we're in between [ open - thunderclanner ] heaven and hell

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]★ [font=meiryo]So, BloodClan wanted to take away their deputy, huh? Well, Wildlife had an even larger trick up his sleeve- how had they been dealing without their leader?


    Wildlife was on the border now, however, with a little special someone under one of his huge paws, literally. The grizzly bear was perched on the border with a completely neutral expression, his paw grasped tightly on Sola, trapping her with her chest, legs, and neck under his paw. He wondered if anyone had been around long enough to know that he used to do this all the time. Ah, no matter, they'd figure it out now.


    If they didn't give back Samuel? Ah, well, they wont have Sola back. It was really quite simple, and Wildlife was willing to believe that BloodClan would be rational. If not, Wildlife was also prepared to be attacked, the strong way or the weak way. Even if they did attack him, well, that didn't effect him. Sola was in his grasp, and she would be until BloodClan gave back Samuel, and if they had any other ThunderClanners, them too, perhaps.


    Wildlife was silent. They'd arrive soon enough. Sola was going nowhere.
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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 8pt;]The female felt trapped, but in the literal sense this time, the pressure causing her to snap. Baby blue eyes were narrowed, violent storms of ice, directed towards Wildlife as a pointed glare was sent up in his direction. "This is stupid," she muttered under her breath, mostly just bitter about the fact that so many enemies were larger than her, and it was that physical advantage that was bound to be her downfall. Sure, she was a good fighter, but there were some cases she couldn't escape; sneak attacks, damaging blows, etc. Wildlife had caught her, and although she'd like to argue that there was a reason behind that - a fault on her end - she only stayed silent, frowning deeply as she snapped her jaws in a quick motion, feeling defenseless.

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    This was his supposed mother-figure. The cub was the first to stumble upon the scene, apparently, and he was struck with an odd fear at the sight. He couldn't say he knew all that much about her, but she was marrying two of his dads, dating another, and working with the last of them. So she did play a large role in his life, aside from being the, well, leader. [b]"Why - why are you doing this?"     The golden cub demanded softly, eyes flicking between the bear and the wolf.

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    He hadn't known that Sola had been captured - what a good friend he was - but as soon as he came across the ThunderClanner that had her in his grasp, he was instantly on high alert. Black lips peeling back, the amputee tiger would rush over, slender tail lashing behind him as he stopped in front of Wildlife. "What the hell do ya' think you're doin', asshole?" he snarled, glancing towards Stormcub for a split second. Of course his kid had gotten here first. "Storm, get Pollux, now."

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    Was he just trying to get him to leave? No matter, because gettin Pollux seemed pretty smart right now. His dads were strong, the more of them that were here, the easier this would go. So, with only one glance backwards, the champagne-gold cub turned tail and ran back towards camp. [b]"Pollux? Dad? Someone's got Sola,"     was all that could be heard upon his return.


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    male - wolf - 11 Months - very difficult
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    The stench of Thunderclan brought Caelus out toward the border in tow of Storm and Merle. He wasn't sure what all the fuss was about but he was keen on the idea of making another capture. Despite being young and inexperienced there was a ferocity and desperation in the lean male that made him quite successful at seeking the thrills of a capture.


    He was a little surprised though to find Sola in the grasp of some bear. Sitting patiently on the border the Thunderclanner seemed to be waiting for them, and Caelus only hoped that when Pollux arrived he'd order them to rip the Thunderclanner to pieces. A bear would be an excellent challenge, or so Caelus thought.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: none; width: 500px;][justify]Hah - no. Pollux didn't negotiate with assholes, especially assholes who had the audacity to snatch up their leader right under their fuckin' noses. Actually, a better question was how the fuck had he managed to do it before anyone laid a damn paw on him? Hm. The snow leopard sized up the grizzly bear, blue eyes narrowed in irritation as he stomped over, tail lashing wildly behind him. "You have five seconds to let Sola go or I'll rip your fuckin' throat out," the deputy threatened.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify]★ Wildlife wrinkled his nose at Sola's comment, then he raised his head again to gaze forward. He glanced down at the cub and then cleared his throat, about to answer, but Merle came before he could speak. He rolled his eyes. "Right, I'm the asshole." He huffed to himself, snorting in amusement and annoyance under his breath.


    "It's real simple, actually," he rumbled with a shrug, glancing at Sola again. "You return Samuel, you get Sola." Wildlife said, waiting for a reply. "You don't return Samuel, you wont get Sola." He stated. Ah, yes, he loved BloodClan. Poppy baby, hypocritical, bitchy BloodClan. You can never go wrong.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; height: 330px; background: url(http://a-z-animals.com/media/a…mages/470x370/jaguar6.jpg)][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; width: 240px; height: 250px; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; opacity: .75; margin-right: -10px][justify][size=11pt]"You are surrounded by BloodClanners. You do realize that, right? So I don't think you are in any position to negotiate." Evangeline stated in a soft, very hostile, voice. Sola meant a lot to the fourth tier. She was like an aunt to the scarred jaguaress. Eva would do almost anything for the fawn colored leader.


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    "Yeah, yer' the asshole. I ain't the one holding yer' leader hostage on yer' own damn borders." It was unbelievable how thick this guy's skull was. First, he captures the leader, and then he tries to pick a fight when the whole damn clan confronted him! "Hm, how 'bout we don't give back this Samuel guy, you give us Sola, and you go home in a body bag?" As he ended his sentence, the Siberian tiger would aim to shoot a ball of fire at the bear, hopefully causing him to loosen his grip on Sola.