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rewrote this code to make it more accessible and cleaner! however, i left the older version in the tabs if it suits your tastes more! ;]
many thanks for hauntedaether for the code request!
text excerpt is "The Wildings" by Nilanjana Roy
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- collects snake sheds
- the earring is an amber-coated bear fang
- has a crush on a certain, mousey cat
- wearing accessories
- all types of snakes
- breeze on a warm day
- mud
- he HATES mud
- and also going anywhere without his lucky ear fang
- skinny
- has fangs + forked tail/tongue
- head to tail marking resembles a snake
The tomcat watched the pair as they left, the old queen and the young half-grown kitten, their silhouettes fading away into the darkness. He felt a small pang as he remembered his first hunt, and he hoped Miao would be kind to Southpaw.
The night was humid, the air scented with raat ki rani and mogra blossoms. There was a half moon, partly obscured by clouds. As they slipped away, Southpaw felt his fur tremble with excitement. “Miao, where are we-?”.
The older cat turned sinuously and cuffed him, her claws out just enough to leave a thin red line on his neck.
“The first rule,” she said. “No mewing. No whisker linking unless I say so, because your prey is small enough to pick it up. And smart enough to make a run for it.” She cuffed him again, this time slamming his head to the right and holding it down so that he could see a frightened gray musk shrew scutter away, into the safety of the lantana bushes.
Southpaw’s flanks were heaving from the pain, but more than that, the kitten was in shock. Miao had washed him every day from as far back as he could remember, her tongue gentle as she teased out the tangles in his fur.
She had brought him his first piece of mouse, which tasted heavenly, and fed it to him herself. She had let him play with her tail and pounce on it, only lifting him gently away when he nipped too hard. The older cat had never rolled him on the ground, as Hulo did when he exasperated the tom, or smacked his belly, as Katar often did, or so much as nipped his neck in warning.
- collects snake sheds
- the earring is an amber-coated bear fang
- has a crush on a certain, mousey cat
- wearing accessories
- all types of snakes
- breeze on a warm day
- mud
- he HATES mud
- and also going anywhere without his lucky ear fang
- skinny
- has fangs + forked tail/tongue
- head to tail marking resembles a snake
The tomcat watched the pair as they left, the old queen and the young half-grown kitten, their silhouettes fading away into the darkness. He felt a small pang as he remembered his first hunt, and he hoped Miao would be kind to Southpaw.
The night was humid, the air scented with raat ki rani and mogra blossoms. There was a half moon, partly obscured by clouds. As they slipped away, Southpaw felt his fur tremble with excitement. “Miao, where are we-?”.
The older cat turned sinuously and cuffed him, her claws out just enough to leave a thin red line on his neck.
“The first rule,” she said. “No mewing. No whisker linking unless I say so, because your prey is small enough to pick it up. And smart enough to make a run for it.” She cuffed him again, this time slamming his head to the right and holding it down so that he could see a frightened gray musk shrew scutter away, into the safety of the lantana bushes.
Southpaw’s flanks were heaving from the pain, but more than that, the kitten was in shock. Miao had washed him every day from as far back as he could remember, her tongue gentle as she teased out the tangles in his fur.
She had brought him his first piece of mouse, which tasted heavenly, and fed it to him herself. She had let him play with her tail and pounce on it, only lifting him gently away when he nipped too hard. The older cat had never rolled him on the ground, as Hulo did when he exasperated the tom, or smacked his belly, as Katar often did, or so much as nipped his neck in warning.
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