this goes against my moral code » open, rc kit capture

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]having gotten away from the riverclan kit raid in his wolf body, leaving his other three forms to continue fighting, the spanish black wolf carried zephyroskit in strong yet gentle jaws to darkclan camp, steps quick and determined, blue eyes cold and hard. he hated taking children from their mothers, yet apparently that was the style of this clan, so private nightpaw gently placed the child at his feet. "sorry, kid." the canine muttered to zephyroskit then, before frowning. what was he meant to do with the kit?


    /mobile + bed

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    Zephyroskit only glared up at the wolf, a string of curses running through his mind. But he held his tongue and instead asked, "Why'd you take me here?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"contest," private nightpaw responded simply. "plus, it was a kit raid- i don't like taking children, but orders are orders." the wolf sat down then, stretching his forelimbs. [b]"but i don't know what to do now. see what someone else says."

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    "Wait, wait," Zephyroskit was getting a bit ticked off. "So you took me here to win a stupid contest?"
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    "Calm down, you're not gonna die. It's just a simple capture contest." Waterpup commented, trotting up to the kitten. She love to greet capture kittens even though she didn't agree with capture herself. Then she broke out into a toothy grin. "Anyways, what's your name? My name is Waterpup!" The pup would have been hopping around but she was just too tired and out of it today. She would be back to normal the next day.

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    My name is None of Your Business. He bit back the smart remark and instead said, "Zephyroskit."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; border: dotted 1px #262024; text-align: left; font: 12pt georgia; color: red; width: 560px;]No need to try, it's already happened.

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    "RiverClan is a lot different than DarkClan, I imagine. It's not like we're gonna kill you." Malantha told the kit gently. They shouldn't be so angry; it wasn't that bad. If Malantha was kidnapped, she'd just wait it out unless they had other plans. "Make yourself comfortable, you'll be here a while."    		 [fancypost bgcolor=brown; #262024; text-align: justified; font: 12px georgia; color: black; overflow: auto; width: 150px; height: 200px;]OOC~ [fancypost bgcolor=brown; #262024; text-align: justified; font: 12px georgia; color: black; overflow: auto; width: 150px; height: 200px;]Malantha's Bio




    She-wolf
    Tan, grey and white with red tint
    Feisty and caring
    DarkClan Warrior
    Single


    ©Ashenova

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"yes, for a contest. are you the son of the riverclan deputy, then? she's not a bad fighter for a proclanner." though very easy to overpower. ok, ok, it was two against one, though to be fair she'd been a full grown bear and he'd been a tiny little capuchin monkey and an adolescent tiger. a few hits and the latter body would be down; probably a gentle knock would've killed the former. and yet the acrobat had somehow triumphed... the male nodded to those approaching, tail twitching.