everything was so sweet {OPEN} until you tried to kill me.

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Since yesterday when Cake was attacked, the loud mouthed bratty feline was nowhere in sight. The brat was usually all over the place and bugging everyone, but all of the sudden she was hiding. from the moment she woke up and was patched up, to the next morning. Many hours passed before Cake finally emerged from her cottage. There was visible scratch marks on her once pretty face and her side, her ears were flattened to the side of her face and her tail dragging on the floor carelessly. Don't look up. Don't look at anyone, Cake. Don't do it. she instructed herself in her mind over and over, her fur practically standing on end. You proved to them your useless. That you're actually worthless. That all your confidence is a bunch of flithy lies. You're so disgusting. a much crueler voice rung out in her own head this time, her stomach twisting in painful knots. The once so prideful and bratty feline was uncharacteristically broken. She turned herself around to make for an exit out of camp. She was scared to hear what others would say after they saw her so easily injured yesterday.


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    "What are you doing?" came Blitzpup's uncharacteristically blunt, yet smooth voice as a pair of orange eyes gazed at Cake as she stepped out the entrance. The fox was lying on one of the low lying branches that the shady willow tree offered, and he liked to monitor Clanmates as they walked in and out of camp. It was fun to spy on others just when he was out of sight, out of their mind. He rested his head on his paw, trying to conceal the side of his face that was still swollen from the set of clawmarks that the mother bear had given him. It was all red and puffy, the flesh still raw and unclosed. It was something that he was embarrassed about as well, having received it after ticking off a mother bear. Only it had changed him, made him wonder if that was all there was to define about him.



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    "Yeah." Haldor grunted as he sat down behind Cake, perking an ear. "Lookin' a little shady to me." Why would she want to slip out of camp? Sneak off to another clan? Deal drugs? He didn't know what she was all about.
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    HALDOR | [abbr=HALDOR — MALE — 11 MOONS — WINDCLAN — APPRENTICE — BISEXUAL — SINGLE — DEMIGOD — SON OF THOR — HARD DIFFICULTY — NO KILL/CAPTURE/MAIM — LIGHTNING & AIR ELEMENTAL POWERS — SHAPESHIFTING (WHITE LION, WESTERN DRAGON)]TAGS[/abbr]
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    [b][size=13px]i'll bleed black and red 'til I'm cold and dead
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 330px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]"Uhm...Cake, was it? You alright? You uh..don't look so good." His eyes were rimmed with worry as he padded over with slight caution, paying no mind to Haldor. Being rude wasn't really his thing, and so he looked over at the scarred feline in sad silence. What could have gotten her so hurt?[/fancypost]

    [color=color][abbr=red australian cattle dog, former human, hockey fanatic, crushing on jonathan]tags[/abbr] - powers - extra


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