Run, run, run away... Buy yourself another day...(open, rouges in WindClan!)

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 36px; margin-bottom: -13px; letter-spacing: 13px; text-align: right] Nevermore[/fancypost]
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    OOC:




    IC: Nevermore skid to a halt beside him. "Lets follow it." She meowed, looking at him for agreement.
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    [i]Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.





    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
    Quoth the raven, `
    Nevermore.[font=times new roman][i]'
    ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven


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  • OOC; does Nevermore have a mate?




    Heartthief gestured towards a hill . "The trail goes there. Let's go." He ran, following the scent.

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    OOC: Nope




    IC: Nevermore followed swiftly, her tail streaming out behind her.
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    [i]Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.





    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
    Quoth the raven, `
    Nevermore.[font=times new roman][i]'
    ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven


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  • OOC: just a random idea: what if she and Heartthief fell in love? You don't have to but it's just an idea.




    Hearthief stopped. "It ends, right here."

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    OOC: Sure!




    IC: Nevermore's blue eyes were determined. "We can't let them get away!" She looked out around them, searching for a flash of colour that didn't belong.
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    [i]Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.





    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
    Quoth the raven, `
    Nevermore.[font=times new roman][i]'
    ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven


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    OOC:




    IC: Nevermore gave a hiss of anger and pounced, aiming for the flash of colour Hearttheif had seen.
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    [i]Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.





    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
    Quoth the raven, `
    Nevermore.[font=times new roman][i]'
    ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven


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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 36px; margin-bottom: -13px; letter-spacing: 13px; text-align: right] Nevermore[/fancypost]
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    OOC:




    IC:
    Nevermore hissed as another rouge landed on her back. She instantly dropped down low,
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    [i]Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.





    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
    Quoth the raven, `
    Nevermore.[font=times new roman][i]'
    ~Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven


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    Elmont says...


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    Nevermore twisted her head around, seeing a flash of orange fur. She sank her jaws into the rouges forepaw, biting down until the rouge yowled with pain and ran off.









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    [size=5pt][c] Enchanted


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    [fancypost bgcolor=tranparent; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 190px; height: 270px;][align=center][ic;] "GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE YOU MANGY PELT ROUGES!!!"
    A blue and white blur raced out from a small clump of grass as Tyringepaw head-butted a black rouge, making the feline cry out in pain as it raced off.
    "Need help? I'm Tyringepaw by the way, former Scraclanner, now all Windclan, baby!"
    The blue smoke she cat meowed, flicking her feathered tail as she smiled to Heartthief and Nevermore, then raked her claws down a rouge's face, causing it to flee.
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    Elmont says...


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    Nevermore hissed in pain as a rouge's teeth met her forepaw. She struggled to get away, and felt her bone break. Nevermore let a yowl of both pain and anger out, and caught the she-cat''s ear.









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    [size=5pt][c] Enchanted


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    Elmont says...


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    The rouge Nevermore was fighting spun around, wrenching her ear free. The scarred she-cat ran off. Nevermore stood panting for a moment.









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    [size=5pt][c] Enchanted


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  • Heartthief spotted a cat stalking up behind Nevermore. He ran towards the cat, but was stopped by a broad-faced tabby. Heartthief hissed and swiped a claw across the tabby's face, then slipped past. He pounced on the tail of the cat who was about to attack Nevermore, an the cat whirled around and before he could do anything, Heartthief was underneath the cat. It sank its claws into his shoulders and held him down.

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    Elmont says...


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    Nevermore spun around, and tried to pounce, trying to force the rouge off Heartthief. But a small orange rouge stopped her, slashing her side with sharp claws.











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    [size=5pt][c] Enchanted


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  • Heartthief went limp, and the rouge loosened his grip with a yowl of triumph. Then Heartthief surged upward, knocking the rouge off. The rouge angrily punched towards Hrartthief with claws unsheathed, but Heartthief sidestepped and the rouge ran into another rouge.