MY MIND'S A REVOLVER [o, Bloodclanner showing up]

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height:70%; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 25px; color: #98AFC7; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]IN MY CROWN, I AM KING
    ♚ -- I love their endless worshiping[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; width: 410px; border-top: 3px dashed; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; font-family: verdana; line-height:95%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]The tiger was currently strolling through Thunderclan territory, his brown eyes were looking around, hoping for something to do. This was a takeover, clearly there had to be something to do, anything. [b]"Shame, this could of been something, nice."     He was talking about the clan territory, but instead it had to be wasted with something like Thunderclan. Sighing, Broken rolled his eyes as he walked further into the territory, towards the camp actually. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]The Cougar had resided just outside of the camp. She had abandoned her old nest in the Apprentice's Den. She wasn't going to face her Clanmates and see their rapidly deteriorating morale.


    So, instead, she had confined herself in a tree, she'd assumed that Avrae would in one of those trees, maybe, just maybe she could find him and he'd go and find Sunny, and she might be able to help. Maybe.


    Upon seeing the familiar form of the tiger she frowned, giving an annoyed sigh. Arrogant idiot. She debated on killing him, just to show Fragilepast that he wasn't almighty, but decided against it. Unfortunately, she didn't have Nosferatu's Regeneration power.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px;][justify] #fragilepast
    The British male stalked over towards the unfamiliar face, but he was this was a Bloodclanner come to help him. Nevertheless, he didn't protest. Fragilepast offered a nod towards Broken and kept walking on to do his business in camp.
    /muse death

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][font=georgia]He wasn't angry anymore-- not at the BloodClanners, at least. If anything, now he wanted to capture one and get inside their head. He wanted to see their true colors. Their fear. He wanted to know what things were like in their life. But he didn't care for them.


    So in silence, the male watched, staring vacantly at the newly arrived BloodClanner. Perhaps this could be his victim, but he was too large. Much too large. Coldsweats needed someone his size.

    [justify]Wildlife honestly didn't care anymore. All the BloodClanners would soon be gone. Oh, and they would get MAJOR butt-whooping after this, you don't even understand how harshly! The grizzly had days and days of bad events planned for BloodClan.[/justify]