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  • ~Hathor~Female~Daughter of Damage and Amunet~3 moons old~robust and tough build~


    Hathor ran like dogs from hell were barking at her heels, that smirk of victory on her face she let out a chuckle "Hahahaha never gonna catch me" she thought as she tried to get away from the bath monster running behind her. And just when she thought she got away he just teleported in front of her. With eyes wide as if she's seen a ghost the boyish female dropped on her behind and started to skid towards the black furred male "Hell no!" she mewed out as she unsheathed her tiny claws and tried to dig them in to the dirt and slow down her skidding but it didn't work as she thought and she stopped just in front of him. Now lying on her back that evil smirk was replaced by a goofy grin, waving her paw in a greeting her forest green eyes looked up at the male "I don't suppose you will let me go?" she asked trying to use her charm to win him over


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    A deep genuine laugh erupted at Hathor's attempt to stop in her tracks before resulting in her hilariously ending up on her back. He appraised her attempt to charm him, but sadly you cannot charm the master at charm or so he thinks he is. Crouching down to her level a deep purr resounded in his narrow chest, it was such a low pitch that you could almost feel the vibration in the still air. With a slow wink a seductive smirk crossed his handsome features, leaning forward to whisper in her ear his voice was soft and comforting as his warm breath touched the tufts of her ears.


    [color=white]''No.''


    A loud rambunctious laugh ended his attempt at charm, he cradled Hathor in the curve of his forearm and gave her the bath she'd asked for. Muahaha. With long steady strokes on her fur laughs seeped out as he stopped to look at her expression.


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  • (Hahahah XD I'll admit I'm having fun with this whole Hathor/Azeri tug a war. They do look like they will become the best of friends :D))



    ~Hathor~Female~Daughter of Damage and Amunet~3 moons old~robust and tough build~


    Hathor's forest green eyes widened in sheer horror as she felt the toms breath on her ear folds that carried his answer, she seemed to get pale as of she just seen someone get murdered and not over something trivial as a bath. She wished she could just jump on her paws and run away but that would take too much time and the Puffball already grabbed her. The boyish female will wiggle like a worm in his hold desperately trying to get away, as soon as she felt his tongue cleaning her dirty pelt she let out a squeaky "Nooooo!" and closed her eyes as if she was in pain but we all know she is just blowing bath time out of proportion. "My previous protective dirt layer that makes me invincible! You can't!" Well yeah, Hathor really thinks that the dirt she never cleans off gives her some special power or something. I guess kits will be kits, with their imagination and all. She squirmed under his hold trying to save as much dirt as she can from the clean tongue.


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    Blinking, the son of Collateral Damaged watched as his half-sister (only sister, he reminded himself) was tackle-bathed. With an amused snort, the flame point walked over there, his tail flicking lazily in the air. "HEY, YOU!" he yelled behind Azeri, laughing as he did so. "GET YOUR CLEANLINESS AWAY FROM MY SISTER!" he teasingly stated, attempting to throw a few of his marshmallows at the apothecary trainee.


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    ooc: Haha, me too very entertaining and hilarious. Gives you that 'awww' feeling.


    Azeri ignored her frantic pleas of release but only began to bathe the dirt covered coat only that much more quickly. Though he couldn't resist a faint chuckle from escaping, because of her so called protective dirt layer it was truly hilarious. Constantly he is humored by Hatty's dislikes of baths, though it did cross his mind to put her in a small pond filled with lavender petals. Azeri eyes flickered down as Hatty moved quickly in an effort to flee, quickly he pressed a paw gently on her stomach restricting her movement.Thinking back to the pond idea a smirk flickered on his face, Then she'd smell strongly of lavender and that'd be funny to see her reaction and attempt to rid herself of the scent. Standing up he aimed to grab her lightly by the scruff and take her to the pond he was thinking of. But a voice called out behind him and was directed solely to the black tom, glancing back in curiosity but the only one behind him was Bismuth.


    Knowingly Hatty's half-brother though the black tom had never spoken to him as of yet. His mouth formed to say hello when the laughing tom yelled and began pelting him with plump marshmallows. Dodging the marshmallows quickly but one, which plopped him softly on the nose and with a mischievous grin he hopped away from Hathor and hid behind the tree picking up marshmallows on the way. Glancing from behind the tree the black furred tom began throwing them back.


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    "You okay, sis?" the flame point asked while the apothecary trainee was running away from the onslaught of his thrown marshmallows. His blue gaze shifted from the target to Hathor as he hoped she wasn't too struck by her 'magic dirt layer' being broken. As such, Bismuth wasn't prepared at all for the slung sweets - he didn't actually think that Azeri would fight back!


    His nose twitched as a few landed on his forehead, so he instinctively shifted to a crouch, using a medium-sized nearby rock for cover. With a growing smirk, the flamepoint fished a marshmallow out of his bag and flung the item his 'adversary' of the moment with a giggle.


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  • ~Hathor~Female~Daughter of Damage and Amunet~3 moons old~robust and tough build~


    Scenting the lavender Hathor's eyes seemed to wide so far they would pop like balloons, curling in a protective ball as her black furred friend carried her by the scuff Hathor braced for horror "He wouldn't!..." she thought and closed her eyes. But hearing her half-brothers voice she smirked as soon as Azeri dropped her on the ground. Using this precious time she looks at her brother "Thanks bro! I owe ya one" she will bump his shoulder with her fist and then turn to glare where that bath machine went to "Revenge in mine Puffball! It will be sweet!" she mewed out and with a evil grin on her face she will dash in the other direction Bismuth went, towards the trees. With her nimble body she used her hind legs to propel herself on the bark, using her small claws she starts climbing on the tree with some effort and got to one of the branches. With that grin on her face she scanned the area bellow in search of her black furred friend "Excellent Bismuth is keeping his distracted, time to have my revenge..." With that said in her mind the little boyish female will slowly creep her way towards the three Azeri is hiding behind, ever so silent and slowly like a prowling puma with her form crouched she positioned herself on the tree to look down on the black furred tom, her tail wagging slightly she waited for the perfect opportunity to pounce on him from the three


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    With a conniving gleam in his amber eyes, he watched as Bismuth run behind a over average rock to cover his form. With out stopping his onslaught of the white assailants towards Bismuth, he laughed hoping for one to hit it's mark. Azeri glanced out again not knowing there was Hatty behind him, his thin sleek tail waved happily behind him.


    //Rushed

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    The flame point saw his sister move out from the corner of his blue eyes, but he only flicked his red tail as he supposed that she was going to take advantage of the opportunity. Of course, he was 'stuck' behind his rock - least he actually wanted to be pulverized by fluffy, soft marshmallows until he had enough of that.


    As it was, a few of the items managed to bounce off the rock to his back, but that was no more annoying than a light shower of rain. Thus, he could ignore that.


    Continuing to bombard the apothecary in training, the son of Collateral Damage hoped that he'd be able to continue to distract the other male. Then, perhaps, something interesting might happen due to his half-sister's involvement.


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  • ~Hathor~Female~Daughter of Damage and Amunet~3 moons old~robust and tough build~


    Hathor is on target, her tail twitching in anticipation she waited for the right time to pounce down the black furred male and make his world hell. Noticing him being distracted by her brother she made a devilish smirk and crouched below, now straining her back legs the rough looking female leaped from the tree and down towards her target with her paws outstretched in front of her. Her aim was to land on his head and while using her weight in her use will attempt to use the momentum of the jump and the force of the impact to force Azeri's head to kiss the ground and make his pelt dirty as well as getting a mouth full of earth.


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    Ooc: I am regretfully sorry for being inactive stopping the roleplaying from progressing, truly I haven't been active all week. I am going though a major family death of two (Car Crash), it has hit me very hard so I hadn't had the time or muse to continue the roleplay. I will return being my usually active self starting Monday. C: Thanks for your patitence.


    After a few marshmallow bombs were launched, he growled lowly as most of them didn't hit their mark but the rock Bismuth had as his shelter. Suddenly, Azeri's amber optics widened jumping involuntarily backwards as he ran towards him. The black tomcat was definitely not expecting that. Grabbing a few marshmallows the tom threw a few hoping to delay the ''Beast", but shied back in humor his medium-sized paws stepping on dead grass. His immature muscles twitched in anticipation as he aimed to jump headlong at Bismuth, but all of a sudden a heavy weight smacked his head to the ground. Around his slender neck he felt the thick paws, with a slight struggle he lifted his head.


    Azeri looked out the corner of his peripheral vision and noticed a familiar pelt. Hathor. Jumping every which way he strived to let this be the wildest ride of her life as he bucked as if he was in a rodeo.

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    Pyro continued padding along the ship, crap he hadn't found anything here.


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    [ It's completely understandable - real life comes before onsite stuff. ]


    When the rain of marshmallows stopped, the flame point assumed that the apothecary trainee was successfully distracted by his half-sister. Instantly rising to his paws, the son of Collateral Damage raced towards the two scuffling youngsters, he attempted to smack into the two in order to create some sort of 'dog pile.'


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  • ~Hathor~Female~Daughter of Damage and Amunet~3 moons old~robust and tough build~


    Hathor's smirk went wide when she managed to smack Azeri's head to the ground, she wanted to get him dirty in revenge for getting her clean and her plan seemed to be working. "Haha! I win!" she thought and not a moment too soon the black male lying under her paws started to buck like a wild horse. "Whoa!" she yelled out as she wrapped her paws tight around his neck and held on. A amused smirk on her face as she though this to be the best fun she has had in a while, well besides the first time they met this is really fun!


    Seeing her half-brother that Nat will just assume that she has met him somewhere before, little Hathor grinned expecting for the dog pile to happen, the weight of two cat's should ground Puffball.


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    Flick passed out from exhaustion, over-eating and pure stomach ache!


    [ooc; I don't think I can make it to 30 posts. Sorry, I may participate more.]


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    Ooc: Immmmm baccccckkkk *o* Poor Az
    Azeri wheezed as his slender body was crushed brutally by the double monsters, that had dog piled him viciously. Poor, poor Azeri. After his exhausting thrill ride he'd given, the black tomcat was as worn out than a chewed up hog. Smiriking evily which was crushed under the fat ass mass of the two cats above him, Azeri started poking them with a unsheathed claw. Poke, Poke, Poke...Poke


    His slender thin tail whipped back and forth under the bodies and flicked across Bismuth's nose, with a muffled cry of power he began to struggle. It got him...nowhere.

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    So his dog pile thing had worked out! The young son of Collateral Damage let out a slight giggle, feeling his nose get tickled by the apothecary trainee. "Mnnnaaa, stop it!" he laughed out, his paws starting to flail around, accidentally attempting to slap his half-sister and the slightly older male around with.


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    Ooc: Actually, I'm not back. I'm leaving this site, hopefully not for good but I will miss this place. I will ask to be demoted as MCA and when I come back..if I do. I would continue as if I hadn't left, just without the rank. C:
    So I will be exiting this thread, I will definitely miss you all. Goodbye.


    With a sudden burst of energy the black tomcat jumped from the heavy bodies and sped into the forest glancing back with a wild eyed look. Azeri sped away so fast, he knew that he'd never be followed.

  • ((Awwww...Hathor will definelty miss Azeri =( I sure hope for his sake he comes back Hathor will go search for her Puffball everywhere XD))



    ~Hathor~Female~Daughter of Damage and Amunet~3 moons old~robust and tough build~


    Hathor giggled at her half-brother and her new found friend. At Azeri jump she wiggled under her brother and jumped after the black feline, laughing all the way like a lunatic. Oh how fun this really is, she couldn't contain her laughters as the only thing on her mind right now is catching up to Azeri


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