Scooter's Friend Quest

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    Double padded along more cautiously now, trying to figure out if they were on wild cat territory and were about to be ripped to shreds at any moment now.

    [fancypost bgcolor=#000000 bordercolor=#05f228 borderwidth= 1px][font=georgia] now, ι'м нavιng тroυвle
    dιғғerenтιaтιng вeтween
    wнaт ι wanт and wнaт ι need
    тo мaĸe мe нappy


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    MUSE: Low ish


    OOC:


    IC: Fleetfoot shrugged "I'll get found out anyways...I'm still safe though. I'm on the very cusp of my clans territory.." he thought then cautiously padded out from his hiding place, raising his hackels hissing furiously "What are you doing both doing here?" the brown tom growled, his amber eyes like the sharpest pieces of flint.


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    'caυѕe ι lιe, noт вecaυѕe ι wanт тo
    вυт ι ѕeeм тo need тo all тнe тιмe
    yeaн, ι lιe and ι don'т even ĸnow ιт
    мayвe тнιѕ ιѕ all a parт oғ мy ғlawed deѕιgn

    Double fell in fear, terrorized at the wild cat. Would he kill her and then play with her dead body as a puppet like the other cats said? Was the tale true to the horrifying legend? She unsheathed her claws and tried to bare her teeth, but she felt weak, and couldn't move. She was so frightened she didn't know what to do, and with all the stress, she fainted.

    [fancypost bgcolor=#000000 bordercolor=#05f228 borderwidth= 1px][font=georgia] now, ι'м нavιng тroυвle
    dιғғerenтιaтιng вeтween
    wнaт ι wanт and wнaт ι need
    тo мaĸe мe нappy


    ˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ .•*˜


    MUSE: Low, mid- range... :-\


    OOC:


    IC: He sheathed his claws and relaxed, though he snorted with contempt. "You aren't a threat." he muttered "Why are you so close to our borders?" Fleetfoot asked the other concious feline.


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    'caυѕe ι lιe, noт вecaυѕe ι wanт тo
    вυт ι ѕeeм тo need тo all тнe тιмe
    yeaн, ι lιe and ι don'т even ĸnow ιт
    мayвe тнιѕ ιѕ all a parт oғ мy ғlawed deѕιgn

    Scooter wanted to flee but she thought she wasn't fast enough. She seemed to frozen.

    [fancypost bgcolor=#000000 bordercolor=#05f228 borderwidth= 1px][font=georgia] now, ι'м нavιng тroυвle
    dιғғerenтιaтιng вeтween
    wнaт ι wanт and wнaт ι need
    тo мaĸe мe нappy


    ˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ .•*˜


    MUSE: Lowish


    OOC:


    IC: The brown warrior shook his head "Great Starclan, I'm not going to kill you. Nor am I going to use your bones in my nest, that would be much to uncomfortable." he meowed casually. slightly rolling his eyes "Whatever gossip you've heard about Clanners, is more then likely wrong." Fleetfoot emphasized gossip and wrong with exasperation.


    ˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ .•*˜


    'caυѕe ι lιe, noт вecaυѕe ι wanт тo
    вυт ι ѕeeм тo need тo all тнe тιмe
    yeaн, ι lιe and ι don'т even ĸnow ιт
    мayвe тнιѕ ιѕ all a parт oғ мy ғlawed deѕιgn