DARLING(O, disappearance)DON'T BE SCARED

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    Kissingpaw had been dragged off by Deathstroke, forcefully and bitterly. She had put up a fight, but the hellhound managed to take her to his own home, where she would stay for a little while, before she came back to BloodClan. As for any sign of a struggle, there was blood everywhere, deep tracks in the sandy ground, and Kissingpaw's and Deathstroke's scents.

    [justify]Anyone up for a mission? Grell asks gleefully, observing the scene before speaking. He was totally up for visiting the taskforce, he was supposed to go there anyways for some reason, but hadn't the chance to yet. So of course now was the perfect time to do that, and why not have someone come with him as well? The more the merrier after all!



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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; width:430px; margin-top: 0px;]Oh, someone got themselves dragged off? Weak, must be a lil kiddo, Nightburst supposed. She joined Grell to observe the scene, splattered with blood and signs of struggle. Well, this kid at least fought like fuck. Nightburst wasn't up for any mission, hell no. But she would certainly go with Grell to see what show the capturor planned for the captured victim.

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    [justify]Well then, we should get going unless someone else wants to tag along Grell hums softly, letting out a small smirk. Ah yes, this would be fun. He knew he was supposed to behave himself around the creatures here, since he was sure some of them didn't quite trust the flamingo, perhaps simply because he tended to enjoy death and chainsaws.



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    Smelling the metallic scent of blood and a random individual not part of bloodclan was what drew him towards the crime scene. Vendaval hardly knew Kissingpaw but that would not stop him from helping them search for her. She was a clanmate after all. I would like to come as well. He murmured with a curt nod of his head, looking around at those gathered within the small group.
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