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[truth_is_cold]

[Spam | Deck]

[A massive, nearly 900 pound big cat sidles his way onto the deck (easier to get to than the CES and feels more open somehow. He has a very faint fluff of fur where a mane should be, and spots on his forehead, and the dimmed stripes of a tiger that only came half-way through. Gaheris can talk, to either humans or animals. He's just basically not feeling particularly inclined to.

In fact, he feels more inclined to pace around for a bit, intending to lay down, until he finds a head of lettuce that's been left out near the greenhouse. He goes over to it, sniffs it, flicks the dark tufted tip of his faintly striped tail to and fro.

That's an unusual urge that he's feeling.

A moment later there's that same massive 900 lb cat rolling around on his back, and then hopping back up to pounce at the head of lettuce. Batting it, and then going after it as if it might get away.]



OOC: Rhade is a Liger. He mostly will be friendly- he's a big social kitty. Be warned, he might clean you. And his head is this big.

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[wemaketheworld]

[As Rhade circles, Rorschach follows, tracking him, minimizing the potential for being caught off-guard.]

Not yours. It's mine.

[...stupid. It probably won't even taste all that god. But it IS his right now, so he moves forward in a sudden lunge, not enough to close the space or leave his lettuce unattended but enough to make the meaning clear; he's not afraid of you, he's happy to attack if he has to, if you come any closer. He would WELCOME it.]

[truth_is_cold]

[Lettuce is lettuce but small angry things are exciting and challenging, especially when they're wrapped around a less important goal. He crouches down, and gives Rorschach the squintest of looks.

Oh, he's doing his best to work out ways to make it not yours.

Or pounce his tail and dart.

Either way, this will probably be spoken of neither again.]

[wemaketheworld]

[...maybe nipping at his leg will have some kind of effect in getting the point across. He will try that, another lunge only this time moving away from the lettuce to go for flesh, jaws snapping in an attempt to close on it, growling and snarling and spitting the whole while.

Yeah. There is absolutely no way Rorschach will admit to defending a vegetable once he's the right shape.]

[truth_is_cold]

[What? What's it- The furry land shark creature is spootling towards him. And he takes a step back and bats uncomfortably at Rorschach, because he doesn't want to squish someone. ...BUT OH HO THE LETTUCE HAS BEEN ABANDONED!

After he draws him away a bit, he bounds for it.]

[wemaketheworld]

[Eep. NO NO BATTING STOP. YOUR PAWS ARE TOO BIG and Rorschach can't get enough purchase, which results in him skidding across the floor and scrabbling at the tiles with his claws to try to get some traction. He twists around, finally regaining his grip on the ground, then comes barreling back. NO YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GET HIS LETTUCE YOU GROSSLY OVERGROWN HOUSECAT.]