GET YO ASSES OVER HERE )) O - battle training

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]"HEY WEAKLINGS!" Jester yowled at the top of his lungs. He was standing in the courtyard of the castle, the side that was entirely layered in dirt and scratchy grass. Perfect for fighting. "PULL YOUR SORRY ASSES OUT OF BED AND GET DOWN HERE! BATTLE TRAINING IN THE COURTYARD!"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; margin-top: 75px; width: 370px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 1px;][justify][size=8][color=#0148CA]"HELL YEAH!" Crystals called out loudly, running into the courtyard at top speed and smiling at the count.
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    [align=center][sup](c) MAYDAY

    Combat had never been her forte, and so Dreampaw figured it might be a good idea for her to partake in this battle training. The tortie and white female made her way over quietly, waiting for more people to gather.

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    Ballad had much of the same problem as Dreampaw, so he came in nervously. Waving his tail, the shy tom decided to keep back from what was obviously a very infuriated Jester. It was strange seeing him like this, when Bal could remember Jester being a young little cub who liked to explore.
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    [size=20pt]CITADARK SARTAQ-ZYMPHORNA

    [size=12]leader * tribe of many storms * canine * male * pm to plot[/size]

    [hr]"I'll come." Citadark barked, padding up to the scene of the combat training in his German shepherd body. This form was more powerful, and he needed to hone his skills in it a little more than he needed combat as a marsupial. In his other body, the leader could just kick and break ribs.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]This would probably be the majority of the people available for a raid, so Jester decided to cut the waiting there. "We need to get you in shape. You have no skill in fighting, which is why we've been stomped on by the Toxic Alliance and the rest of the Anti-Clans." The tiger stomped his paw in irritation. "Ballad and Dreampaw, you're with me. Tal, Cita, and Crystal to the other side of the courtyard. First team to down the opposing team."


    He stopped, eyes flashing with a hidden emotion, one very uncommon to the Count. "Claws out, teeth out, no crippling wounds." He then turned to his two other teammates and jerked his head to the wall. "Let's get ready."

    "I want to play, too" Danse meowed, flicking his ear towards his father. The tom's stare was cold, but distant as it was usually nowadays. The tiger waited for an answer from his father.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester turned, tensed shoulders and hard glare softening slightly. "Our team, hurry." He grunted.


    //lame

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    bad time to be pregnant, the cream cameo rushed out as fast as she could and came back in her cougar body. "i hope i'm not too late.."


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    [align=center][sup](c) MAYDAY #memoirstufani #ardelletufani

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    'right memoirs our team to even things out. jester can we get time to discuss strategies?', the wildcat asked, shifting to domestic feline.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 8pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester turned to his fellow Count and nodded. "Yes. Five minuets."