GOOD MYTHICAL MORNING | SUNCLAN RAID, OPEN

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Castiel's eyebrow twitched in slight interest as he watched Rick run forward. An interesting strategy - a useful strategy. But he didn't have much time to consider it - he was unable to avoid the prosthetic and ended up stumbling forward. Realizing that was likely the predecessor of a much worse attack, he instead went with the fall and pitched forward, rolling himself to the side and away from Rick. It was a good decision, too - he managed to avoid the headbutt, which probably would've fractured his vessel's skull, considering the immense size difference. Not that he could actually die, but he didn't want to waste any energy on reviving himself. That could be a pain.

The small tom quickly scrambled back to his feet and attempted to stop th Bloodflow in RICK's left forelimb so that he would be unable to use it, at least for a few minutes. Once that was done, and whether it worked or not, he dove forward trying to slash at the same leg with his knife.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]Par entered the battlefield in a lazy track post, looking around for someone to fight. Preferably someone his own size, considering he was very aware about his weaknesses. Which were things he wasn't going to reveal to the Exiles.

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GENERAL

[li]partyanimal[/li]
[li]13 months (ages real time; 1 month on the 15th of each month)[/li]
[li]sunclan member[/li]
[li]domestic feline[/li]
[li]bigender (she/her or he/him)[/li]
[li]pansexual[/li]
[li]npc x npc[/li]

POWERS

[li]ability to glow (pawpads; red & eyes; match current eye colour)[/li]
[li]eye colour manipulation[/li]

BATTLE

[li]physically medium & mentally medium[/li]
[li]no killing or maiming & ask for capture[/li]
[li]attack in [color=red]red

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:425px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]The thing was, that Castiel might've missed, was that both of Ricks forelimb were made of metal due to former accidents such as a car crash and a walker biting his limb. There would be no blood slow in those forelimbs as would there be no flesh for the knife to dive into. The siberian tiger felt strange relief at having metal prosthetics instead of real limbs, for a minor second, and as the knife was slightly wedged in a metal parting of the prosthetic, the siberian tiger attempted to grab the blade with his other metal paw and wrench it away from Castiels grasp where he would then attempt to slam the blades pointed end into Castiels shoulder, and although Rick went for the blade to go into the chest, his aim was slightly off due to him facing a different way from the other.

Before Castiel could make further attacks on Rick to amend his previous mistake, the siberian tiger would swivel around and also attempt to slam his back leg into the domestic felines chest.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]"And for once, my dinner comes to me! Bon apetit, I say!" Antoinette coughed, eyes scanning the ground as she circled the battlefield from above. Being a bird had its uses, she supposed. Nobody here seemed too capable of flight compared to the extreme prowess she held, so that was always good.

Her vision locked on Partyanimal, a small feline who had the audacity to bother coming; as soon as she completed her last ring around, Marie dove down, hoping to snatch the other in her talons or at least scratch and kick the other.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]Par had luckily heard the bird, and dodged out of the way in the nick of time, though her talons scratched down her back and she hissed at the pain. Spinning around to face the vulture, she scowled, growling and jumping at Antoinette, front claws outstretched, aiming to dig her claws into the bird's flesh to try use her weight to bring her down to the ground, or at the very least scratch down the vulture's front.

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GENERAL

[li]partyanimal[/li]
[li]13 months (ages real time; 1 month on the 15th of each month)[/li]
[li]sunclan member[/li]
[li]domestic feline[/li]
[li]bigender (she/her or he/him)[/li]
[li]pansexual, polyamorous[/li]
[li]single + ready to date almost anyone[/li]
[li]npc x npc[/li]

POWERS

[li]ability to glow (pawpads; red & eyes; match current eye colour)[/li]
[li]eye colour manipulation[/li]

BATTLE

[li]physically medium & mentally medium[/li]
[li]no killing or maiming & ask for capture[/li]
[li]attack in [color=red]red

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he was indeed late, but that honestly didn't matter. frowning as he made his way onto he battlefield, he noticed his husband after he came back from doing whatever he had just done with silentkit. the frown soon turned into a smile as he teleported beside clown, aiming to gently nudge him in greeting. [b]"ello love. and how are you today?" the demon asked casually, waiting for someone of a decent challenge to appear before them.
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