HEART ATTACK | colouredclan raid!

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[size=7pt][align=center][color=red]Appearing first, he stood there and growled. "Hello fucker! Shall we dance?" He asks with a cold lash of his tail. He would circle left and narrow his eyes. Tail lashing and eyes narrowed. Thank god for his new powers. He was going to need them this time.

[align=center][spoiler]GENERAL;
Shallowcollapse || Reincarnation of Zombieinfecction || NPC x NPC || Male || Bisexual || 12 moons || Sunclan || Warrior || Black Fur, white front right paw || Blue eyes || Wears a blue collar with dog teeth in it || Single || Hateful, cold, and dark but can be good if you get close to him || Always has blood on his white paw || Pet Black Cerberus named Babar || Pet White Orthros named Akita || Bio on wall ||

POWERS;
|| Reincarnation ||

BATTLE TAGS;
Ask for capture/kill || Extreme || Attack in black ||

THREAD HUB;
Family Tree
Plotting
Heart Chart
Shop

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 334px; overflow: auto; color: #00ff00; font-family: constantia;][justify]Gaah, fuck fuck fuck! He hated raids, so he usually stayed out of them, but, well... he was already there, and he didn't want to look like a wuss. Everyone already knew he was one here in SunClan, but their enemies didn't need to find out. So Greenday stood, ready to fight, electricity running through his pelt. At least he had elemental powers. That would be useful. If he could avoid burning himself.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; color:#;]Raven stepped out into the battlefield and snarled at the male. She was ready to tango with the ColouredClanners. Embedding her claws in the dirt, she glanced around for a ColouredClanner to fight. Her eyes grazed on one male in particular, but for some odd reason she didn't want to fight him. She quickly averted her eyes before attacking an NPC instead and snapping their neck like a match.

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His first raid, good, he was excited. What wasn't so good? He had no idea what a ColouredClan was. "What are ya jabroni, a robot? We already know what ya made of:skin 'n bones, organs as well, missin' a brain though by the looks of it,". He assumed this stranger was lacking a brain, they were willing to attack his turf and stepping into Cassady's business never ending happily.

"O' wait, I get it now, it's 'cause ya all that weak yer blood is gonna spill for all of us ta see, ah, well that's understandable, and— hey, what's the big idea tough guy? I'm talkin' down a pussy cat and you're 'ere lookin' like a puppet bitin' me tail,". A ColouredClanClan apprentice had tried to sneak up on him, he might have died if not for the feline's lack of battle experience. Seriously, rude much. The fox kicked the NPC, causing him to let go of his tail. The russet animal swivelled around, snapping viciously at the apprentice, catching the creature's flailing paw in his jaws.

Cassady pulled back, causing the young cat to fall down, blood flowing freely from the fresh new wounds on the animal's paw. "You ain't ready for battle kid, get outta here now,". He had some morals still, and with that, the ColouredClanner ran limping back to his home. Thankfully, his opponent had been a timid weak apprentice, would there be others for the fox?
// rushed + mobile

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#DimitriKoseiwashere

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]"Is this suppose to be frightening? Because I hope to disappoint you when I say that it is not." he'd been at the ColouredClan meeting and warned his clan beforehand; which was carelessness on ColouredClan's part, because most of their raids up to the current one had already been known about by the frequent spies being sent forth. Idiots. The blue tabby dragged his small tongue across his snow-white maw, his seagreen eyes glancing about, easily moving out of the way of a out of control ColouredClanner as he did so. "Just as it was not a surprise. Really, I would have thought that by now you would have resorted to telepathy or improved a little since your last failure. I guess I was wrong."

Releasing a low and rolling roar that had curled itself deep into his heavily furred chest, Foriegn bolted powerfully into the raid. Each of his striped legs was a piston, pounds of white ivory bone and thick roped muscle. His mouth gaped open in a yawn, exposing a wide fence of yellow daggers. He closed his jaws in a death grin. The tigers paws clawed up the damp earth, leaving prints wherever he settled his weight.. Pulling his lips back he snapped his jaws at the air with a metallic clip, large round ears lowered flat against his skull, long tail curing against tall hindquarters. Sending out a cursory but malicious as he glanced out at the enemies, as he bristled the amber and black fur that usually rested flat on the nape of his neck.

-rushed, attack in bold

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]▲— [size=10px]Bones rolled his eyes. Oh, jeez. He wasn't much of a fighter either so he just stayed in the back lines. He could fight a little but he was just here because of patriotism.

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After spotting Rosalie the tiger attempted to jump out of the way but couldn't move quick enough, feeling the hiss of a knife tear at his left hindquarter, blood staining his golden-orange and black fur, Foreign gave a loud rumbling snarl of pain before kicking out his back legs in an attempt to break contact and whip as fast as his body would allow to face him again.

Whilst the wolfdog hybrid had her lanky agility, Foreign did not posses this. He was more feral than anything, an unthinking and unfeeling feline with a non existent thought process. His hulking mass made him lack in speed also, as well as agility; his only thing to rely on was his brute strength.

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Even Ambrose knew this was pitiful. The curly furred male's lips were in a thin line, the scar there made prominent by the flattening. What were they doing here, if they were seen as a joke, and they could do nothing to alter such an opinion of themselves? He couldn't lose his conviction, however; he wouldn't desert them here. That still would not change his perception of this as pointless. He went to circling the area, hoping to catch someone off guard, for he was still young, and many of the people here were much larger than he was, with abilities beyond his own.
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Oh, f**k yes. He had been waiting for the chance to spill some blood, and now the ColouredClanners were delivering themselves practically right to his front door! How delightful. Tilting his head to the side a few times, her rolled his shoulders in preparation for the upcoming battle. Heh. Heh heh. He smiled a vicious smile, baring his blood-tinged teeth at his oncoming opponents. The half demon lashed his spiked tail, still grinning maniacally as he thought about sinking his teeth into some ColouredClan flesh. Mm. He'd be eating well that day.
/basically tracking

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; text-align: justify;]The femme, now in a better improved body, ran onto the battlefield. She was a little too excited for this, wasn't she? She hopped around in hopes of ruining someone's day.

&& lame track post ++ medium, attack in bolded white

#lovedlapdancesun