WELCOME TO THE CARNI-VAAAAAL >> MAIN CARNIVAL EVENT THREAD, OPEN

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    {HOWDOCATSDOTHAT?}


    "Are you positive you're fine with this?" murmured the cream cameo softly, his pale blue optics flitting over the white serval before him. It was quite obvious the male feline did not particularly want to, no matter how much Benedict wanted to make him happy. [/fancypost]


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    MARTINFREEMAN||18 MOONS||HARD
    WINDCLAN ADVISOR||POWERS(3)
    -ability to take away pain
    -heat vision
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    tropicalpaw, not realizing that ben and martin were having a special moment together, trotted over with a cheesy grin on her red tabby face. "hiya!" she meowed. "you must be benedict and martin. i'm tropicalpaw, the darkclan mca. i've heard so much about you both!"


    it was like meeting her greatest idol. she totally adored them both, their courage. as a medicine cat apprentice, she worshipped the people who were strong enough to fight. she remembered those days for her, when she'd fought in a few skirmishes. she was glad that was over for once.

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    "If I agree to try this, then obviously," he replied softly to the Advisor. Martin could be such a bloody idiot sometimes and that made him smile though he didn't at this time. He was glad for the touch of humanity in Martin--it made him ordinary but it was that ordinariness combined with his perfect mesh with Ben's own personality that drew the white serval to the cream cameo.


    Ben was so focused in on the current situation with himself and Martin that he didn't notice Tropicalpaw approaching. The only sign of his surprise was a quick twitch of his ears and his head turning towards the red tabby. He merely gave her an inquisitive expression, wondering what the bloody hell the DarkClanner wanted with introducing herself at this especially bloody time.


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    {party buster? more like a stalker!}


    tropicalpaw smiled bashfully. "sorry if i interrupted you," she muttered. she looked at the ground and swished her red tabby tail back and forth on the ground.

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    Just like Ben, the cream cameo had been far too immersed in their private situation and started slightly as the Darkclan MCA began to speak to them. For some reason, every moment they spoke or interacted together, it always seemed very intimate and secretive so the sudden intrusion flustered the male Advisor. "Nice to meet you Tropicalpaw," replied Martin politely as he regained himself, "I hadn't realized we were so important." [/fancypost]


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    MARTINFREEMAN||18 MOONS||HARD
    WINDCLAN ADVISOR||POWERS(3)
    -ability to take away pain
    -heat vision
    -invisibility[/fancypost]


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    [align=center][sup]martin's bio || fancypost (c) monster || #martin

    she nodded. "well windclan are more common than us down in darkclan. we're more the underdogs of the frontboard clan. but yeah, you all see so important." she meowed, her face turning red from embarrassment. her eyes were scanning the scenery. she noticed that they just happened to be where riopaw had died. she jumped away in fright. calm down trop. there's nothing to be scared of, she told herself.

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    out of awkwardness, tropicalpaw scooted away. now to find hungarianpaw.

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    The male cream cameo gave the white serval a small apologetic smile. He'd definitely owe him one. Big time. "Hopefully no more interruptions," murmured the Windclan Advisor with a small chuckle. [/fancypost]


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    MARTINFREEMAN||18 MOONS||HARD
    WINDCLAN ADVISOR||POWERS(3)
    -ability to take away pain
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    [align=center][sup]martin's bio || fancypost (c) monster || #martin

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    "Tropicalpaw?" Hungarianpaw called out. Her voice was filled with excitement and relief to see her aunt healthy and alive, and here to see her for the carnival. "You came!" She exclaimed when she had finally approached the red tabby with a grin. Her amber eyes glittered with their usual liveliness as they swept over Tropical; it had been a while since she had seen her aunt. Seeing her only reminded her of the bad news she had to deliver, but that didn't keep her from smiling.

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    Well, here went nothing. "First, I'll step left, you go right, okay?" It felt odd, telling the white serval what to do. Anyway. The cream cameo moved closer to the Windclan deputy before he began the first step. [/fancypost]


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    MARTINFREEMAN||18 MOONS||HARD
    WINDCLAN ADVISOR||POWERS(3)
    -ability to take away pain
    -heat vision
    -invisibility[/fancypost]


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    [align=center][sup]martin's bio || fancypost (c) monster || #martin

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    Benedict quashed his own opinions for the night and nodded, filing the information away into his mind palace. He'd better keep that cabinet cleaned just in case Martin wanted to do something as ridiculous as dancing again.


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    He could feel the irritation coming from the white serval. Yes, this wasn't going to happen for a long, long time. "If you'd try to smile, you might actually look like you're not constipated or in pain," commented Martin softly with a smirk, as he slid to the side again as his roleplayer attempted to roleplay a kitty dancing. [/fancypost]


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    MARTINFREEMAN||18 MOONS||HARD
    WINDCLAN ADVISOR||POWERS(3)
    -ability to take away pain
    -heat vision
    -invisibility[/fancypost]


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    [align=center][sup]martin's bio || fancypost (c) monster || #martin

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    As Martin moved to the side, Ben mirrored his movements in the opposite way.
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    The cream cameo couldn't stifle the small grin that spread across his maw at that. To think. He was dancing with Benedictcumberbatch, the cold sociopath of Windclan. He didn't add anything, seeing as the white serval was actually getting the hang things. Martin kept with the basic steps, slowing turning them in a circle, as he quietly hummed to the music. [/fancypost]


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    MARTINFREEMAN||18 MOONS||HARD
    WINDCLAN ADVISOR||POWERS(3)
    -ability to take away pain
    -heat vision
    -invisibility[/fancypost]


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    [align=center][sup]martin's bio || fancypost (c) monster || #martin

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    The cream cameo inclined his head slightly in agreement and murmured, "I like it when you play the violin." Ben's music usually relaxed him and calmed him down quite often to the point of falling asleep. He could listen to the white serval play the violin all day.[/fancypost]


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    MARTINFREEMAN||18 MOONS||HARD
    WINDCLAN ADVISOR||POWERS(3)
    -ability to take away pain
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    [align=center][sup]martin's bio || fancypost (c) monster || #martin

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    [size=36pt]frozenrain❆[/size]


    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]do you hear the pitter patter on your window? do you see the ripples in that pond?[/size]


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    // how does a cat play the violin


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    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]it's the rain. drip, drip drip. the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain.[/glow][/size]