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Post by torneh on Oct 4, 2007 15:49:15 GMT -5
just like thirteen of 'em to your heart Murder Son's huge paws were now acoustomed to taking a beating from rough terrian. Shadowclan's Barren Stretch was no different than any other territory he had ever seen. So what was the hype? Shadowclan? Is unbecoming name? Please, when one heard the name MURDER SON they were gonna freak! He was fitted to his name, like Conspiracy's was to him, even if he had to change it.
Murder Son kept a rather balse look on his face, his typical "I don't give a damn," face. Shadow Clan was doing nothing for him, and while he was here, he might as well scavange.
terrible, but done
icouldbeyour[[chainsaw]]
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Post by squee. on Oct 23, 2007 0:46:34 GMT -5
hey. hey. i wanna be a rockstar
×. perhaps she lingered around her just a little 'bit much- especially of late but the signs wern't obvious before as they were now. most of the shadowclan warriors accustomed to the soft leaf-lined floors of the forest would have a hard time picking thier way across this stretch of land....especially as silent and even graceful as this feline. yet, twilight nearly danced across the rocky surface with ease- as if she had practiced this her entire life. of course, it had only been a week. ever since her run-in with bandedtail that night that she was meantally tearing herself down and then the extended patrol he insisted on joining in on...twilight had been avoiding the tom. why? she didn't actually feel anything toward him- maybe with some time- STOP RIGHT THERE she nearly hissed the last part aloud. no. she wouldn't....couldn't allow herself to trust again. remember what happened last time? her very own flesh and blood was a vicious cold-blooded murderer of bloodclan.
×. ebony ears pinned against more ebony fur momentarily before the femme lifted her head again. this time spotting her mistake. she hadn't even noticed anyone else was in this part of shadowclan- and even now..three fox lengths away...she couldn't tell if the tom was of shadowclan or not. from the way he looked- she would have....should have guessed him a rouge. but then again, if everyone went around judging on first looks....she would be some kittypet freak with two star shapes and a white moon shape staining her own fur. even with her kittypet days behind her- twilight still bore the markings.
×. forest-hued gaze burned into the newcomer in silent curiousity. she fought with herself on whether she should great this tom or question him. finally, she realized that this was a fresh face. this tom was new. instantly, twilight fell into slightly-protective mode and continued her stroll over to this tom. your direction must be off her voice came across on the edge of icey venom, though at the same time holding that warm sarcasm everyone loves. rogue lands are located on the other side of the borders..
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Post by torneh on Oct 23, 2007 2:42:25 GMT -5
burnin' on, just like a match you die to INSERENATE Letting out a huge sigh, Murder Son narrowed his eyes in displeasure. Blah, it's not like I wanted to eat a mouse anyways. He desperately wanted to believe that. Hunger was knocking on his front door; drving him insane. Blinking away these thoughts, Murder Son realized the reason why the mouse had run off: a fem was approacing.
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