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Post by xforeveralonex on Jul 7, 2012 22:53:36 GMT -5
She liked this tom. He seemed to be interested in her skills and not just that she was a She Cat. Angelica took in a deep breath and released it. She lifted her bow and knocked an arrow. She lined her shot at the area of her target and steadied her breathing. Her eyes were focused on the place she intended to hit. The black she cat looked relaxed. One paw slightly turned from the other and lined with her shoulders. Her paw let the string lose and she felt the feathers of the arrow pass briefly between the toes of her other paw. She waited until she herd the solid thunk of the arrow hitting the wood. She lowered her bow and looked for where she had hit the tree. What she saw was enough to bring her close to cursing, "Fffflying rats!" Her arrow had missed the patch and hit about 2 inches below where she had wanted it to be.
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mysterykitten
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Roleplayer of Zahara and Marshall West
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Post by mysterykitten on Jul 8, 2012 8:44:17 GMT -5
"Well done," Marshall praised. "Even though you didn't hit the appointed mark it was still a fantastic shot, I for one probably couldn't make it." This was just like the tom, he usually always had something nice to say. His reasoning was that everyone should feel good about themselves, no matter what they look like, their skills, anything you could feel ashamed of really.
"Would you like me to fetch that arrow for you?" the soldier offered with a smile.
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