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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Kimon always tried to keep low, regardless of when the time called for him to poke his head out just a little more than he usually would. BloodClan was a group of immorals, immorals who were aimlessly violent. If anyone asked the siamese, he would reply that he found said activities of raiding, capturing and stealing from other Clans to be pointless. Sure, they could prove their vicious and terrifying nature...or they could just move territories to some place more efficient for their entertainment needs and all the herbs they wanted. Then again, he had never really come to participate in most events BloodClanners decided to enter. He was always staying behind the scenes, almost invisible to the ones who passed by him. He could never understand their behaviours from simply listening to rumours.


    The lanky tom would unleash a yawn from his jaws, his limbs lax as he bathed in the little sunlight there happened to be. The scent of putrid bodies would waft to his nostrils, but although he found the smells to be rather inconvenient to set his attention on, he ignored them with almost no effort. He was lying over his back, eyes shut closed like the dead. His lips were partly open as he inhaled the air around him, chest rising at each breath then lowering when he exhaled. It was difficult for even his siblings to tell if lazy tom was sleeping or simply resting. It all looked the same when it came to his inaudible snores and unmoveable body. Even pokes wouldn't get him to flinch.


    His lip quivered slightly and the seal point rolled to his side with a puff. His blue eyes were as dead as a calm sea. It seemed like an unlikely situation when the male noted he couldn't sleep which was strange for the tom who was often found napping in the strangest places and positions. But he guessed there was something bothering him a little too much. "Vanto, Isidore..." he mumbled weakly, ears flopping to his right. His tail tapped against the snow in a futile attempt to move. He was too comfortable, but still he proceeded to talk. "...how badly does pain affect you?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 110%;]Vanto was a natural leader. Or so he liked to say he was. An overly selfcentered siamese with no end to his pride. He felt no shame for it, nor did he feel any need to apologize. He enjoyed making others see how right he was, as he is never wrong in his mind.


    Ven was sitting up besides his sibblings, watching over them and keeping an ear out for any nearby clanners. He was more watching out for himself, but if anything happened to these idiots, he'd feel pretty bad. His gaze hopped over Isidore and onto Kimon, who seemed not to be tired for once.


    Which, of course, grabbed his attention. The lanky tom was infamous for his ability to constantly be sleepy and nap anywhere, anytime he wanted. It was odd to see him up, anyways.


    '...How badly does pain affect you?'


    Well that was random and odd. But Vanto understood why. It was no secret Mr.Lazybones didnt experience pain. He looked up into the sky, giving his thoughts a small hummm. After a moment, he looked back down. Dark blue optics traveling back to the other seal point.


    "I dont know much, since practically nobody can touch me," he bragged. "But it stings and aches, the rest depends on what kind of injury it is. I guess that means, it affects me an average amount. Unless it hurts Isidore different?" His gaze traveled back to the molly, a curious look settled onto his eyes.


    [hr][spoiler=✧.° no one else was in the room where it happens, updated 1.8]✧.° I WANNA BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
    [hr]
    ✧ VANTO | PRIDE, VAN
    ✧ Pansexual Homormantic | Cisgender Male | Masculine pronouns
    ✧ 1 year old and 8 months | Ages 1 month every two weeks
    ✧ Resides in Bloodclan | Traveler
    — Was born in rogue lands and lived there until their father's departure at 2 months old.
    — Moved to the outskirts of Bloodclan territory, learned how to lead his sibblings, stay low, and survive.
    — Biography | Faceclaim: TBD | Voice Reference


    ✧.° THANK GOD. IN GOD, WE TRUST
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    ✧ Single | No crush or "maybe" crush | 1/7 Deadly sin, ½ ForeverAlone
    ✧ NPC x NPC | 1st Generation | Six sibblings | No offspring
    ✧ Slightly difficult to befriend; nearly impossible to open up to anyone
    ✧ Refrains from trusting anyone, but will put 95% trust in those he does; incredibly cautious of those he does trusts and will never completely trust them


    ✧.° BUT WE NEVER REALLY KNOW WHAT GOT DISCUSSED
    ✧ DOMESTIC FELINE | CURRENT HEALTH: 100%
    — A Seal Siamese Point with dark ocean-blue eyes. His fur is usually well groomed and long. But lets his muscles easily be seen. A pale tall feline, he has large brown splotches covering his ears, tail tip, paws, and mask. His eyes resemble the depths of the ocean with thin slits, allowing him to see well with 20/20 vision.
    — Accessories: N/A
    — Major Injuries: N/A
    — Minor Injuries: Nicks in ear, the ocasional scar lingering on his torso.


    ✧.° CLICK, BOOM, AND IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ Outwardly, Van is friendly. Or atleast, he tries to be. He gives an aura of 'reject me, and die' but has a contrast act. With a kind face, he likes getting 'close' to others but will quickly stab them should they dismiss or deny him. Quick to lash out in anger, hes not afraid to show his inner side, but only reveals the covering.
    ✧ Inside, Vanto is a fierce fireball. He is quick to anger and is extremely prideful. His reasoning? He holds his own anger for himself. Telling himself he isnt good enough and everyone treats him like trash. He refuses to let anyone into his mind and instead, lashes out at them.
    ✧ Moral-wise, he has a few. Unless 'provoked,' he refuses to hurt kits or queens. But will kill or attack them if his pride stands on the line. He will rape, kill, maim anyone, anywhere and does not stand for being neglected or rejected.
    ✧ Vanto is extremely self-preserved and confident. He degrades everyone to dirt and raises himself above them. He refuses to show weakness of any form, even if he is killing himself. However, he is afraid of many things and even has anxiety.
    — prideful, selfish, aggressive
    — likes to act friendly, backstabber, bold-spoken
    — cautious, anxious, worried


    ✧.° BUT NO ONE ELSE WAS IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ Always antagonizes | Rarely needs a reason to attack someone
    ✧ Dislikes physical contact from strangers, enjoys physical contact from those he likes (hugs, kisses, etc.)
    ✧ Self-taught | Quick and Powerful | Extreme physically but hard mentally
    ✧ Attacks in Bold #[/spoiler]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; height:285px; margin-top:10px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; height:285px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; min-height:285px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; color: #47476B; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; line-height:98%;]Resting comfortably between her two brothers, the siamese femme was truly content. Her muscular form was curled up slightly, her belly pressed on the floor. She actually really cared about these two, so spending time with them was something she enjoyed doing a lot. Her intelligent blue eyes drank in their surroundings; like her siblings, she expressed great dislike to this place. There was nothing new to see here. It was frankly, dull. Dried up and over-used. She'd stolen many things and she was hungry for more; when it came to yearning material possessions, Isi took the crown.




    Upon hearing her brothers question, she flicked her deeply nicked ear with mild interest. Her brother didn't seem to mind pain at all, she recalled. Isi had to admit she envied that. If only tolerance for pain was as easily stolen as material possessions. Despite his lazy tendencies, Kimon was still blessed. She rolled over slightly, so a little of her underbelly was exposed to the pleasantly warming sunlight.




    Vanto's response drew a soft laugh from her jaws, mouth then closing to curl up into a well practised smirk. "Yes Vanto, we all know no one is keen on touching you." She teased lightly, her brothers prideful nature somewhat amusing to her. I'd say the same though; I feel pain quite strongly, not that it's anything bothersome." She rolled her shoulders, the deep scar from a run in with a dog still somewhat fresh in her mind - no amount of lying could make that hurt any less, after all. "Why the sudden question?" She inquired, turning her attention back to Kimon.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]His nose twitched at Vanto's reply, eyes staring at the male like a void. His expression stayed vacant as he hopelessly tried to make sense of his brother's reply. '...it stings and aches'. He had asked that question because he had been watching tortures take place as of late, watching them through his indifferent blue orbs with his lips pressed together. He didn't twitch as he watched them cry out, but different cats seemed to react differently than others. Some pleaded for mercy, others ground their teeth through the pain and made sly remarks. So how did his siblings tolerate pain? His gaze flickered as he dipped his head in a lazy nod. It seemed like Vanto was like everyone else no matter how superior he thought his brother was. He guessed he was just oblivious to the nature of others.


    Then his sister replied, first amused by Van's statement as he blinked in a bland fashion. He didn't understand Isidore's amusement towards his comment, but he simply let it be. It seemed like Isidore didn't seem to understand that Kimon simply couldn't feel pain let alone not mind it, or perhaps she assumed he just never showed it. After all, Kimon never really showed anything over his facial features but a deadpan gaze. When she tossed him a question back, he knew he would have to reluctantly reply. If only he had telepathy. Yes, that would be useful. "I wanted to know if you two were the same as me," he said with as little words as possible. He didn't feel he needed to state his nervous system was undeveloped.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; height:285px; margin-top:10px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; height:285px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; min-height:285px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; color: #47476B; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; line-height:98%;]Isi watched Kimon intently as he replied, tilting her head slightly as she listened. He was the hardest to read from the group in her opinion; his face rarely exhibited expressions, which made him an enigma. She liked it - when people are too easy to read conversations dry out in no time at all, and information is no fun to obtain. Her brother however, was intriguing to her. Her glassy eyes scanned his form - the way he nodded lazily and how he seemed bothered by her question. Not, she deduced, because it was prying but because it required an explanation to be given and her brother disliked long wordy replies.




    She hummed softly, flicking her long tail as she thought. "You feel pain differently?" It wasn't really a question. Kimon was right - the femme had thought he had a high pain threshold. She was no medic - knowledge about deficiencies not clear to the naked eye were mysteries to her. "Perplexing, but somewhat intriguing, how things are felt differently from person to person."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He stretched his limbs, pulling himself up as he sat down from where he had been lying. It was as if he was getting ready for a conversation he unwillingly found himself in. His shoulders slouched over and his eyelids looked heavy. If a stranger laid their eyes over his thin and fatigued form, they'd feel exhausted straight away. It seemed like whenever he answered one thing, it always led to another question.


    This time he was almost too wary to respond. Unlike Isidore, Kimon wouldn't have found someone like him worth extracting information from. But it was really because he lacked the ability to understand social interactions and the way cats felt internally. He could only ever observe what was physically bestowed before him. He didn't mind his weakness too much though. Why would he need to care if a cat was shedding crocodile tears or pretending to be happy?


    "I don't think I can feel pain," he said softly, prodding his paw at the ground. He didn't feel too tired anymore. It wasn't like Kimon was always sleeping anyway. He was just more reluctant than most as he glanced at Vanto for a moment. He wondered if his vain brother would speak once again or if it was just Isi trying to steal all his answers. "I don't even notice deep wounds and just end up passing out sometimes." He hoped that was enough to satisfy his sister's curiosity.


    He somewhat wished Vanto would save him from interrogation though. He didn't like talking about himself.
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    His attention returned to Kimon as he heard his question. Ears perking up, he slid a sly smile onto his maw. "No one is the same as you, Kimon. You have the best and worst tendency to sleep than Ive seen in anyone before," the siamese joked, hoping to bring up the mood.


    Nodding to Isi, he understood where she was coming from. Everyone experienced pain differently and that was odd, no matter how you looked at it. Van often wondered how it'd feel to experience pain less or more. Especially with his brother's questions like this, he couldnt help but wonder. But the seal point sighed to Ki's last bit of words. "If you keep talking like that, Ill test it out," he threatened. Sure, why not test if out, lets see if he was chums with good old pain. However, that wasnt Van's real intention. He just got a vibe of 'make me stop.'


    //ninja'd
    [hr][spoiler=✧.° no one else was in the room where it happens, updated 1.8]✧.° I WANNA BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
    [hr]
    ✧ VANTO | PRIDE, VAN
    ✧ Pansexual Homormantic | Cisgender Male | Masculine pronouns
    ✧ 1 year old and 8 months | Ages 1 month every two weeks
    ✧ Resides in Bloodclan | Traveler
    — Was born in rogue lands and lived there until their father's departure at 2 months old.
    — Moved to the outskirts of Bloodclan territory, learned how to lead his sibblings, stay low, and survive.
    — Biography | Faceclaim: TBD | Voice Reference


    ✧.° THANK GOD. IN GOD, WE TRUST
    [hr]
    ✧ Single | No crush or "maybe" crush | 1/7 Deadly sin, ½ ForeverAlone
    ✧ NPC x NPC | 1st Generation | Six sibblings | No offspring
    ✧ Slightly difficult to befriend; nearly impossible to open up to anyone
    ✧ Refrains from trusting anyone, but will put 95% trust in those he does; incredibly cautious of those he does trusts and will never completely trust them


    ✧.° BUT WE NEVER REALLY KNOW WHAT GOT DISCUSSED
    ✧ DOMESTIC FELINE | CURRENT HEALTH: 100%
    — A Seal Siamese Point with dark ocean-blue eyes. His fur is usually well groomed and long. But lets his muscles easily be seen. A pale tall feline, he has large brown splotches covering his ears, tail tip, paws, and mask. His eyes resemble the depths of the ocean with thin slits, allowing him to see well with 20/20 vision.
    — Accessories: N/A
    — Major Injuries: N/A
    — Minor Injuries: Nicks in ear, the ocasional scar lingering on his torso.


    ✧.° CLICK, BOOM, AND IT HAPPENS
    [hr]
    ✧ Outwardly, Van is friendly. Or atleast, he tries to be. He gives an aura of 'reject me, and die' but has a contrast act. With a kind face, he likes getting 'close' to others but will quickly stab them should they dismiss or deny him. Quick to lash out in anger, hes not afraid to show his inner side, but only reveals the covering.
    ✧ Inside, Vanto is a fierce fireball. He is quick to anger and is extremely prideful. His reasoning? He holds his own anger for himself. Telling himself he isnt good enough and everyone treats him like trash. He refuses to let anyone into his mind and instead, lashes out at them.
    ✧ Moral-wise, he has a few. Unless 'provoked,' he refuses to hurt kits or queens. But will kill or attack them if his pride stands on the line. He will rape, kill, maim anyone, anywhere and does not stand for being neglected or rejected.
    ✧ Vanto is extremely self-preserved and confident. He degrades everyone to dirt and raises himself above them. He refuses to show weakness of any form, even if he is killing himself. However, he is afraid of many things and even has anxiety.
    — prideful, selfish, aggressive
    — likes to act friendly, backstabber, bold-spoken
    — cautious, anxious, worried


    ✧.° BUT NO ONE ELSE WAS IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
    [hr]
    ✧ Always antagonizes | Rarely needs a reason to attack someone
    ✧ Dislikes physical contact from strangers, enjoys physical contact from those he likes (hugs, kisses, etc.)
    ✧ Self-taught | Quick and Powerful | Extreme physically but hard mentally
    ✧ Attacks in Bold #[/spoiler]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]He wasn't afraid of getting injured, he wasn't afraid of death. Kimon had always felt an indifference to what revolved around him. Fear was born out of discomfort or a fear of death, and the sloth sinned male had long accepted that one day he would die and be forgotten. Why avoid the inevitable?


    At Vanto's threat, his brows had a slight raise. He was curious now, but still he doubted the idea of his brother being capable of hurting him no matter how strong he was. There was always the 'what if' he guessed.


    "Sure," he answered. Though everyone knew how easily Ki could lose consciousness due to his undeveloped body strength. Or at least that was what he expected as his whiskers twitched, waiting for Vanto.
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    So prideful. She'd laugh, if she wasn't so greedy. The attractive femme sat up, brushing a little of the dust off her pelt as she did. So now Vanto wanted to fight? Of course he did. Maybe he felt concerned that if he didn't prove that he was strong his pride would be damaged. "Well, if you're going to fight, don't hit each other too hard." She flicked an ear. "It'd be troubling if Kimon passed out. Or, if you did, I suppose." Her whiskers twitched. She was aware Vanto disliked teasing - she'd merely test the water. After all, if he wanted to actually hurt her for it, she wouldn't say no to a decent fight. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 110%;]Vanto glared at Kimon dead on as his brother accepted his words. Didnt he know Van would do it? Was this a trial? A challenge? Probably. Hopefull not. Well, loyalty is just another part of pride. Unless provoked, he wont do any harm yet. Not that he had much loyalty to these rats anyways.


    But his already-hard gaze hardened to steel at Isidore's words. She thought this..mousebrain, could knock him out. Let alone, touch him. Haha, foolish as always. He let her words slide, calmimg himself down. "Nice joke, thief. This sack of bones cant touch me if he tried for days."


    [hr][spoiler=✧.° no one else was in the room where it happens, updated 1.8]✧.° I WANNA BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ VANTO | PRIDE, VAN
    ✧ Pansexual Homormantic | Cisgender Male | Masculine pronouns
    ✧ 1 year old and 8 months | Ages 1 month every two weeks
    ✧ Resides in Bloodclan | Traveler
    — Was born in rogue lands and lived there until their father's departure at 2 months old.
    — Moved to the outskirts of Bloodclan territory, learned how to lead his sibblings, stay low, and survive.
    — Biography | Faceclaim: TBD | Voice Reference


    ✧.° THANK GOD. IN GOD, WE TRUST
    [hr]
    ✧ Single | No crush or "maybe" crush | 1/7 Deadly sin, ½ ForeverAlone
    ✧ NPC x NPC | 1st Generation | Six sibblings | No offspring
    ✧ Slightly difficult to befriend; nearly impossible to open up to anyone
    ✧ Refrains from trusting anyone, but will put 95% trust in those he does; incredibly cautious of those he does trusts and will never completely trust them


    ✧.° BUT WE NEVER REALLY KNOW WHAT GOT DISCUSSED
    ✧ DOMESTIC FELINE | CURRENT HEALTH: 100%
    — A Seal Siamese Point with dark ocean-blue eyes. His fur is usually well groomed and long. But lets his muscles easily be seen. A pale tall feline, he has large brown splotches covering his ears, tail tip, paws, and mask. His eyes resemble the depths of the ocean with thin slits, allowing him to see well with 20/20 vision.
    — Accessories: N/A
    — Major Injuries: N/A
    — Minor Injuries: Nicks in ear, the ocasional scar lingering on his torso.


    ✧.° CLICK, BOOM, AND IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ Outwardly, Van is friendly. Or atleast, he tries to be. He gives an aura of 'reject me, and die' but has a contrast act. With a kind face, he likes getting 'close' to others but will quickly stab them should they dismiss or deny him. Quick to lash out in anger, hes not afraid to show his inner side, but only reveals the covering.
    ✧ Inside, Vanto is a fierce fireball. He is quick to anger and is extremely prideful. His reasoning? He holds his own anger for himself. Telling himself he isnt good enough and everyone treats him like trash. He refuses to let anyone into his mind and instead, lashes out at them.
    ✧ Moral-wise, he has a few. Unless 'provoked,' he refuses to hurt kits or queens. But will kill or attack them if his pride stands on the line. He will rape, kill, maim anyone, anywhere and does not stand for being neglected or rejected.
    ✧ Vanto is extremely self-preserved and confident. He degrades everyone to dirt and raises himself above them. He refuses to show weakness of any form, even if he is killing himself. However, he is afraid of many things and even has anxiety.
    — prideful, selfish, aggressive
    — likes to act friendly, backstabber, bold-spoken
    — cautious, anxious, worried


    ✧.° BUT NO ONE ELSE WAS IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
    [hr]
    ✧ Always antagonizes | Rarely needs a reason to attack someone
    ✧ Dislikes physical contact from strangers, enjoys physical contact from those he likes (hugs, kisses, etc.)
    ✧ Self-taught | Quick and Powerful | Extreme physically but hard mentally
    ✧ Attacks in Bold #[/spoiler]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Now he was just confused. Why couldn't Ki seem to understand the joke too? He looked at his sister who repeated what seemed to be her favourite word - perplexing. He didn't find this at all fascinating. It was boring if anyone asked him. As soon as he mentioned his condition, the response was always to try it out. But he was more surprised when he heard Isidore mention a fight. He wasn't in the mood to fight.


    It looked like Vanto was angry. Whenever he glared he had that ugly look on his face. And it was quite heavily unattractive. Sack of bones. He knew he was lazy, but he didn't think he was that lazy. Kimon just liked to preserve his energy more than others.


    "Vanto's right. I would lose before I move a muscle," he stated calmly. His expression did not quiver, not even at the tension which rose significantly. "I don't understand the situation. I thought I gave permission to be stabbed...or something."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; height:285px; margin-top:10px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; height:285px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; min-height:285px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; color: #47476B; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; line-height:98%;]Isi rolled her eyes at her brother's somewhat defensive statement. Okay, enough water testing - he seemed annoyed. The femme adjusted her posture yet again, shifting into a more relaxed sitting position. She didn't see the need to test out Kimon's ability to feel pain; or to not feel it, clearly. She'd assumed fighting would've been more...entertaining. Either way, she supposed it wouldn't matter to greatly. "Well, if thats what you think." She laughed lightly. Yes, okay now she really ought to stop.




    Noting her slow moving brother's input, the girl nodded gently. "I wasn't implying you actually stood a chance, don't worry." She flicked her long tail again, smirk unwavering. There was tension, she could tell. Maybe Vanto was actually going to lose it and stab them. Both of them. That would be somewhat amusing, she thought. To see how he'd go about it, anyway. "Yes, I think you gave him the go ahead for being stabbed." She clarified, her tone drier then it had been before. "Honestly, you're not even going to give him a reaction are you?" [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 110%;]Van's ears perked up to his brother's statement. 'I would lose..' oh yeah he would. The scrawny sap stood no chance against him. If he managed to unshealth his claws before Van had got to him, that'd be an acomplishment.


    But his pride drifted back to anger as Ki continued. Snarling at his last statement, he barely managed not to rake his claws into the other seal point's face. Of course, the ground wasnt as lucky.


    It only continued to increase as their sister did so too. She was getting on his nerves and knew it. He was almost relieved when she said Ki didnt stand a chance. But that relief was stripped away quickly. He lost it at her words.


    'Yes, I think you gave him the go ahead for being stabbed.'


    He hissed before raising his unshealthed paw and aiming to give the molly a nice long scar against her back. Missed or not, he'd continue on to attempt a strike at Kimon on the cheek.


    With that, miss or not, he gritted his teeth and stared ahead. Nose scrunched up as he stared in front of himself. "I hate both of you," were his only words. Loud, clear, and angry.


    [hr][spoiler=✧.° no one else was in the room where it happens, updated 1.8]✧.° I WANNA BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ VANTO | PRIDE, VAN
    ✧ Pansexual Homormantic | Cisgender Male | Masculine pronouns
    ✧ 1 year old and 8 months | Ages 1 month every two weeks
    ✧ Resides in Bloodclan | Traveler
    — Was born in rogue lands and lived there until their father's departure at 2 months old.
    — Moved to the outskirts of Bloodclan territory, learned how to lead his sibblings, stay low, and survive.
    — Biography | Faceclaim: TBD | Voice Reference


    ✧.° THANK GOD. IN GOD, WE TRUST
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    ✧ Single | No crush or "maybe" crush | 1/7 Deadly sin, ½ ForeverAlone
    ✧ NPC x NPC | 1st Generation | Six sibblings | No offspring
    ✧ Slightly difficult to befriend; nearly impossible to open up to anyone
    ✧ Refrains from trusting anyone, but will put 95% trust in those he does; incredibly cautious of those he does trusts and will never completely trust them


    ✧.° BUT WE NEVER REALLY KNOW WHAT GOT DISCUSSED
    ✧ DOMESTIC FELINE | CURRENT HEALTH: 100%
    — A Seal Siamese Point with dark ocean-blue eyes. His fur is usually well groomed and long. But lets his muscles easily be seen. A pale tall feline, he has large brown splotches covering his ears, tail tip, paws, and mask. His eyes resemble the depths of the ocean with thin slits, allowing him to see well with 20/20 vision.
    — Accessories: N/A
    — Major Injuries: N/A
    — Minor Injuries: Nicks in ear, the ocasional scar lingering on his torso.


    ✧.° CLICK, BOOM, AND IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ Outwardly, Van is friendly. Or atleast, he tries to be. He gives an aura of 'reject me, and die' but has a contrast act. With a kind face, he likes getting 'close' to others but will quickly stab them should they dismiss or deny him. Quick to lash out in anger, hes not afraid to show his inner side, but only reveals the covering.
    ✧ Inside, Vanto is a fierce fireball. He is quick to anger and is extremely prideful. His reasoning? He holds his own anger for himself. Telling himself he isnt good enough and everyone treats him like trash. He refuses to let anyone into his mind and instead, lashes out at them.
    ✧ Moral-wise, he has a few. Unless 'provoked,' he refuses to hurt kits or queens. But will kill or attack them if his pride stands on the line. He will rape, kill, maim anyone, anywhere and does not stand for being neglected or rejected.
    ✧ Vanto is extremely self-preserved and confident. He degrades everyone to dirt and raises himself above them. He refuses to show weakness of any form, even if he is killing himself. However, he is afraid of many things and even has anxiety.
    — prideful, selfish, aggressive
    — likes to act friendly, backstabber, bold-spoken
    — cautious, anxious, worried


    ✧.° BUT NO ONE ELSE WAS IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ Always antagonizes | Rarely needs a reason to attack someone
    ✧ Dislikes physical contact from strangers, enjoys physical contact from those he likes (hugs, kisses, etc.)
    ✧ Self-taught | Quick and Powerful | Extreme physically but hard mentally
    ✧ Attacks in Bold #[/spoiler]

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    "Brother!" Clementine scolded in a thick, honeyed voice as she strode forth. Her head raised slightly, neither prideful or dangerously observant, her hips swayed in her leisurely gait and her tail followed suit at her back. Her sapphire gaze alighted on her siblings, a purr rumbling from her throat as she confronted them. Looking at each kin in turn, before flattening her ears and pushing her head into Vanto's chest and chuckling lowly. Rubbing past him, tail curling around his maw, Clemmy padded over to Kimon and settled down gently at his side. One foreleg lay gently over the other, hindlegs kicked to the side as her tail lashed at the warehouse floor.


    "You all are looking absolutely lovely this evening. However, I see you've upset Vanto over here? Shame on you Isidore," the lilac siamese chastised lightly, casting her sister a playful glare before raising a stormy-grey paw to wash herself. Not particularly fond of fighting either, or the putrid stench of BloodClan, the molly had to admit that the toms here were handsome, mysterious too... But she could hang around them for hours, end up in their nests within the night, and crawl back into her own box before any of her siblings noticed. Not that the trio hadn't already known, she just appreciated how they didn't voice the fact she flaunted about.


    Raising her sapphire eyes again to look at Vanto, she 'tsked' at him. Of course the goddess prayed he didn't lay a claw on her, as she was only a sweet little baby, but the pride in such a brute sometimes dominated any sense that he had left.[/fancypost]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; height:285px; margin-top:10px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; height:285px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:260px; min-height:285px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; color: #47476B; font-family:helvetica; font-size:10px; line-height:98%;]Isi reacted somewhat quickly to her brother's motion, perhaps accustomed to such outbursts; she escaped with a graze, a little blood now staining her otherwise flawless pelt. She didn't grace him with a reaction, but instead stretched out long and low, her crystalline eyes boring into his with something unreadable flickering in their depths. her head whipped around to watch Clemmy approach, flicking her tail gently. Her sister, as always, looked lovely; her voiced sounded honeyed even as she chastised them.




    "Well, I only speak the truth." She mused, her pretty eyes turning to lock her sister in a less intense gaze. To tell the truth, her pelt was prickling with some unstafiled rage. She wouldn't let her siblings see this, of course, but the fact she hadn't moved fast enough to dodge her brother was bothering her. Was she getting slower? Worrying. She drew her rough tongue over her now bloodstained hackles, an attempt to clean the shallow wound that was doing its best to redden the ivory fur. "Hatred is such a strong word, though." isi stated, her attention of course turning back to Vanto once she finished licking up the blood on her back. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]It seemed like Isi had pressed a button, a button she shouldn't have pushed as he watched Vanto lunge at her with unsheathed claws. He watched her as she swiftly reacted, dodging the attack with just a scratch then saw the proud male as he came in to rake down his cheek. Kimon didn't flinch, a deadpan stare upon his features. He supposed the reason why he never reacted when being attacked, thus making his reaction timing appear slow, was because he had never learnt to be afraid of pain or claws. He had never learnt to feel fear of what was to come.


    Blood trickled down his face, the male licking his maw off the liquid as he noted the taste then saw Clementine as she approached and scolded Van and Isi for their behaviours. His whiskers would twitch. His sister laid beside him and Ki would place a paw over his wound, checking to see how much blood had poured. Clem reminded him of an adult - which they all should have been.


    "I was just telling Vanto and Isidore about how I don't feel pain," he said regardless of if the feline had caught on what happened. Kimon would flex his tail and shake his head, "So I guess it's my fault." He hadn't really grasped the idea of fault, but as a kid he often took the blame for his siblings. He was just the ideal punching bag.


    He looked at Isidore who tried to clean herself up. Oh yes, he said 'hate', hadn't he? But he shrugged.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=none; border:0px; width:500px; line-height:115%; font-size:10px; text-align:justify;]"Why's everyone talking so fancy? It sounds weird and dumb," Cinder spat, twisting their face in a disgusted fashion as they skidded to a halt beside Clemintine. There were a few of the fanciful type in BloodClan, Cinder had discovered; and the black-furred kit decidedly cared for none of these sort, with their snooty sayings and abstract speech. Cinder cared not for glittering words like perplexing and implying and troubling; only for action, for facts (true or false,) and this scene -- all these lofty cats -- bothered them greatly.


    Except for one thing -- Cinder did notice, a bit late, that one of these fellows had swung at the others. They tilted their head at this display; what had even happened? Cinder figured they couldn't understand. After all, these three seemed so smart they were dumb.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; font-family: arial; color: silver; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%]&& Isi rolled her eyes slightly at Kimon. He did always take the blame; when they were younger, she let him. She hated failure and being publicly known as the one who hadn't failed was somewhat satisfying to her. However in this situation she'd deduced that his blame taking was somewhat unnecessary. She was sure Clemmy knew them well enough to figure it had been her provoking and Kimon's somewhat social shortcomings that lead to the violence, not just one of them. No matter. The elegant girl flicked her deeply nicked ear to portray the mild irritation flushing her skin and then turned to face the kitten.


    She'd met them before, if she recalled correctly. The child seemed to be one of the leader's own offspring. They seemed headstrong and brash- Isi wasn't sure what to make of them, but their scavenging skills were enviable. She wasn't sure she saw the appeal in parading them however. Then again, Isi only stole what definitely belonged to someone else, so maybe that alone was a reason why. "Well, I'd say that facial expression is somewhat ... dumb too, don't you think?" Her mouth quirked a smile. Personally, she quite enjoyed using long words; though she wouldn't call it fanciful. She'd rather say proving her superior intelligence just because she was capable of doing so. "You're Cinder, correct?" She blinked, her attention on the child waning slightly as she was once again distracted by the irritating pain on her back from her brothers outburst.
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    Anger. Destruction. Loneliness. Those three things always seemed to follow Vindicta and he knew pretty much what he was doing wrong. As a kit, he'd always craved attention and entertainment from his siblings. But as the tom gradually came to realise he had some sort of 'anger issues', he quickly began to detach himself from those he cared about. Socialising was more of a task for Vinnie now. Even though he got extremely lonely, what was the point when he'd just lash out at anyone that got close to him anyway? His six siblings often annoyed the living daylights out of him, yet they were the only cats he could trust and hang around with without attempting to claw their eyes out.


    Vindicta. The tom thought it was a horrid name. Vinnie or Vin were his preferred names and anyone that called him otherwise would learn from that mistake. Of course, his siblings would call him that to get on his nerves. Quite simply, Vin has lost many friends because of this. Was it his mother who cursed him with this name? Vinnie was the last of the seven to be born, and supposedly the most difficult one of all. The tom had always blamed himself for her death, even though seven kits had been the major problem. He'd just been the final blow.


    The chocolate point siamese was laying on his side, a safe distance from the annoying playful banter of his siblings. His creamy white chest rose as he inhaled before letting out a exasperated sigh. Kimon wasn't the only one that wanted to rest around here. Vinnie got up on his paws and parted his jaws into a yawn, his white teeth gleaming. The toms eyes were narrowed as cursed under his breath, he should be more careful about where he chose to sleep. "Hatred is a lovely word." The tom muttered as he begrudgingly headed towards the four. It's a fitting word for how I feel about being woken up. Vin thought, rolling his eyes. He definitely woke up on the wrong side of bed. Oh? And who is this? Someone calling his siblings dumb...did Cinder even realise who they were criticising?
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; line-height: 110%;]Van flickered his gaze up to Clem as she arrived neatly. Despite her habit to..womanize men, she always seemed proper. But he didnt dare lay a claw on her. Something about ruining her perfect pelt scared him. Perhaps because she would kill him? Not that he'd admit to it even if that was the reason.


    He narrowed his eyes as she pushed her head against his chest. Watching her carefully as she scolded Isi for tickling him too much. Which, he smirked to. Even turning to Isi to stick his tongue out.


    Then he saw her bleeding cheek. A small scratch, but she hadnt been quick enough to dodge the entirety of his attack. Next he turned to Kimon, who was licking the thick red liquid. Of course, that filled him to the brim with pride. Injuring a sibbling happily may seem psychopathic to some, but the siamese found pride in it. But then he followed their gazes before hearing the squeaky voice of a kitten.


    Eyes wide from the unexpected voice, he turned to see the fluffy black form. 'Thats Eight's daughter right? Wait, was his name Eight? Something like that,' he thought, scanning the small thing. She still had kitten fluff so she wasnt that old, fitting the timezone in which Eight had a kid. Then she practically breathed innocence, so that narrowed her age down to four moons and less.


    He didnt give her words much thought. Sure, she was insulting him. But he couldnt take her seriously. He only snickered to Isi's retort and listened on. Noting Vin's arrival with a flick of his ear.


    [hr][spoiler=✧.° no one else was in the room where it happens, updated 1.8]✧.° I WANNA BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ VANTO | PRIDE, VAN
    ✧ Pansexual Homormantic | Cisgender Male | Masculine pronouns
    ✧ 1 year old and 8 months | Ages 1 month every two weeks
    ✧ Resides in Bloodclan | Traveler
    — Was born in rogue lands and lived there until their father's departure at 2 months old.
    — Moved to the outskirts of Bloodclan territory, learned how to lead his sibblings, stay low, and survive.
    — Biography | Faceclaim: TBD | Voice Reference


    ✧.° THANK GOD. IN GOD, WE TRUST
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    ✧ Single | No crush or "maybe" crush | 1/7 Deadly sin, ½ ForeverAlone
    ✧ NPC x NPC | 1st Generation | Six sibblings | No offspring
    ✧ Slightly difficult to befriend; nearly impossible to open up to anyone
    ✧ Refrains from trusting anyone, but will put 95% trust in those he does; incredibly cautious of those he does trusts and will never completely trust them


    ✧.° BUT WE NEVER REALLY KNOW WHAT GOT DISCUSSED
    ✧ DOMESTIC FELINE | CURRENT HEALTH: 100%
    — A Seal Siamese Point with dark ocean-blue eyes. His fur is usually well groomed and long. But lets his muscles easily be seen. A pale tall feline, he has large brown splotches covering his ears, tail tip, paws, and mask. His eyes resemble the depths of the ocean with thin slits, allowing him to see well with 20/20 vision.
    — Accessories: N/A
    — Major Injuries: N/A
    — Minor Injuries: Nicks in ear, the ocasional scar lingering on his torso.


    ✧.° CLICK, BOOM, AND IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ Outwardly, Van is friendly. Or atleast, he tries to be. He gives an aura of 'reject me, and die' but has a contrast act. With a kind face, he likes getting 'close' to others but will quickly stab them should they dismiss or deny him. Quick to lash out in anger, hes not afraid to show his inner side, but only reveals the covering.
    ✧ Inside, Vanto is a fierce fireball. He is quick to anger and is extremely prideful. His reasoning? He holds his own anger for himself. Telling himself he isnt good enough and everyone treats him like trash. He refuses to let anyone into his mind and instead, lashes out at them.
    ✧ Moral-wise, he has a few. Unless 'provoked,' he refuses to hurt kits or queens. But will kill or attack them if his pride stands on the line. He will rape, kill, maim anyone, anywhere and does not stand for being neglected or rejected.
    ✧ Vanto is extremely self-preserved and confident. He degrades everyone to dirt and raises himself above them. He refuses to show weakness of any form, even if he is killing himself. However, he is afraid of many things and even has anxiety.
    — prideful, selfish, aggressive
    — likes to act friendly, backstabber, bold-spoken
    — cautious, anxious, worried


    ✧.° BUT NO ONE ELSE WAS IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS
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    ✧ Always antagonizes | Rarely needs a reason to attack someone
    ✧ Dislikes physical contact from strangers, enjoys physical contact from those he likes (hugs, kisses, etc.)
    ✧ Self-taught | Quick and Powerful | Extreme physically but hard mentally
    ✧ Attacks in Bold #[/spoiler]