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Date Posted: 11:07:05 11/18/03 Tue
In reply to:
mirage
's message, ".. try what? .." on 22:05:35 11/17/03 Mon
Not the brightest stars in the sky are we? Her temper dangerously wavering the puma snarled again, lethal teeth bared warning. Mother felines were very temperamental when it came to their young, until the kittens were adolescent those wishing for a "peep" would most likely get their eyes gouged out. Psalm, herself, weighed in the 250s, nothing near a normal 500 pound Siberian; however, maternal instincts could make any creature deadly. You don't have to be big to rip someone's throat out.
So, it looked like the minuet was up, bell's rung, last chance thrown to the wind. As Storm approached Psalm, with all the quickness bred into the mountain lion, reared up and flailed a paw right in between his eyes, claws out and ripping the skin all the way down to his nose, however she restrained herself from clawing at his eyes. That was for the threat against her kits. Growling she turned on Mirage, blazing eyes showing she meant to maul the kit if both didn't turn tail and leave. She could do it to, in her life the puma had brawled with many a tiger, of course she never got away clean, the many scars upon her body were left from chunks of skin taken from her hide.
“What does a mother have to do around here to get some solitude? I would have thought that respect for the young would have been enough!”
There, she had come out of her threats and sharp nature and gone into plain facts and respect.
“I honestly thought you two wouldn’t sink to the level of Bella’donna and Reaper.”
Growling the taffy cat stood her ground, however if there really was to be a fight she knew she would be the one to back down. For the sake of her litter she could not afforded to take part in a massacre.
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Now from the dead grass two pairs of yellow eyes peered out fanaticized by the goings on. The male cub sniffed at the air then turned to look at where the young tiger scent had come from, twin moons now upon the brush and away from the confrontation, low kitten growls emitting over needle pointed teeth.
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