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    The young tiger cub flicked his tail happily. It was a chilly day but his thick fluffy coat was keeping him warm. He liked being a tiger. It was a nice body, he thought, although he did think maybe being a dragon would be even more neat. They could fly and everything...although some cats could too, they had neat wings. Evan was still waiting for those to show up. Evangelical Nightmare had hope that some point in the future he would be as neat as all those other people he saw everywhere. The vibrantly colored feline glanced around, darting across the camp and propping up his tree branch between two rocks, wedging it as best he could. He sat back and admired his work for a second, before he started swatting his paws at the dead branch, his aim nor force the best. He was rather new to this fighting thing, after all.
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    [justify][size=10]out of the corner of his eye, armin watched the tiger cub practice his "fighting" on a dead tree branch. he was actually a bit interested, seeing as he was a terrible fighter and evan seemed to be better than him even at his young age. the alabaster trainee shifted his body just a bit, now facing evan a bit more to watch over what he did right or wrong. he wouldn't say anything to him of course, since after all he was still rather young from what he had gathered. armin's azure oculars observed the cub intently, and every so often he turned his gaze away from him as not to get caught.