Young Writers Society

"Sure!" Falconer says, because she has no idea what just happens. She then proceeds to steal all of the chips.

Cat noms quietly on her proper English chips again, now that the commotion seems to be over. "Those things," she remarks with her mouth full of fried goodness, "are not nearly as good as homemade ones."

Mem watches from her booth. She looks over and spots r4 hiding in the shadows

*Waves to r4.* Hey, how ya going?

*sunny finds a quiet corner* *drinks hot chocolate and reads good book*

*walks over and peers over Sunny's shoulder.* What are you reading?

I'm reading Enders game @PickledChrissy

-3- po ta to

*Charges outside holding a bag of doritos*

Po ta to.

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Please tell me that you were thinking of Lord of the Rings when you said that, @15253

Cat sees an ant scuttling across the floor. Suddenly, she drops her chips onto the table and freezes. Her eyes narrow, predator-like, and she drops to a crouch behind her chair. Stalking silently across the floor, she sneaks towards the unsuspecting insect. It picks up a crumb from the floor and begins carrying it off. In a blast of movement, she pounces, howling like a demon. She twirls and scrabbles across the small patch of floor in an amazing show of acrobatic grace, speed, and stamina, batting the tiny harmless ant viciously. She repeatedly leaps about two feet into the air with a yelp, pretending the little creature has bitten her, then scrambles into the corner, where she waits, tail wiggling excitedly, for the demented insect to scuttle too close again.

After about ten minutes, the ant stops moving. Cat sat up from her awkward position under neath Mem's armchair like nothing had happened and began smoothing her ruffled fur. She gets up and sits back down again, calmly sipping her chocolate milk while everyone stares.

(Based on an actual cat. >.<)

*Gets a mouse shaped squeak toy for cat.* Stop leaving squished ants all over the place."

Cat gasps and leaps up, grabbing the mouse toy in both hands (paws?).

"Oh my gosh thank you!" she squeaks. "Sorry about the ants... It's kind of a habit..."

She then immediately rushes into the back room in search of a dustpan and broom to sweep the decimated little insect corpses up with.

*throws potatoes at Cat*

*Alternately laughs hysterically at LOTR reference*

*walks into tavern, immediately giving 15253 a notification*

hah

class....A.....trolling

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