I'm just a normal thief, nothing to worry about/ Joining!

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    A smokey black tom, with dark olive eyes walked around the border with a suspicious glint in them. His pink tong would often swipe across his maw as he stood there waiting for something. He soon stopped as a slightly larger cat stepped in beside him, better known as his brother. The two shared small glances before the smokey black tom's brother nodded and dashed away. Sitting down the tom wrapped his tail around his paws, while his white tail tip touched his paws. His olive eyes seeming as if they were angered by what the other tom had done, "Well then... Abandoned." The tom rasped to himself, "I guess if you want something done, you'll have to do it yourself." He added bitterly, before standing up and carefully beginning to make his way up the territory. It wasn't hard to see that this tom wanted something.

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    "Ah, there you are," The savannah muttered, catching up on the stranger. "I've been following your scent." Sitting down, his tail twitched as he scanned the tom. "Name and Business?"
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    The tom quickly twisted his head around, hearing another's voice, "Well, my business is none of your's." He hissed lowly, knowing that he was only here to take a couple of things. Perhaps he wasn't all that careful when walking through the territory, "In all honesty, I was simply passing through." The tom added, even though he was lying, he had done this enough to make it seem believable.

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    The savannah grinned at the malicious tone, standing up. "You know, attitudes like that get you nowhere. If you want to pass through you'll need some manners, mind you. What is your name and Business?" He asked, pressing into his words to show his seriousness.    		 [img width=238 height=200]http://farm8.staticflickr.com/…12798650_4efd8484ea_o.jpg[/img]
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    & name?--
    nevermore hathor darling
    & age?--
    24 moons
    & rank?--
    warrior , first tier
    & parents?--
    hathor rose * amour darling * coldstar
    & powers?--
    9/9 lives, give/take pain, bond - no one,
    & attack in?--
    indigo
    & tag?--
    #neverdear
    & siblings?--
    (Those still active.)
    Amour*Hathor*Coldstar - Siberia
    Amour*Ferox*Nightburst - Chime, Charlemagne Francis, Acantha, Frodo, Ruined Innocence
    & love interests?--
    none
    & generation?--
    2
    [align=center][glow=black,3,100]this is my last resort[/glow]

    The tom's ears flattened on his head as he took a slight step forward, along with unsheathed claw that soon dug into the dirt, "The name is Arachnophobia..." The tom responded, but not with his real name, but his rouge name, "But my friends call me Arachno." He added, an angered frown appearing on his face, not because of his name, but the fact that he was caught. Arachno then went to answer the next question, "As I old you before, I am passing through. Now, if you'd let me go on my way i'd be happy to leave you be." The smokey tom meowed, standing to his paws.

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    This was a rather interesting fellow. Usually, if someone was at the border or in the territory, they were lost, wishing to join, or had a good reason to be there. But this was a whole new case. "You'll have to leave then. If you aren't joining, we don't take kindly to trespassers." The pregnant angel mewed as she fluttered over, her purple oculars turned a reddish orange hue.
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    Oh, hi!))


    The tom turned to look at the female, giving her a slight nod before padding off. He wasn't prepared to leave, no. But he was instead prepared to exit the territory then come back when they all have gone. The tom noticed his brother sitting patiently waiting for him out of the border, "Come on..." Arachno growled, walking ahead of the tom who was just getting up, "We will be back later... Just wait for them to exit, okay? Then you will get your part of the deal."