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    The sight of the male on the border would probably shake some people to the bone. He was disturbingly similar, and yet, nobody had met him in the past. He had the glare, the proud stance, the strangely stern but kind eyes, and the fluffy, tabby pelt. He wasn't a identical match, but he was damn close. He had multiple scars on his back and right shoulder, and they were visibly a terrible wound at one point.
    The three year old tabby male wrinkled his nose, before bending his neck to flatten a stray hair. Lifting his head, his amber eyes hunted down the area, searching for something to move.
    Sasha. I'm looking for a femme named Sasha. The feline thought to himself, before huffing a bit. This is ridiculous, I shouldn't have listened to that old loon. She said they were all dead when she found me.


    //OKAY SO LET ME EXPLAIN.
    I had this plot in mind for a REALLY long time and planned to make it happen before Sasha hit her insanity plot BUT THEN I FORGOT ABOUT IT and I was going through my old RP notes and found this plot outline and had a 'OH *' moment, so I think I'll put it in action now, it'll just be more one sided.
    So. Ladies and gentleman. Sasha's brother! In the mass of dead kits, one more kit managed to pull through the birth. After Whispersong took Sasha; another she-cat stumbled upon the litter, and began searching through and found the barely breathing kit. Etc, etc.

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    Akuma wouldn't be one of those people who would stop dead in their tracks since he had never met the once-had-been ThunderClanner that this one bore a striking resemblance to. The large canine moved forth through the territory with poise in every stride he took, black and velvet cape waving behind him like a flag. The red fur had caught his attention, as it stood out against the greenery surrounding them. Head inclined slightly to the side, lips curling upwards into that false smile he always wore, Akuma wasted no time in approaching this feline. He read over his posture, trying to figure out what sort of person this guy was without even knowing his name. It was a "habit" of his.


    "Yes? How may I be of service?"


    The lean creature inquired in his smooth voice, involuntarily drawing out the 'S' in his speaking. He lowered his incarnadine gaze onto the smaller creature, tail waggling slowly behind him as his cape settled around him. He waited for a response from this unfamiliar male as he lowered himself onto his furry haunches.

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    Oprah made her way up next to Akuma. Hmm, who was this? She was curious to find out, that was for sure, and since Akuma had already asked the initial questions, she tacked on "And your name, please, sir." before falling silent.[/fancypost]

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    Takenpain's amber eyes flicked to look at the pair, blinking a bit. It wasn't a pair that he would expect to run into. This place was nothing like his old home, though, that he learned on the month long journey here. So in all; it wasn't quite as big as a surprise as it was when he pissed off a small field mouse, which ended up becoming a big ass dragon.
    "My name's Takenpain." The male said, in a smooth voice. "I'm looking for a femme named Sasha."

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    "Just my fuckin' luck." Takenpain grumbled, flattening his ears a bit. "Is there anybody here that knew her fairly well?"
    The tom flicked his ear in annoyance as he complained in his head. I walk for a fuckin' month to get here, and the bitch is dead? Are you kidding me? What a rip off. At least I know she existed at a point. Maybe that old loon wasn't as loony as I thought.

    She gave a nervous smile. "My, ah, agent did. They weren't on...good terms. At all. They fought a lot." Crap. Now she was nervous. Not a good thing.

    "All right then, welcome. Agent Oprah, High Guard here. Pleasure." She stuckout her paw for them to shake on it.


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