i wanna be a m i l l i o n a i r e some day {p sand}

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OOC: Random title  Eh, whatevah


Fiesta winced. If random body parts could speak, her paw would be alternating between cussing a blue streak and screaming in pain. D*** servals. How was she supposed to know that little monster would try to bite her foot off when she was fighting its momma? Normal cats, as far as she was concerned, didn't bite people's extremities when they were busy with the important job of fighting. Well, it wasn't like she'd know. Fiesta had never exactly been normal.

The scruffy little she-cat paused, leaning against the wall to give her poor foot a break. She was young, maybe a little too young to go around fighting wildcats twice her size, as far as some of the world was concerned. Like her mother. Like her father. Like her god-awful perfect little suck-up of a sister, Arella. Well, she wasn't gonna have to run for her life the next time around. She'd beat the tar out of any more little servals- or any kind of wildcats- that tried that trick on her again. Fiesta would be fine. She was smart- although a casual observer might theoretically think that she had something more in common with her father Torren than her bright ginger fur.

She frowned. Another difference with Arella. Her little sister, of course, HAD to be absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, like their mom. Fiesta's lip curled in a sneer. Well, being pretty didn't help athletic ability much. Ella'd had to start her training four moons late, on account of being tiny. She was probably still a Trainee. With her father's muscular build, that was something she was better at, at least. The ginger she-cat smiled, the world suddenly perfect.

[sandie [switched accounts]]

A chocolate colored tom sat on a wooden board sticking out of the ceiling above his friend. The usual daily sentence came out, "Top of the morning to ya, dear Fiesta." Morning or afternoon, whatever. Ikuto didn't care.  She seemed to be limping. "Ya'll okay down there?"

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Fiesta grinned up at the little kitten. "And a very good morning to you too, Ikuto." She frowned. "Or is it afternoon?" Eh, whatever. It wasn't like it really mattered. "Yeah, I'm okay." The red tabby swelled in pride. "Bet you can't guess how I got this, eh?" she asked, wiggling her paw at her friend. "Go on, try." That was what war wounds were for, of course: bragging. And Ikuto was such a good-natured little kit, she knew he wouldn't mind.

[sandie [switched accounts]]

[He isn't a kitten]
Ikuto pffed, "Well, Mrs.Dragonslayer, a wild cat, I presume? Get our footy wooty?"

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OOC: I know, but Fiesta sees anyone more that three moons younger than her as a 'kitten'.

Fiesta stuck out her tongue. "You be quiet. And not just any wildcat. It was a serval." She grinned. No need to tell him that I didn't kill it. "Now, why don't you go and compose a song about it, Mr. Entertainer," she teased.