecting her sister Allie. Even though she same attitude is what got her those scars. She can be pretty downright stubborn sometimes. When it comes to those she loves though this little she-cat becomes a fierce opponet, well for her age anyway. Jolly is very outgoing, and loves making new friends. However, she is cautious when it comes to meeting new people, she isn't that dumb. This small rambuctious she-cat also loves warm weather. Though she is quit excited about seeing her first snowfall this coming year. Jolly loves water, everything about it. It seems to fascinate the she-cat, the way it moves and the way it feels agaisnt her pelt. All except for when she gets out and she has to dry.
History:
Jolly was born to Jasper and Petal who were both rogues. She only has and had one other littler mate, her sister Allie. During the birth of Jolly and Allie her father dissapeard, though later as she grew she began to believe he was murdered. Hardly considering he was a rogue. Though she doesn't want to believe it he simply walked out two days before Petal gave birth to two healthy kits. Not long after she was born, when Jolly was about 2 moons her mother became sick and not able to take care of her kits gave them to her friend who was also nursing. Jolly's foster mother is named June. She was at the time nursing one other kit, Griffin. A huge golden colored tomcat. The three then grew up as littlermates, and best friends. Griffin usually in the lead, being about two moon older than Jolly and Allie. Finally at about 6 moons Jolly decided to go off with Allie, and Griffin. June had no objections, though they were young June wasn't actually to worried about them. If they ever needed help she would be there. No long after the three set out on their own Jolly got into a scrap with an older rogue, which almost cost her, her life if Griffin hadn't come to the rescue. Now at 12 moons she still tends to get into fights and yet they always end with Griffin saving her neck.
Role Playing Example:
Jolly's RPG: A yowl of agony ripped through the clearing, sending shivers of panic down Jolly's spin. With a low hiss she bolted forward out of some bracken, the fur on her shoulders bristling with fear.
"Allie!" she yowled in panic, whirling around. She breathed deeply for a moment, trying desperatly to keep herself calm. With a silent curse toward Griffin for making her stay put she spun around. Looking desperatly for her only sibling. "Allie? Griffin?" This time she called louder, trying desperatly to sniff them out.
"Jolly!" Someone hissed from beside her. With a hiss she whirled around her claws mere inches from the tomcats pelt before she made herself stop. She blinked in confusion for a moment before raising her head to be eye level with the huge golden tom, none as Griffin. He flicked his tail in annoyance, though amusement raged for a brief second in his eyes. "You mousebrain what are you doing?"
"What am I doing!" She snapped her tail flicking as she glared angrilly up at him. "I'm trying to figure out where Allie is!" Griffin took a deep breath before jerking his head to the right revealing not far behind a small, black she-cat behind him. Jolly relaxed, letting relief wash over her.
"Now are you going to stop prancing around and yelling?" He asked clearly annoyed that she'd come out here. With a last glare toward him she nodded and then leaped off to tackle her sister.
"Are you ok?" She asked breathlessly, fighting to keep the worry off her face. Allie looked up at her with her curious violet eyes, and then nodded. "Good," Jolly licked her lightly for a moment before wrapping her tail securly around the she-cats shoulders.
"Mousebrained fool," Griffin grumbled. However, for once Jolly didn't care as long as Allie was safe.
Codeword: Polar Bear
