Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me

[Reflection]

K. HAZ
the smexiest sex kitten alive

The Spotted bengal's tail shot out from the sliding glass door, glad to be free, Immeadiately leaping ontop of the ridged pickey fence. The Bengal purred, almost [insert nice word for the curse word here] like. The over-sexual tom looked around from his perch, like a [insert baby-making process word for the real word here] god, on the fence. No one was there. Dang and he'd put on a show too. The cat snuffed, staying in his position, waiting hopefully for someone to show up.

[Riddle]

[Navy]

Where am I now? The young cat's confusion had grown and grown ever since she had accidentally left her territory. No way had she been willing to stick around anywhere near the other tribes; they would strip her fur clean in a second. And if her tribe found out she'd wandered away from the tribe, they'd most likely do the same thing. Everybody was going insane because of stupid two-legs. She grimaced, padding slowly over the stinking, dried up grass. She blinked, staring forward timidly as she spotted a row of huge buildings up ahead. Oh no; she was even more lost than ever.

There was a row of fences though; and none of those monsters so it probably wasn't the front of the house. But the back could be just as dangerous, there were often two legs out here, too. She prepared to turn around, but stopped herself as a cat sitting atop the fence came into view. Maybe it knew where things were a little better than she? She padded toward him, recognizing his scent as a tom cat as she came closer. She better stay a decent amount away though; he could be dangerous. "Do you know about the tribes?" she questioned in a light tone, her gentle eyes glued to the young tom.

[Reflection]

Khaz yawned, his small, white fangs beaming in the moonlight. His ears moved to the sight of the sound, a she-cat by the scent carried by the wind. His small smile widened into a grin as he turned to her, coping an attitude about the filthy cats that infested the forest near his home. Just follow your nose he said with a disgusted face. He took back to staring at a few of the neighborhood she-cats, way too old for him, but hey he could dream.

His eyes flickered back to the she-cat, very young and by the look of it, very lost. He sighed, the stupid cat had gotten past his very very big heart. What do you want to know? he meowed, irratated. His friend, Tawnni had a brother in one of the tribes and had boasted much about them to Khaz and the other neighborhood cats.