SEND YOU MY LOVE && OPEN TRESPASSER

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    Wielding his small dagger, the serval cub decided to explore some more. Going to Sunclan actually hadn't been that bad. He met some people. They knew him, though the feeling of socializing had left him trembling, a little. It was a good thing he came off as confident. Linx passed the borders, and that was when the god awful scent hit him and he recoiled in pure disgust, olive eyes widening. Linx had yet to be exposed to the horrors of the world, though no doubt in a place like this, he would be. The son of Euron was a very flexible and small, solitary serval. He could fit anywhere. Anywhere being under barbed wires. Knowing that this would possibly go wrong for him, the tiny male figured he could easily get out of it with his new dagger. Little did he know what kind of place he had entered.


    He easily slipped under the barbed wire, though it scratched his back and made him wince. He had gotten to here unseen by the watchful eye of people in the wooden watchtower cough rick cough by going through the dried grass which blended perfectly with his fur. And he made it here. Blinking his olive eyes, they scanned the new environment. No doubt his strong BHR scent would have drifted around the place. Oh! Was that food? His stomach growled, and although he was nervous, he couldn't help but feel intimidated by everything here. Even the bloodstained grass made him get the jitters.


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    Oh, how wonderful. An intruder from the Blackheart Rogues. One that smelled also faintly of Sunclan.
    Although he didn't have any problems with the BHR, Sunclan was definitely one he did not like.
    So, Generalcuster stomped over narrowing his eyes as he looked down on the kid. Hey, maybe there was a reason, like joining, that he was here. Better to check first, after all.
    "Name and business?"


    mobile


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    jerome smirked, gently nudging his way passed genny and looking down at him. he flashed a toothy grin, before aiming to shove his paws into the cubs side and grab him by the scruff tightly. he was in one of those moods, you know? it just felt right to go after this guy.
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    //sock hiiii


    the executor smelled an intruder while he was in one of the watchtowers. he must have slipped past him while his back was turned or something. the sumatran peered down below to see who it was, and what was going on. brian began to make a quick descent to the earth below, sky blue visionaries glaring towards the serval cub as jerome attack him.

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    Staring with wide eyes towards the sudden appearance of someone, who looked pretty impressive, Linx opened his mouth to speak when he was roughly jostled to the side and grabbed. What in the world? The serval cub was immobile as his scruff was grabbed and he looked up to see Jerome, and his claws went out. "H-Hey! I'm Linx, not looking for any trouble!" He hissed defiantly, trying to wriggle around and then his paw crept desperately towards the handle of his dagger, sensing danger around the corner as he struggled. At being called a cutie, his neck fur fluffed up some more and he released a small growl, needle sharp claws swinging.


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    "He's a trespasser. He should be attacked." Bill snorted at the others, letting out a small growl. He watched Jerome, nodding and smiling. See, this is why he liked him.
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    "looking for trouble or not, you shouldn't be here unless you're joining. but since you're not..." the executor rumbled before attempting to pin the serval down and break his right leg.


    //lame

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    she was a cold battle strategist sure, but she believed in fair fights. and this- this was no fair fight. the creature was absolutely tiny, outnumbered greatly. Stop toying with the poor kid. It's rude to play with your food. she snapped at jerome, but didn't bother messing with the others. she doubted jerome would seriously harsher, but she wasn't too sure about the other two. she watched, a frown of distaste stitching itself to her mouth. grumbling to herself, she would attempt to grab the cub by the scruff and harshly shake him before looking around for any objections. she wanted this kid to be her capture, though wouldn't steal if someone had already claimed him.

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    not looking for trouble, when you came to a clan that causes it? jerome chuckled at this thoughts and dug his teeth further into the scruff of the cub, and aim to jerk him backwards when he began to act up. the ginger tomcat emitted a low growl, aiming to sink his claws into his side and drag them down.


    he frowned once governor came over to take part though. i guess i can share. he huffed, letting go of linx's scruff and looking to nikita. oh, if only she had caught him in his more flirtatious moods. no. he stated with a shrug, pulling out his knife and waitinf for governor to do his thing so he could have a turn.
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    Nikita have a low growl, not looking for a scuffle. Though if she wanted this serval, she was going to get him. Though she did still wait for approval from the higher ranks, giving a curled lip to Jerome. They were a lovely mix, until they both got in moods like this.

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    SWEATER OF THE DAY #2

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px; color: white;]Linx formed a gob of spit in his mouth and spat at Bill, teeth glistened with saliva before a paw slammed down on his leg and it broke, and the serval cub couldn't help but release a loud scream, claws out as he struggled to escape. Barbaric b*tches. He would come back and kill them all! Though maybe when he was older and stronger. Linx, right now, was weak. Even with his dagger, he was weak. It was weird. When an attack had been on him, another followed it. The jostle from Nikita. And then Jeromes claws ripped through his flank, and Linx felt tears come to his eyes, but he knew better then to cry in front of Savages like these. In fact, Linx held a bit of hot mouth A.K.A he was f*cking sassy when he needed to be. "You guys are weak cowards! Picking on someone smaller cos' you're too scared to pick a fight with someone stronger." He snarled, tail lashing.


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    well she was hoping the kid was gonna give them a run for their money, but maybe she was too hopeful of the child. she let out a cold snarl at the thing, looking at Jerome with a less angry expression at him, and a one full of cool rage towards the child. her eyes were not wild and bloodthirsty. no, all of her anger was concealed in a sort of coolness. she was completely calm, striding towards Jerome and giving a snort. sorry Jer, carry on. she hummed, before flashing her needle like fangs at the kid.

    governor snorted as the trespasser made that pitiful excuse. "we're not picking on you dumbass. you trespassed our territory, so this happens." the executor replied, lashing his tail as he attempted to stab the serval in eye, claws unsheathed.