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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]Alois didn't mind the snow. He was rather indifferent about it. What he didn't like was the massive amount of private threads in DarkClan and his recent bout of inactivity. So the demiboy decided to do something at least slightly interesting, as he was bored and wanted to fix the two aforementioned problems. "Snowball fight!" Called the tiger, hoping a few would show.

    [move]:DGracie! Gracie! Gracie! :D[/move]
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    [shadow=black,left]IC:[/shadow] Gracie poked her head out of the bushes. "Bacon and rice? Not the best combination but it's better than raw meat, i guess."


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    [glow=blue,2,300]"If I had something like that, I'd put it somewhere safe. Like my matress."-Captian Roy Montgomery[/glow]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 12px;]All those private threads was why her roleplayer didn't make a 'Plot with Huntingpaw' thread. Well, that and she was shit at keeping up with it.


    The anti-social child of the Insignian Underboss came forward, pelt color matching the snow as her burgundy oculars scanned the scene. Maybe Hunti would skip out on this activity like she always did. Or wait until someone threw a snowball at her, and kill them with a boulder made of snow. That was how the bitch rolled.
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    [b]"Fuck yeah you're going down Alois!" Electra mewed, seemingly from nowhere considering she was now invisible. And then a lone snowball was flying through the air towards the tiger's face.






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    Oh no, that was the worst thing to happen. He had started hating the snow amd now there was a snowball fight
    He hissed sharply in annoyance as he ducked his body behind a half fallen down tree. Safety was what he wanted st the moment.
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    [move]:DGracie! Gracie! Gracie! :D[/move]
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    [shadow=black,left]IC:[/shadow] Grace stepped into the middle of the clearing. "Did some one say 'bacon and rice?" Sometimes she could be a real mouse brain.


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    [glow=blue,2,300]"If I had something like that, I'd put it somewhere safe. Like my matress."-Captian Roy Montgomery[/glow]

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    [justify][size=10][color=#7A6126][font=andale mono]Eternite padded up, feeling the cool touch of the snow on his paws. He felt happy and distraught all at once, but he wasn't sure why. He knew, oh he knew what could cause the feeling, but why?


    So he shook the feeling away. "Vatican, the snow only lasts so long." The lion himself was in much better shape, wounds on the mend. Rolling a snowball, he chucked it in the direction of Vatican, grinning as he joined in the battle.

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    Gothicgown remained in the tree she was in, knowing she would be giving herself away if she came out. She would stand out like a sore thumb, her fur was the opposite color of the snow. But up in the shadows of the treetops, she was invisible. She didn't even need to turn on her invisibility because she had already disappeared thanks to camouflage.


    Watching the activities down below, Gothicgown recognized all of the DarkClanners that were there but Gracie. Cats probably can't even eat rice. The Mobian snapped in her head, growling inaudibly. And if they could, they wouldn't like it. Save that for the humans and the furries like me. But fucking Dr. Eggman had to send her here as a cat, which she didn't want to remember right now.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Snow was new to Cesare. He'd always been in warmer climates during the winter time; after leaving the Covenant, he's spent most of his time in various deserts. He liked warmth. Oh, he'd been in ShadowClan for a few days during the winter, but not when it had snowed. This was the first real storm he was witnessing.


    He glanced around him, gaping, before shuddering with disapproval. Ugh. The temperature was bad enough; he didn't need these soft ice-things as well. Alois had mentioned a snowball fight, so he figured that this was snowball. A weird name, but the flakes were also weird. Letting a hiss escape from between his teeth, the dark dragon clanked forward. He wasn't usually one for games, but why not?


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    Aha, another snowball fight; Comet had had a great deal of practice recently, and this was turning out to be the perfect place to practice. Scooping up handfuls of snow, he proceeded to make a sizeable heap of snowballs, and began throwing them. "Hey, Cesare," he called, taking aim at the lumbering black dragon, "Have a taste of this!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt White; margin-top: -13px; letter-spacing: 1px;] [size=22pt]Eve[/size][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]Eve wanted to enjoy jumping about in the snow and stuff, she really did, but the kit was just too small at the moment to get around it without great effort. Besides, it was really cold and wet, and Eve didn't enjoy going back inside shivering with her pelt soaked. Looking on at the group with a hint of sadness in her eyes, the kit turned to leave but was once again stopped by Seth. The crow leaned in, and apparently he must have whispered something to her, as when he pulled back there was a new smile on her face [color=black]"Go for it Seth!" Eve giggled and dived into the snow. After making a snowball as best as she could, the Corvid swooped down and picked it up between his talons. His dark eyes narrowed as he circled around in the air for a moment before commencing a bombing run on Comet, specifically his face. It'd be much more amusing that way.
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    "Argh!" Comet staggered backwards with a mouthful of disgusting, wet snow. "Ew! Gross! Who was that?" He squinted at the sky, noticing a familiar black crow circling the sky. Sure enough, Eve was just a short distance away, smiling and making snowballs. "Why, you!" Comet grabbed a snowball off of his pile and bounded towards her, stopping a few steps away and throwing the ball lightly at the kit.


    Was she going to join in the rest of the snowball fight, or just keep making snowballs on the side for the crow to use? Actually, yeah, he could imagine the problems if she went straight into the fight - she was so small, she could just get buried in the snow and no one would realise. "Hey, Eve, do..." Man, he felt so dumb asking this. "Do you want to sit on my back? And play? That way, you won't, uh, trip."


    He looked around at the rest of the animals, "We're all gonna get wet anyway. You don't have to, 'course."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px]Snowball fight? That... actually sounded pretty fun. Will was tempted to take part, but instead stood off to the side, unsure how he should join in. So the silver tabby simply stood there, watching with a furrowed brow, glancing back and forth in his usual anxious manner as the snowballs flew.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Hearing his name, Cesare turned his head. Following the well known law that takes precedence in situations like this, he did so just in time to get a lump of snow in his face. Wonderful. He was shocked, and for a minute stood still, letting the snow melt over his snout. His pale tongue darted out of his mouth to lap at the dripping water. "It tastes wet," he informed Comet, unsure of why the male had needed him to taste it when he could have done the same just as easily.


    Revenge was served in the form of Seth, but Cesare wanted to give some of his own. He could pay back Comet easily. If he ever figured out how to roll the snow into a ball, anyway. It took him a while to clump the white snowflakes together, but he soon had a slushy missile to aim at Comet (and Eve, if the girl was already on top of him). A dark smile dancing along his mouth, he preceded to wildly shoot the ball.
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    "It tastes wet." Comet stared at the dragon, unsure if he should have been finding the answer more surprising or hilarious. He was beginning to like this dragon, seriously, with all of his weird quirks and serious demeanour. "Cesare, buddy, 'have a taste' is a phrase in everyday speech too, y'know? Never heard of it? It just means, like, watch out." Just as he was turning away, there was a savage, wet blow to the side of his head and he spun around, outraged and grinning widely. So Cesare had figured out how to play this, after all?


    The snow dripped down his side and Comet brushed it off, hurriedly. His paws were already going numb. Making another ball, he aimed it back to Cesare, watching it sail through the air in a white arc of loose snow.
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    When he was struck by the snowball from Eternite he toppled over. Yep, now was the time to act dramatic and his paws flailed in the air as he gave out a stressed tone of voice. "Oh no! My position has been compromised! I can no longer live with my shame and thus have been slain by the large and robust Eternite!" He gave a rather funny gasp as he then laid still. Ha, maybe that would get him out of the game.
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8]The demiboy was actually glad his little game got this much attention. A smirk grew in s maw before he felt the cold wetness of a snowball explode onto his pelt. His body was built for cold weather, so it wasn't too bad, but it still didn't feel nice. He narrowed his azure eyes as he spotted Electra, with the aid of some powers, of course. He scraped together a conglomerate of snow, half tempted to fill it with rocks, however decided against it, before he hurdled it at the femme.


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    Eternal grinned and threw one at old dear Alois's head, then at Com's and electras because why not. She sat down in a fit of giggels and wiped the snow off her black domestic pelt. Damn she felt like her age again not even as old as Mr. Grumps.

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    Electra was distracted by the flying snowballs back and forth that she didn't realize one was coming right for her until the last second and she knocked back, landing in the cold snow. The impact had been so great it had knocked her goggles down over her eyes! Shaking her head and appearing out of thing air, she narrowed her eyes with a playful smirk.






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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]Eve smiled up at Comet and opened her mouth to reply, but was cut short as she noticed the storm of snowballs heading towards them. With a look of alarm on her face, the kit barely had time to move out of the way before they landed "I-Incoming!" She shouted with her eyes glued to the sky in case anymore came. In fact, she was so focused on dodging anymore potential projectiles Eve ran head first into a snowbank with an 'oof'.


    That didn't stop her however, oh no, this was a blessing in disguise! The snowbank would become her cover and ammunition supply. With another little giggle she began to roll more blobs of snow together to allow the crow to continue his bombardment "That one!" She shouted up to Seth whilst pointing at Alois [color=black]"Go get him Seth!" Before beginning to dig out a foxhole to hide in. The crow meanwhile was more than happy to oblige, and after grabbing another chunk of snow went in to do another bombing run on Alois.
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