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Post by Cat-O-Lac on Jun 28, 2006 11:17:51 GMT -5
[yellow]The darkly tom walked up, his muscles rippling under his ebon pelt. His slyly moves carried him towards the campsite. His golden optics watching the others. He then stepped out from the brush and onto the dirt, where the Rouges sought him. He looked at them, his golden blaze shining for all to see. His numerous scars were from the deepest battles he had been on. His thickness in the muscle were from the millions of miles he had traveled to get to this sight. He then let out a low call for the leader, his vocals attracting even more attention. He hoped to find a femme that would accept him and become his mate. This is the life he wanted, the one and only life he would accept for him, and his future family.[/yellow]
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Post by Jordan03 on Jun 28, 2006 11:19:01 GMT -5
DeadHeart heard him but rolled her eyes and stay where she lay in the dirt on the outskirts of the camp
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Post by Cat-O-Lac on Jun 28, 2006 11:24:05 GMT -5
[yellow]He romped around the campsite, not seeing one femme. He then shot a glance among the outskirts, and saw the most gorgeous femme he had seen since his birth. He looked around him to be sure of no toms before going to her, May I ask if such a beautiful femme like yourself is lying around out here? He smiled gently at her before making himself bigger by bristling his coat up. His muscles stood out more now as he waited her answer.[/yellow]
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Post by Jordan03 on Jun 28, 2006 11:26:45 GMT -5
What do you want she spat at him not wanting anything to do with him, she turned her head to the side, she was a beutiful cat but she wouldn't show off her soft side, she barely even had one, scars as well shown on her as she looked away from him, she had lost some fur in spots from a battel that had tacken only a short time ago, an air was split, but she didn't care she was tough enough to handel it
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Post by Cat-O-Lac on Jun 28, 2006 11:31:04 GMT -5
[red]He looked to her before asking, You are strong, what happened to your fur and ear? He smirked, laying down a few feet away from her to give her some space. He placed his dial among his front pillars, awaiting what she would say.[/red]
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Post by Jordan03 on Jun 28, 2006 11:33:08 GMT -5
She tunred to him eyes blazing a fierce yellow Whats it look like she hissed angerly she wasn't in the mood
((hey they should get in a fight lol ))
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Post by Cat-O-Lac on Jun 28, 2006 11:36:21 GMT -5
[yellow]A fight with whom? His auds pricked, ready for anything to listen to about her. He then quickly said, I'm the new deputy around here, just to let you know. He smirked, loving the name. [/yellow]
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Post by Jordan03 on Jun 28, 2006 11:39:21 GMT -5
She gave him a snotty look and then swipped at her Leave me alone she snarled Before I tear you to peices she now stode showing how lean and hard musceled she was, her tail puffed up twice the size, she held her ears against her skull and bared her fangs at him
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Post by Cat-O-Lac on Jun 28, 2006 11:42:45 GMT -5
[yellow]He smiled gently, watching her with a passion. His smirk never left as he said, What is your calling of? Mine is of Dark Strike. He flicked his dark tail before looking at her again, her looks what he wanted in his kits.[/yellow]
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Post by Jordan03 on Jun 28, 2006 11:44:12 GMT -5
DarkHeart she hissed and then setteled down a bit but not alot she had her tail puffed and her ears back still
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Post by ღ~Skyfeather~ღ on Jun 28, 2006 11:44:25 GMT -5
A pair of eyees appeared in the darkness and a tom slithered in with the name Hawkeyes.HE was a rogue and this was his life alone and he liked it that way.He had scars from earlier battles on his coat.HE enjoy the darnes and in fact he hunted at night too for he prowled through forests as quiet as a flying owl and he pounced crushing the prey with his needle like claws.He let out a peicing hiss as the summone the leader of this rogue camp
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Post by Jordan03 on Jun 28, 2006 11:45:52 GMT -5
DarkHeart looked to see yet another tom, great she thought as she adverted her gaze so they can both have the toms in it so one wasn't in her blind spot
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Post by Cat-O-Lac on Jun 28, 2006 11:50:40 GMT -5
[yellow]Dark Strike quickly turned around, hissing at the tom. He sent a pad out, claws extended as they reached his pelt. His ivories were bared and his pelt bristled out to him in anger. He was going to win this femme's heart even if it meant death. What do you want, little one? He hissed to the smaller tom.[/yellow]
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Post by Jordan03 on Jun 28, 2006 11:52:59 GMT -5
O my god not this again she thought, this has happened before No she said and stepped into the middle of them I don't want this to happen again he woudl have to stop soon or something or he would hit a nerve
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Post by Cat-O-Lac on Jun 28, 2006 11:56:06 GMT -5
[yellow]He looked at her before snorting at the other tom, telling him to back off. He turned around and walked away, his anger arising. His fangs were still bared as he cursed. His pelt was still bristled as he did so. His pads held out their claws as he was prepared to kill anything that crossed his path again.[/yellow]
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