
The fat little beast began twitching her tail to the cricket's song. Her paws lifted from the earth as she began to stamp out a beat with her footpads; her round body became a sleek shape, weightless with the dance of her ritual.
"Hell's bells, the foxfire smells
The butter's gotten sour
Dance your dance, flames on your pants
Until the midnight hour!"
- Quill 2014
"Hell's bells, the foxfire smells
The butter's gotten sour
Dance your dance, flames on your pants
Until the midnight hour!"
- Quill 2014
Category All / All
Species Housecat
Size 923 x 1042px
File Size 168.2 kB
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