[ it's as obvious as ] trespasser! [ black and white ]

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    • bulletpaw


    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;]bulletpaw dipped his head at gunslinger. "please, sherlock, just listen to what they say!" the abyssinian pleaded, his eyes fixed on the white feline. "we don't want any trouble."

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;]He never liked to injure someone but hearing Shadehours, he did what he was told. Swallowing down the near apology he was going to give the serval, the cheetah apprentice paws suddenly flashed out, making dirt spray and fly while he aimed to ram his spotted head against the female to push her off in their final warning to get off their territory, his throat began to ignite with sharp growls but Warningpaw made sure not to push his limits.

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    sherlock.


    She rolled her eyes at the deputy's speech. Like she would cooperate with pure strangers. It's like a kit tell a murderer psychopath that they're the leader's spawn! she thought disgustingly, shaking her head. I guess it's because I'm new here; I don't know how these things w—


    Her eyes widened considerably as one of the felines in front of her just... vanished, gone, disappeared without a trace. "What the... agh!" She hissed in pain as an unseen force attacked her, feeling a sharp nip in her side. She growled and sprang backwards, looking up in shock at the one apprentice who managed to decipher her strange code. A wry smile fell across her muzzle, a soft chuckle echoing the change in expression.


    "That's a little late, buddy," she spoke. "And... it seems all some of you wanted was trouble. I could have been agreeable, should things have gone slowly, at my pace. Ya' could have earned a Clan mate, a sleuth, a dedicated warrior. But none of ... well, except for you smart lil' whip ... any of you have shown me any reasons to trust or think you my level." Sherlock continued standing where she was, trying to look for any signs of the invisible furball, not noticing the cheetah diving at her until the last millisecond, gasping as dirt flew and sounding rammed into her body, knocking to the side.


    Foxdung! she mentally snarled as she landed wrong on her right hind leg, twisting her paw as she spun to get up. She stumbled, but quickly stood up tall, gently resting the leg on the ground. "Hit me with your best shot." she calmly stated, no emotion what-so-ever on her face, nor in her eyes.


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    Shadehours gave a soft growl. "I said chase her out, not bloody maul her!"



    OOC: Rushed

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]gunslinger.[/fancypost]
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    The Combatant decided to try things his way. Being a very experienced telepath, he aimed to work his way into Sherlock's mind and plant the idea to leave. While he did that, he used emotion manipulation to aim waves of fear and submission toward her. If she was anything less experienced, she would have no choice but to turn tail and run.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;] Glancing at Shadehours, he wondered if she was telling him. He had only pushed her but Warningpaw was a respectful gentleman so he gave a silent apology to the deputy before turning back to stranger as the cheetah stated "We won't harm you at all if you make peace and leave, ma'am." Warningpaw was getting quite tired of giving warnings even if his name was that but the apprentice simply aimed to nudge her away, his tall figure looming.