08-28-2018, 09:04 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]who? linux was just maybe too young to truly understand who the seemingly foreign individual who called himself captainpaw was, because the young milky child had not the foggiest who the boy was. a fellow typhoon member obviously. from the voices of the older typhoon members linux found her paws taking her form towards the huddle gathered members all crowding the returning captainpaw. if the others trusted him then linux supposed there was no reason for her not to either than. "you look terrible." flatly the young naive child came out with the rude statement without the nasty intent, but failed to filter out what was unnecessary and what was important yet.
blush pink gaze raked over captainpaw's tired and worn-out frame, his wrecked state somewhat shocking the smaller kitten in it's fragility. it was a mystery to the child how the boy was even alive, and an even bigger mystery as to how the mambas were going to fix him. linux admittedly was eager to hear from cap all about where he went. it didn't seem like a fun place.
blush pink gaze raked over captainpaw's tired and worn-out frame, his wrecked state somewhat shocking the smaller kitten in it's fragility. it was a mystery to the child how the boy was even alive, and an even bigger mystery as to how the mambas were going to fix him. linux admittedly was eager to hear from cap all about where he went. it didn't seem like a fun place.