Creative titles are a skill I don't have //p; luckyseven

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    |Martin|[color=white]13 moons[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Male[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]DarkClan[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medic[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medium[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Domestic Cat[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]No kill[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]PM for capture[color=#00ced1]|


    [color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Average phys. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Above average psych. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Attack with [color=#ff312e]#ff321e

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    [color=white]IC[color=#00ced1];; [color=white] No cat needed medical assistance, as far as Martin could tell from a quick visit to the Nurses' Station. Heading back down to the second floor, where his room was, the sandy-brown tabby was aware of the hunger he had. Stopping to debate skipping his first meal of the day, or fetching some from the pile of food that was within the academy, Martin stood still for several seconds.


    Knowing the importance of food, he headed towards the pile, stopping in front of it and hesitantly staring at it. He really should sharpen his hunting skills... especially since there wasn't much going on. Sure, he'd joined the marines and such, but nothing critical had occurred yet. At least last time he stood around aimlessly he was told to go on a border patrol. Still staring at the pile, he weighed the prospect of going out to hunt again.


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    Luckyseven - - - Female - - - Darkclan - - - Soldier - - - Hard


    ❝You wanna piece of me?❞


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    Lucky had spent the day in her room, licking up a container of Nutella and laying around on her bed. Now? She was out of her room and planning on eating some real food and getting a drink to soothe her dry throat. As she padded towards the pile, the albino she cat spotted Martin. "Oh, hello. Debating on food selections?" She asked curiously, a grin on her pink lips.

    |Martin|13 moons|[color=white]Male[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]DarkClan[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medic[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medium[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Domestic Cat[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]No kill[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]PM for capture[color=#00ced1]|


    [color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Average phys. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Above average psych. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Attack with [color=#ff312e]#ff321e

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    [color=white]IC[color=#00ced1];; [color=white] His thoughts on food interrupted by the appearance of another cat, he did the only thing possible. [color=#00ced1]"Yes… not quite sure what I want to eat right now."     he replied as he moved his green gaze from the piles to the albino she-cat, then back and back again. [color=#00ced1]"What would you think is better right now - the rabbit, the squirrel or the mouse?"     He questioned calmly.


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    Luckyseven - - - Female - - - Darkclan - - - Soldier - - - Hard


    ❝You wanna piece of me?❞


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    "Definitely not squirrel. Fuzz and heat don't go well. Are you hungry? Or snackish?" She questioned, dipping her head to the side in question.

    |Martin|13 moons[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Male[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]DarkClan[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medic[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medium[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Domestic Cat[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]No kill[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]PM for capture[color=#00ced1]|


    [color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Average phys. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Above average psych. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Attack with [color=#ff312e]#ff321e

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    [color=white]IC[color=#00ced1];; [color=white] Was he feeling properly hungry, or just peckish? A bit of both. [color=#00ced1]"I'd say more snackish than hungry, but…"     He answered with a twitch of his ears.


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    Luckyseven - - - Female - - - Darkclan - - - Soldier - - - Hard


    ❝You wanna piece of me?❞


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    "I'd say mouse." She mewed, offering the medicine cat a small smile.

    |Martin|[color=white]13 moons[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Male[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]DarkClan[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medic[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medium[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Domestic Cat[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]No kill[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]PM for capture[color=#00ced1]|


    [color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Average phys. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Above average psych. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Attack with [color=#ff312e]#ff321e

    please[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]

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    [color=white]IC[color=#00ced1];; [color=white] In between the motions required to grab a mouse, curiosity grabbed hold. [color=#00ced1]"So then, who are you?" He asked simply as he scanned the place.


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    Luckyseven - - - Female - - - Darkclan - - - Soldier - - - Hard


    ❝You wanna piece of me?❞


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    "Luckyseven. You're Martin, right?" She asked.

    |Martin|13 moons[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Male[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]DarkClan[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medic[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]Medium[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]No kill[color=#00ced1]|[color=white]PM for capture[color=#00ced1]|


    [color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Average phys. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]High psych. strength[color=#ff312e]|[color=white]Attack with [color=#ff312e]#ff321e

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    [color=white]IC[color=#00ced1];; [color=white] "Yes." He answered simply.


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