08-10-2018, 12:16 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px; padding-right: 8px; font-family: timesnewroman;"][size=8pt]Sylvina would never openly express it but she quite enjoyed having so many crewmates around her age within the Typhoon. It was comforting knowing that they all would grow up with another — taking on the ranks together and all that sentimental stuff she always tried to suppress. The grownups were always so serious (with the exception of aunt Vandal, of course) and pressed into tides that the young kitten didn’t quite understand. She enjoyed watching her father be diplomatic and address clan alliances; but did she understand much of what the conversation held? No, not really. And that could get tiresome. And so she’d seek the familiarity of her age range.
Sylvina trotted forward, ears perked with interest at the forming group. She hadn’t seen Elia around before — although she knew the hound was Papercutter’s daughter and Captainpaw’s sister, the offspring of Pincher would make a mental note to formally introduce herself some day soon. ”I’m Sylvina,” The ebony pelted feline would reply as she carefully collected herself into a sitting position, body posture straightforward. ”And I know just about every square inch of this island,” She’d declare with pride lacing her voice. ”I like to explore alot.”
YOU SINK YOUR TEETH INTO THE PEOPLE YOU DEPEND ON;
INFECTING EVERYONE, YOU'RE QUITE THE PROBLEM !
sylvina roux-cipher — the typhoon — minnow — bengal cat — information