SIX SEVEN CHAINS ON — private, sparrowpaw

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    [justify][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: none; width: 500px]Floating around clans weren't really his thing. He rarely came around these wretched alliances as he called them. Too many rules, too many uptight cunts, too many people in general. The male was a solitary creature, a lone wolf. Or dire wolf for that matter. He finally decided to simply roam the outskirts of a heavily scented border he hadn't cared to learn the title of. He was once part of an alliance himself, but that was ages ago. It wasn't for him but maybe now he could adjust to it if it came to the right group.


    "Independent b*tches only, independent b*tches only, boss n*ggas only, thick b*tches only." Kronos mumbled dully under his breath, singing along to a song that seemed to be caught in a loop within his mind. It was quite vulgar to say the least, but the male listened to what he wished in spite of other pretentious individuals suggesting otherwise.


    Kronos was utterly bored.


    / muse is low atm sigh


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 10px;]Sparrowpaw was out and about, as always. She, too, was bored, but not enough to mindlessly wander. She was in RoseClan and ThornClan territory, pushing through a tangle of foliage. Why was it so thick here? Sparrowpaw busily untangled the plants, disposing of a dead bush that had gotten into the mess. This was a useless activity, yes, but finally she had completed it. She heard a rustle soon, and the torbie looked upwards to see a rather plump wren hopping on the large branches above.


    Sparrowpaw's leafy green eyes narrowed, and silently she latched onto the tree trunk, pulling herself upwards. Hunting was one of her favorite things to do. Sparrowpaw continued upwards until the oblivious bird was close. She flexed her unsheathed claws, and with a powerful hiss, she swiped at the bird, killing it with a squawk. She then held the wren in her jaws, balancing gracefully on the tree.


    That was when she noticed Kronos. She blinked, staring down at the large canine. Her tail twitched. Instinct told her to run for her life, but she was really interested. Sparrowpaw heard him mumble to himself, and she ultimately decided to confront him. She leaped from the tree, going down branch to branch until she was in the grass again. She set down the wren, and then she trotted through the foliage once more, padding right up to Kronos.


    As Sparrowpaw got closer, she became more wary. Yes, she did live with a tyrannosaurus, but it was easier, knowing he was on her side and knowing that she knew his personality. Wolves were tricky creatures, and felines didn't have great relationships with wolves, or any canine at all. Sparrowpaw knew Clan life was different on that subject, but with strangers, you had to be careful.


    "'Ey." Sparrowpaw meowed, rather unsure.