REAPER MAN | OPEN, VISITING

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Darcia you actually did it. I'm. Thank you for this.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;]It was a.. cow. Redbird had seen many things in his life, but a giant cow with a bell collar and a patch of brown fur in the shape of a bat over its eyes was not one of the things he'd seen before. It was new, completely so, and Redbird didn't know what to think - but she recognised and respected the border, and it immediately intrigued the caracal. His head throbbed, scattering much of his logical thought before he was able to fully comprehend what he was seeing, and his steps were slow and painful, but the badly injured silver male eventually came to a halt beside Praguekit, his eyes lifting to Batcow's features. "Huh," he said quietly, blinking once or twice. She was definitely a threat, should she choose to attack, but he wasn't getting any aggressive vibes from her. Still, cows were unpredictable, so he shifted his weight a little, as if he'd be any use in a fight against her.

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Food or Clanmate. Blitzpup was having trouble thinking about anything else than a giant steak in front of him. A giant, cow-sized steak at that. They were slower than deer and more meaty, the perfect prey for the ideal hunter, himself. The loud clangs of metal against metal were what attracted him to a location, like a dinner bell announcing to the world that there was food now. This was almost too easy, but what brought his thoughts to a grinding halt was that the Clan had to be fed first. By the time they were done, there would be practically nothing left for him.

With an audible, mournful sigh, he kept his mouth shut so that he wouldn't accidentally start drooling. The tiger cub had already started questioning about the cow's intentions.

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In all of his short life, Cosmicpaw hadn't ever seen a cow. He knew what a cow was, but the male hadn't ever seen one with his own eyes. That was impossible now though, because his sight was gone. Eyes covered by a black cloth, ragged looking. He still kept something around the damaged orbs now that bandages were no longer needed. His own jaw parted drawing forwards through the moors, having been on a patrol of his own. It was Praguekit's and Redbird's voices that brought him over. Someone else was there was well, but Cos couldn't identify the WindClanner. Ears swiveling around, the lean wolf was soon besides Redbird ⏤ tail lashing, as usual.

Poor Cos, he didn't even know it was a cow. In all honesty, the deputy believed whatever creature in front of them to be a joiner. Not a visiting cow, no.

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[Justify][Font=andale mono][size=10]She saw the lashing tail and sniffed in Cosmicpaw's direction, not used to seeing the deputy and therefore not knowing a lashing tail was in the norm. "What's got your fur ruffled?" Typically they were kind to newcomers and potential joiners right? She padded up and stood beside Redbird, glad that the caracal was still on his paws and alive and surprised she felt that way. Looking at the giant cow, she thought of how just recently she had seen a horse as well. "Must be the seasoned for hooves." She commented, waiting for things to progress further.

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[size=7pt][font=verdana]WELL SHE WANTS TO BE THE QUEEN, THEN SHE THINKS ABOUT HER SCENE
PULLS HER HAIR BACK AS SHE SCREAMS, I DON'T REALLY WANNA BE THE QUEEN.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Like many of her Clanmates, Victorypaw had never seen a cow, and had no idea what the creature was. It was a baffling sight, and she was a bit on edge about it. She wasn't sure how to feel, but for some reason she was nervous with this large creature romping around.

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