GUERILLA RADIO - [ ☆ ] - OPEN, DEATH

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; width:300px;]// so sorry guys, my muse just wasn't cooperating with me and hasn't been with most of my other characters too. if i can get it back up i may put him back in here or bring in a different charrie. i wish i could have done this for longer because stormclan is actually really nice but idk i can barely write with any of my characters now so i'm just dropping all of 'em. i had fun rping with y'all!! ♡♡


    guerillaradio was close to the border, sprawled out on a boulder belly down while his tablet was on the grass. he was watching a new movie he managed to download himself, monsters inc. he was intensely watching the movie and didn't even look up when he heard the rustle in the bush beside him. he began shifting around and then had the unfortune of making eye contact with one if the two wolves who were in the bush. before he could even blink they were both on him and guerillaradio's roeplayer is going to stop because she is squemish and bad at roleplaying deaths.

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    Wheatley flattens his ears. First tinykit now him. Oh great this is just great. "Sorry mate i would have fought if i were with you but i guess things like this just happen.", He mutters to himself since dead body's can't talk.
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    [align=right][size=5pt]© dяeɑmyғish .[/size]
    #dreamydidit

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Fairkit gasped, wobbling over. This was like... the third death? Guerillaradio was a fine guy, even if she didn't know him that well. He had been a high power too. She frowned, pressing her lips together at Wheatly. He acted like this was just a casual thing, like he got attacked and survived with a few scratches while glaring at him. But he was dead. "May StarClan light your path." the kitten solemnly meowed, bowing her head down because it was respectful, and she didn't want to see his eyes. Blood was fine, but the look of death in glazed eyes was horrifying.

    [size=30pt]Littlestar[/size]
    Dilute Tortie Munchkin; Goddess of Stormclan


    Oh no no... Littlestar was tempted to just fall over. First her daughter, now one of her hps? It looked like some sort of canine again too, and frankly the munchkin was feeling a harsh mix of rage and grief anyway, and this certainly wasn't helping. "Rest in peace..." She murmured, more to herself than anyone else. She bowed her head, took a deep breath if only to keep herself together, and then remembered that she had a job to do.
    "We need to increase our patrols, and kits and apprentices shouldn't be out of Camp alone." She mewed, a frown on her maw. There had only been a few deaths, yes, but she wasn't about to lose anyone else. Not if she could help it. She would personally inject cyanide into the murderers necks if she had to, but of course, that might be a bit drastic. Maybe she could just induce some sweet, sweet karma and slit their throats instead; but either way, she was done with this whole people being killed thing.

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    Mitch just sort of... Stared. He'd been doing that quite a bit lately, but as he had joined, he'd had every reason to simply stare. A mauled figure lay before them, making the feline cringe in sympathy and vague disgust.
    He was sorta squeamish.
    " Rest well, man. " He mumbled. He may have been a stranger, but deserved a good sending off.
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    "I can gather some people for a patrol if you'd like littlestar.", Wheatley says turning around to look at littlestar and tilt his head.
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    My 2 kittens are fighting at the moment its adorable XD
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    [align=right][size=5pt]© dяeɑmyғish .[/size]
    #dreamydidit

    [size=36pt]~мєα∂σω тrєєℓαr~[/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=Pink; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 350px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius:20px][size=9pt][color=#C7D283] [color=#D7A765] [color=#A45F40] [color=Black]IC: The kit hummed as she walked when she saw the dead body. "Great. The third death I've seen." She muttered. "I hope you get safely to Starclan." [fancypost bgcolor=pink; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 200px; margin-left: 5 px; border-radius: 5px;][size=9pt][color=Black]OOC:

    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 440px; height: 15px; margin-top: 5px; border-radius: 5px][size=8]Attack in bold~Thoughts in italic~Stormclan.~kit.~5 moons.~
    Prepare for trouble! Make it double! To protect the world with devastation! To unite all people within our nation! To denounce the evil of truth and love! To extend our reach to the stars above! Jessie! James! Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light! Surrender now or prepare to fight! Meow! That's right![/size][/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Fairkit let out a frustrated half-growl, turning towards Wheatly and forgetting this was supposed to be a solemn moment. "We need to bury him first!" she proclaimed, giving a glance at Guerillaradio's dead body, gaze flashing dangerously. Well, not dangerously because a kitten like her wasn't dangerous at all.

    [size=36pt]~мєα∂σω тrєєℓαr~[/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=Pink; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 350px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius:20px][size=9pt][color=#C7D283] [color=#D7A765] [color=#A45F40] [color=Black]IC: "I'll start digging if you want..." The kit replied. [fancypost bgcolor=pink; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 100px; height: 200px; margin-left: 5 px; border-radius: 5px;][size=9pt][color=Black]OOC:

    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 440px; height: 15px; margin-top: 5px; border-radius: 5px][size=8]Attack in bold~Thoughts in italic~Stormclan.~kit.~5 moons.~
    Prepare for trouble! Make it double! To protect the world with devastation! To unite all people within our nation! To denounce the evil of truth and love! To extend our reach to the stars above! Jessie! James! Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light! Surrender now or prepare to fight! Meow! That's right![/size][/fancypost]

    Oh no. Not Guerillaradio. This had been the fellow who welcomed him in when he first joined. A nice, laid-back tom who he felt he could have been good friends with given the time.
    Gildedheart approached with a shaky breath and a low murmur of goodbye before looking up and snapping into 'duty-mode'.
    "Patrols. Yes. But first he needs a proper burial. If you kits like we could use some nice flowers for him. Send him off proper." Get them away from the body and off to be useful where they didn't have to see death so closely.
    "If Littlestar is fine with it, Wheatley, you can take a patrol out now."

    [size=36pt]~мєα∂σω тrєєℓαr~[/size]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 440px; height: 15px; margin-top: 5px; border-radius: 5px][size=8]Attack in bold~Thoughts in italic~Stormclan.~kit.~5 moons.~
    Prepare for trouble! Make it double! To protect the world with devastation! To unite all people within our nation! To denounce the evil of truth and love! To extend our reach to the stars above! Jessie! James! Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light! Surrender now or prepare to fight! Meow! That's right![/size][/fancypost]

    #Redfern


    Red nodded "I'll take the next patrol" he meowed to littlestar, he had a serious look on his face and he wanted to insure the safety of his clan. The tiger looked down at the body and sighed though his nose.