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Ice Mountain

The Ice Mountain is much smaller than Wolf Mountain, yet climbing up it is far more difficult and shouldn't be attempted in winter. Some creatures collect the shiny stones at the peak of this mountain for necklaces.

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Posted on December 13, 2010 at 03:43:27 AM by Squall

The young feline's pale blue eyes remained pinned on the little owl, face set serenely despite the inner shudder of his mind. Cooked meat was not to his preference and neither was cedar. Being one of the more allergenic woods, the smooth wood had a tendency of making him itch when in direct contact with it for too long. However, the smell and essence of cedar kept bugs away and was, therefore, a very good deterrent for fleas, something Squall hated more than an dimply minor frustration of a cedar rash. Therefore, despite his distaste for the wood in general, the young liger used it at least once a month to keep his coat free of pests.

Squall gave a small nod when she thanked him, the short sprout of his silver mohawk swaying slightly with the movement. And then the owl did something rather gross, coughing up a, what was to him, hairball and tossing it to the side right there in front of him. A white, rounded feline ear flicked backwards, nose wrinkling slightly in disgust and tail giving an unamused flick. However, the large cub's expressions were washed away as the little critter left it's perch and began flying around him.

The white and silver feline made no attempt to try and follow the owl's path with his eyes, knowing he would simply look foolish and it would hurt both his neck and his eyes in the long run. Instead, Squall simply set his icy stare forward, a brow raised in a very feline sign of boredom. It was easy to be bored with something that was very out of character for your species... such as flying around someone else's head.

"Oh really now?" Squall questioned, tail giving an interested sort of flop, shifting position in the snow as he continued staring forward. Being used to the rough winds of Ice Mountain Peak ruffling his fur every time he stepped out of the comfort of the crevice of a cave he called home, the owl's wind turning up his fur didn't bother him in the slightest. "I should be turning a year old soon, I think." The cub's brows narrowed and his head tilted slightly as he tried to recall when his birthday was supposed to be. Oh hell, did it matter anyway? It wasn't like there was anything to celebrate.

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Little Elf Big Heart - By Glyfe December 13, 2010 at 03:56:23 AM
- _.-:B:R:A:V:E:H:E:A:R:T:-._ - By Squall December 13, 2010 at 03:20:21 PM
  - Re(1): _.-:B:R:A:V:E:H:E:A:R:T:-._ - By Glyfe December 13, 2010 at 03:34:07 PM
    - _.-:B:R:A:V:E:H:E:A:R:T:-._ - By Squall December 17, 2010 at 07:02:36 PM

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