WITHOUT ME | GATOR FEEDINGS

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza had heard that there were gators that lived around here. In the swamp. Where the air was hot and thick and near unable to be handled by a feline built for the cold such as her. It was to step past the physical boundaries that had her out and wandering through the hotter, swampier part of the territory. It was detested, and she disliked it ever severely. Her pelt felt heavy and as if she was one degree away from combusting into flames. The sight of all the alligators being fed was, well, a sight of itself. Feza did not know that the other was blind- the snow leopard couldn't remember if she'd seen the other pink feline before. They were both pink, and that struck a giddy vibe in her heated form as she came hopping over.

"If she's feeding them, they're probably used to her. They wouldn't bite the paw that feeds them, would they?" Feza mused as she came to a halt. Her wings were spread from her sides to fan her thick pelt, but kept her distance from where the fish was being tossed to the hungry carnivores. She knew she wouldn't bite someone that gave her food. It was the barest amount of logic that she withheld to try to process the concern. "I mean, they could eat her now, but then they would have to work for food later instead of getting fed. That's what a paramecium is," the snow leopard drabbled on, a nod of her head depicting her inward agreement with her words. "Does there have to be a point? I'm sure she has one. Oh, that one right there is really big," the snow leopard cut herself off, tone going from inquisitive to astonished in the brief moment she had paused to take a breath.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY