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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]nighty not so happy

so on the day he'd fended off an attempt attack by some younger apprentices with surprising ease, trained until he almost dropped, gone hunting, tried climbing in his tiger body and then had his first meal in four days, private nightpaw had settled into some sort of sour mood, a quiet and cold rage set deep in the recesses of his sapphire blue eyes as he looked around. whilst the training had helped burn off stress the acrobat had simply woken up in a bad mood, and had tried to lessen that by messing around in his monkey body- no use. now he was simply resting in his main form, a maltese tiger, looking around.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"i love training; there is nothing better. no, i just woke up feeling odd." the private replied simply, offering the hints of a rumbling smile. "i was, ah, soaked by a few younger apprentices last night, and i suppose i haven't yet recovered." he had seen the attack coming, of course, and had beat a few asses, though they had rushed him quickly and unexpectedly in a manner that made it nigh on impossible to fight back. plus, there had been twelve of them. cowards.

"the name's private nightpaw. who're you?" the tiger then inquired.

/mobile ack

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"the remnants from a brief rage are still there, though i got my revenge." a somewhat sly look entered clear blue eyes and the maltese nodded in response to her name, taking in the information backwards and replying to the latter half of her speech before acknowledging the former. "and fought water with fire. of course, i didn't burn them, but one ended up stuck in a tree, another in a hole and the rest i just soaked... hypnotism is a useful power to have." brainwashing apprentices and sending them walking into a river was maybe not the smartest idea, but it had greatly entertained the acrobat nonetheless.

"would you like to do something?"

/still mobile
i hate mobile

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]"it comes with emotion manipulation. that's useful, too." and a pain to use. it gave him headaches, oddly enough, and he often passed out when put under too much stress if using it. he left this out however, rather nodding at her offer to hunt. hunting was always a good activity for him, so the maltese rose to his paws, arching his spine languidly to stretch his lithe and muscular form. "hunting sounds good," the private then agreed- [b]"lead the way,"