WHEN THE WHISTLE BLOWS [OPEN - ENEMIES OF THE WEEK]

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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 500px; margin-top: -2px; text-align: justify;]This was going to be simple and easy to do. He already knew who their enemies would be for this week would be. Though there was nothing stopping them from fighting with their other enemies. He stepped to the center of the camp and called out with a loud howl that echoed for miles before the shadow sat down. He cleared his throat, claws digging into the ground as the massive male waited for his clanmates to gather around him. It was definitely time to be ruthless. Time to hold raids, captures, skirmishes, anything they wanted to do. [color=#00FF00]"Shadowclan, you know the drill, as explained we have enemies of the week. Or enemies of the week this time are The Cartel and The Rift. Have at them and have fun. Raids, captures, tortures, skirmishes. Go nuts."
    [spoiler=info — updated 01/03]
    GENERAL:
    - RADIOACTIVEPLAGUE ALEXSANDROV REAVER | 'RADIO' | MALE
    - Bisexual | Biromantic
    - 1 year and 8 months | September 26th | ages realistically
    - Shadowclan | Rank: Spiritcaller[HP] + GRAVEDIGGER[HP] | Titles: Shadowhunter, Bard, Devastator, Sociable, Patriot
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    - Has five children - Fayina, Whitenoise, Omorose,
    - widowed, late husband Setekh
    - uses sarcasm as a defensive mechanism
    - currently is being manipulated by something
    - wears a black obsidian necklace, given to him by Sango [very important to him]
    RECENT EVENTS:
    - finally healing from the traumatic event
    - return to Shadowclan
    PHYSICAL:
    - SHADOW BLACK DOG/GRIM [birth/main] | health: 100%
    — he is a canine like beast that stands, measured at the tips of his ears at almost 11 feet tall. his whole form is created out of shadows and is his skin. it moves and swirls across his form sometimes making his form almost undistinguishable from the darkness if he goes out at night. his claws are just a black but larger, almost like talons. his eyes are a mixture of red and orange like hell fire with a solid yellow pupil in the middle. he bleeds black blood and his gums and tongue are black but his teeth are surprisingly white.
    other bodies - black savannah cat, black stag
    — [i]major injuries:
    — [i]minor injuries:
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    - Taken | Dating Sango
    - Writingsins x Hope | Generation 2 | Widowed

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    Takumi approached curiously, blinking bright mocha optics. Beneath the cover of his black scarf, the corners of his mouth twitched into a partial smirk. So The Cartel had made ShadowClan's hit list, eh? The boy found himself seriously considering leading a raid on them from ShadowClan. It would prove him to be trustworthy, and it would also give him an inside look at how their raids functioned. If he didn't lead one, he would surely join one. He was happy to beat the crap out of a Cartelian no matter who he was doing it with. Of course, he couldn't use his bows, which would suck. Oh well. "U-Understood."

    info | updated 1/16/2017

    [center]Finch Harbringer
    [color=#94B7BF][center][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]Finch smiled. Great. She really liked this whole Enemy of the week thing - it encouraged activity as well as gave regular members the opportunity to lead raids without any permission, which showed that they had initiative as well as eagerness to be involved in some upper-level stuff.


    "Understood." the young Gravedigger noted, before ducking off to get to work.


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    [center][font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Nightwatcher(assistant deputy)
    -12 months
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#94B7BF]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color.
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#94B7BF]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Interested in none
    -1/2 of none
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#94B7BF]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.

    ooo, a chance to pick on the cartel? how splendid. honestly, she had never liked the group due to their form of dealing with things. that, and the group had torn the face off of her only kin. that part bothered her too. and now she was being welcomed into doing revenge upon the group, even if she doubted she would be able to harm the exact creature who had harmed her family. "gotcha, mind if i call dibs on a raid on the cartel, or is that not a thing?" personalpaw would hum as she padded over, her ocean green eyes showing a certain hate as she spoke.

    [center]Finch Harbringer
    [color=#94B7BF][center][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;]"It's a Free for all. Just be sure to make a thread in Shadowclan to let the rest of us know that it's happening. With enemies of the week you all don't need to ask permission for petty raids and captures." she said to@'Personalpaw.'.
    [spoiler=tags 1/18]
    [center][font='times new roman'][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][fancypost=bgcolor=transparent; width:300px; border:0px dotted white; text-align: justify; padding:5px;][color=white]Basics
    [color=#94B7BF]- Finch Harbringer
    -Shadowclan
    -Nightwatcher(assistant deputy)
    -12 months
    [color=white]Appearance
    [color=#94B7BF]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color.
    [color=white]Relationships
    [color=#94B7BF]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
    -Interested in none
    -1/2 of none
    -Heterosexual
    -Cisgender
    -She/her
    [color=white]Interaction
    [color=#94B7BF]-When attacking, QUOTE
    -Finch is fairly easy to get along with. She is kind and motherly, but is ruthless when it comes to interacting with enemies.

    The Cartel was an enemy of the week? Gordon's heart skipped a beat at Radioactive's announcement. She was worried for her Clanmates' safety with the whole 'enemy of the week' thing in general, but they were targeting The Cartel now? No, no, no... Gordon cried in her head, biting her lip a bit. "R-Radio, please-please reconsider..." Gordon piped up, looking up at the deputy briefly before flickering her gaze back to the ground. Despite her previous outbursts at tortures, she still was afraid of bringing up her concerns. Hell, she was worried about her protesting at tortures. What if someone suddenly lashed out at her for protesting? But she was learning to stop that, she was trying to learn to be okay with the screams and cries from them. Most of the time, she just left camp anyway and waited until night to come back in there was a session happening. But even then, there still may be one going on.


    Gordon shook her head, trying to stop those thoughts from continuing. She didn't need those noises in her head right now. "You-you can't target The Cartel, pl-please." She went on. "What-what if Bill raids-raids us? What-what if he finds me?" She wasn't sure if Radioactiveplaque knew of her history with him (besides the fact he was her father), and even if not, it was logical to fear him. "You-you can't raid them. He-he'll..." She trailed off, wrapping her tail around her body for comfort. She bit her lip now, trying to control herself. She was fighting back tears -- of fear, of course -- and trying to stop her from trembling. They couldn't raid The Cartel. They just couldn't. That would give him a reason to come here, to the camp, and find her. He would find her and take her back to his Clan and let his Clanmates use her, if not kill her. It's bad enough that she and Billiam ran away from him already, and doing it twice, or being rescued? Bill wouldn't let her leave with her life.


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    GENERAL:
    gordon praelium-cipher (goes by gordon cipher)| female (she/her) | warrior of (non-traditional) shadowclan; former vanguard [hp] of (non-traditional) shadowclan | physically and mentally 1 year
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] light gold abyssinian
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    scar going from the bottom of her stomach to her side (from bill)
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    post-traumatic stress disorder
    anxiety disorder
    panic disorder
    PERSONALITY:
    caring, kind, persistent about her beliefs (learning to die this down a bit), nervous, easily scared
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, crushing on frisk; panromantic, asexual
    CONFRONTATION[/color]
    physically easy, mentally easy
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER:
    played by maple
    finnishwars praelium xx bill cipher (gen 8 )
    all powers (doesn't use them often)
    tv tropes/bio