Arcanepaw rushed into camp, letting out a small yowl. The small arctic fox apprentice was horrified by what she had seen- Mentalpaw. Death. Blood. Gore. All of that happened so fast, those were the only words she could say to describe what she had seen. Then.... then the body of the torn-apart pup had fallen, broken and bloody. "Anyone! Listen to me! Anyone at all!"
I was a fool [Open; warning] A FOOL!
- ς๏ภŦยรเ๏ภ
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"Woah woah. What's wrong?" Fragiledust meowed walking up.
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The young tom was invisible, but he was there listening.
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[fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .70; width: 250px; height: 150px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto][justify] IC: " And you weren't expecting that? His name's MENTALPAW for a reason." Olivepaw said, trotting up.
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[fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .70; width: 250px; height: 85px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;][justify]OOC: TEXT HERE[/justify][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .70; width: 170px; height: 246px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;] I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m OK
But that’s not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that love in you
Is what I was tryin’ to do
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say (much to say)
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that love in you
Is what I was trying to do, oh.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say (to say)
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that love in you
Is what I was trying to do
Not seeing that love in you
That’s what I was trying to do
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*Interacting*- Poisonpaw growled lowly in her throat.
"Speaking"-"This is such a surpise." She spat, sarcasm layering her voice. "The circle of life, and the way we all live, is SUCH a surprise." -
Lynxblade sat nearby outside the leader's den when he heard the commotion, "Alright partner, take a breather, ain't no sense giving us a warning if we can't understand what you're saying. Start from the beginning alright?"
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*Interacting*- Poisonpaw faced Lynxblade, an annoyed scowl upon her face."Speaking"- "Clearly, she said Mentalpaw killed a kit. So what? It's. Fucking. Life." She snapped, leaping up onto a rock and scampering up to a low branch on a tree. She perched there, looking down upon everyone- even those little BloodClan fuckers.
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Lynxblade's ear flicked, without looking at the cat, the ThunderClanner, spoke in a dark rumble, "From where I come from, a kit is cherished on account of it being an innocent life. I know ya'll BloodClanners ain't nothin' but a bunch o' blood hungry morons, but could ya shut yer trap for half a tick and let the poor thing speak, I'll deal with yer crap then."
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*Interacting*She hissed in defiance and defense for herself."Speaking"- "I am a ThunderClan cat, you moron!" She leaped out of her tree, aiming to tackle the idiot who dared challenge her, her claws extended, and her arms reaching for his neck.
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Lynxblade easily slipped to the side ducking the other cat's attack. "Apologies, I haven't been in the clan long, and I just assumed from your attitude, you'd be a BloodClanner, pardons," he mewed with a dip of his head though his eyes spoke volumes of sarcasm.
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*Interacting*- She tumbled, somersaulting, and leaped up, then fell to her paws with a light cloud of dust around her them. "Speaking"- "Thanks. I just STRIVE for my fucking ATTITUDE." She snarled, turning around and kicking her own heels, trudging in slow, heavy pawsteps towards the camp entrance.
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[delayed post]"Break it up, if you will!" Castingpaw spat, jumping between the cats.
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...the mouse >w<
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"You'd think you were Bloodclanners, the way you're cussing and trying to kill each other," Dami rumbled, her meow hardened and irritated. Sure, she loved cussing and maybe a good argument now and then.
Still, they were arguing about something so petty, she couldn't help feeling annoyed. The snow leopard cub lashed her tail, grey eyes flicking around.
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"He's got issues. He was probably in one of his weird possessed-like hazes."
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*Interacting*Poisonpaw turned around at this.
"Speaking"-"Issues? Sure. But he can't help it. It's not his fault he inherited his BloodClan parent's mental problems. Blame whoever wasn't gaurding the nursery like they were supposed too, not Mentalpaw." -
Castingpaw snorted. "Now can we just drop this? Yeah, he can't help it." But then he felt a sudden pang of sympathy. Mentalpaw must be lonely.
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*Interacting*- "And you shouldn't be telling us. You should have gone straight to Witchingstar or Bloomingflower. Congratulations, you have officially spread gossip that didn't need to be spread."