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we can decide if this is a flash or not but since i'm on a roll of making flash rps this intro post is goingf to be under 3 sentences love u woof
"I don't understand why you have to follow me around like you've got nothing better to do," grumbled the mostly blind medicine cat at the shape to her left that she could only assume was Cezra. "I don't know what Bermondsey has told you, but they're a lie, I can take care of myself. I have things to do and I just can't have you slowing me down all afternoon."
"Oh, worry not doll," Cezra laughed. If her antagonistic response to his following her around, like a dog needing water, he sure didn't show it. "I'm here for reasons all of my own manufacturing," he purred with that sweet, innocent carnivore smile.
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POSTEDSept 22, 2021 14:46:18 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"If you slow me down, I will make sure you die of a slow, painful poisoning," she warned, before she took off into the direction of her garden. She figured that no matter what she said, she'd probably not easily get rid of him, so she might as well just continue on her day. "You will stand no closer than three feet from me at all times, understood?" she then added over her shoulder, not being able to fully get over the way he slightly made her skin crawl.
"Like this?" He closed in until he was on the nearer side of three feet. Unlike Charlotte's feelings towards him, he had no reservations about invading personal space, especially when it was clear doing so would incite an interesting reaction.
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POSTEDSept 22, 2021 14:55:53 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Charlotte's eyes narrowed. When she'd accepted the position of Shaman, she hadn't know that the company of this tom, one of the first cats in the League she met upon her return, was part of terms and conditions (no one reads those anyways). The Shaman closed the distance between them by whacking him with it hard, offering a, "You're pushing your luck, kid, you really are."
He recoiled. "You know, if you keep treating your guard like this, you won't have one. And then you'll get attacked because you suck at watching out for yourself - case in point you're about to step on a snake -" He looped it around his paw and yeeted it out of her path. "And then you'll die. And your daughter will be motherless and we'll be, well, I guess it wouldn't really affect the rest of us. We still have Reynardine. Okay, go on then. I'll stay here and you go off and conquer the forest yourself." Cezra sat down, licking a paw lazily.
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POSTEDSept 22, 2021 15:20:01 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"It wouldn't be the first time she was without a mother. Between you and me, I had always intended to keep it that way, but fate, it seemed, had other plans for me; still, she can make do without me," she finished with an unbothered shrug. "You want to be my eyes? Fine. Stop being so melodramatic just because I think you smell like eggs and therefore need you to keep a few feet away."
He perked up, a spoiled child being given his way after an endless amount of begging, and fell into step beside her again. He fell into what at first seemed like obedient silence, keeping a remarkable distance except when he didn't and Charlotte had to smack him with whatever the nearest bludgeoning object was at the time, but eventually he did manage to get close enough to lean in and whisper, behind a teeth-lined smirk, "You know, where I'm from, eggs are an aphrodisiac. I appreciate the compliment."
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POSTEDSept 24, 2021 17:16:44 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"We are going to both pretend that you didn't just say that to me," the Shaman meowed with eyes even more narrowed than they normally were, "otherwise I'd have to get Bermondsey involved, and I can't imagine he would be impressed." Perhaps her default shouldn't be to talk to her uncle about anything that unsettled her, but she couldn't help it; he was the only family that she really had, and subsequently was one of the few cats that she trusted. "On today's agenda, I have a patient that we are going to have to visit. If you mess up my clinical relationship because of .... whatever causes you to be the way you are, I promise I'll have your spleen for dinner."
"Mm, please do," he enthused, much to Charlotte's palpable annoyance. "I've always wondered what it took to get the Warden to sway. I just didn't think he liked it so..." his eyes, dark and narrow, gauged her with some consideration, deciding to be tasteful about his conclusion for once, "personal."
Nimbly, he danced out of arm's reach to avoid what was sure to be another well-deserved whack, his laughter at her expense now sounding genuinely amused before it petered away to a sobering, earnest quiet. "I wouldn't dream of jeopardizing your clientele. I'm sure you'll come to appreciate my services should the need arise."
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POSTEDOct 4, 2021 11:13:24 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
She didn't like the implication behind the tom's words, and she dared not press forward. No, it was best to let some things lay, and she was beginning to wonder if this was the case in all interactions with the cat that was meant to protect the blind feline.
"I doubt that," she meowed with a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. "I genuinely cannot think of a circumstance in which your assistance won't be anything more than a subtle bother." Her nose twitched, before she took off. "Today's patient is a depressive, one who has irregular patterns of both sleep and eating. Patient is becoming more and more despondant. In the past, I've tried lavender and other short-term medicinal combinations, but the depressive symptoms have only slightly improved if at all," she meowed, going through her patient file out loud instead of in her head.
Cezra stayed mostly quiet, letting Charlotte run through her thoughts aloud with no interruption for him - a rare moment she would come to appreciate as if wouldn't happen often - but he couldn't help the way his cat-eyebrows quirked quizzically. "What's made this patient of yours so depressed?"
