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[center]Finch Harbringer[color=white][size=8][center][font=times new roman][i]"the club isn't the best place to find a lover so the bar is where i go" [color=white]
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[color=#ff9999]- Finch Harbringer
-Shadowclan
-Gravedigger(deputy)
-10 months
-Titles: patriot, sociable, shadowstalker
[color=white]Appearance
[color=#ff9999]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color. She has the tail of a white bunny, it's fluffy and large.
-Battle body : A large, white male horse. It is well muscled and towering. Finch uses this body in battle. click for reference
[color=white]Relationships
[color=#ff9999]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
-Interested in none
-1/2 of none
-Heterosexual
-Cisgender
-She/her
[color=white]Interaction
[color=#ff9999]-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.

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[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]it's fine and this is perfect lmao <33

No.

Littlestar had, for the first time in what felt like centuries, been off guard. She had been doing her daily border patrol, she had been relaxing. Thinking about a random thing here and there. Forgetting the consequences of letting your fucking guard down. And it happened. Again. The second time it had happened. The first being when she was a young Hawkclan kitten marching along the border. She thought herself so cool and professional. And then her former clanmate grabbed her scruff and dragged her to the Exiles. He being a massive pink tiger meant it didn't take much to do this. He had thrown her onto the ground and he'd.. he'd scarred her. Burnt her. And the worst punishment of all... permanently broken her jaw. She still bore the scars from that torture despite it being months and months ago. She still woke up shaking in the dead of the night. And this? This was like she was back in her kitten mentality and physicality. She could fight, yes. She could scratch and howl and insult and bite at Sango but the cold, hard truth was that the eight foot tall hellhound had her in her jaws. Could do anything to her just as Blindfold had done. And that fact was something she knew and something that had her shaking. Fear made her want to piss herself. Anger made her want to slit the blue eyed females throat and have the nightmare end and she would wake up, safe but scared in her bed. In Hawkclan.

No.

"YOU FUCKING FUCKITY FUCKER! LET ME THE FUCK GO YOU FUCKING CUNT ASS LITTLE BITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, THAT'S WHAT I'LL DO!" The dark grey tabby roared furiously as she swung from the Shadowclan Leaders grip, claws unsheathed and aiming for the females snout in a useless attempt to get her to drop her. She could see Shadowclan territory approaching and her wriggles ceased for a second, staring at the ominous looking territory. She then snarled and began to fought much harder and time passed in a second as she was dropped onto the ground. She hit it with a thud and all the breath left her. Her ears folded back as Sango began to speak, people began to crowd. "You gonna insult me again or somethin' before we get this show on the road, or are you going to give up and make this easy?" "What the fuck I look like, you fucking cunt?" Littlestar snarled, lunging at the hellhound and attempting to slam her claws into the females front legs. It wasn't much but she was not letting Sango off easy at all. Finch approaching made a flicker of hatred burn in her golden eyes as she turned her gaze to the short legged female. The words 'crooked face' made her inwardly twitch but she was determined not to show them her insecurities whatsoever. "Fucking bitchy little short legs. And what are you? Still not leader, huh?" She sneered, upper lip curling in a gruesomely ugly manner, hoping to provoke whatever insecurity the female may have to give it back.

No.

To Littlestar, who had a whole lot of experience with the Exiles.. this place was a lot like it. The snide comments from the crowd. The casual sense of sadism. Luna did not go unnoticed. Her ears flickered and she narrowed her golden eyes which were glowing very clearly, steam practically flowing from her ears. "To the fucking shade?! What the fuck are you, bitchy ass fucker? Shadowshit has no fucking glory. You're all steaming piles of shit that scream anything but glory, ya peice of shit. Get the fuck outta here with that freaky ass talk ya got going on, cunt." Shut up, Lit. Seriously. This is gonna end bad.. just like it did in the Exiles. She closed her eyes and let her stub tail lash but the flashback hit her like a ton of bricks. The tigers pink paw was flying towards her face and she couldn't move, she was stuck in place, as that paw slammed into her face and sent her flying backwards. She hit the ground and rolled only coming to a still after a couple of painful rolls. She did not move. She remembered seeing shadows staring at her and that was all she remembered. The one last thing she heard was the cry of Ichigo. Her name. Her na- Littlestars eyes opened once more and her claws curled into the ground. "Let's go, fuckers." She muttered, protecting her neck by hiding it under all her fur, golden eyes glowing.

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[center]Finch Harbringer[color=white][center][font=times new roman]"the club isn't the best place to find a lover so the bar is where i go" [color=white]
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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=#ff9999]- Finch Harbringer
-Shadowclan
-Gravedigger(deputy)
-10 months
-Titles: patriot, sociable, shadowstalker
[color=white]Appearance
[color=#ff9999]-Birth/Main : Finch is a domestic white feline with unusually short legs and oddly large ears. Her eyes are a stunning blue color. She has the tail of a white bunny, it's fluffy and large.
-Battle body : A large, white male horse. It is well muscled and towering. Finch uses this body in battle. click for reference
[color=white]Relationships
[color=#ff9999]-Daughter of Valentine Harbringer
-Interested in none
-1/2 of none
-Heterosexual
-Cisgender
-She/her
[color=white]Interaction
[color=#ff9999]-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.

[center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]That was something else really. He never heard someone toss cuss words around like they were the best thing ever. He was a bit disappointed though as the insults the words were supposed to be kind of just lost meaning as they continued to flow from the child's mouth. It was just annoying and he made a tsking noise before he sat down and waved his tail back and forth. He wondered if he cussed that much when he was little? Probably but just a bit more held back but at least when he did it actually had a meaning behind it and not whatever that was. Humor danced in his brightly glowing eyes as he stared at Littlestar, eyes flicking away as he suddenly thought of Mercy. No, no, she wasn't here. She wasn't here to continue to ruin his life and make him forget his family and friends for the sake of her and he breathed out with a sudden wave of anger pulling though his body. [color=#00FF00]"I really hope this will be fun. I might get me some candy for it."

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KIOWA
[font=times]☼ 77 months [color=#99C68E]☼ [color=white]shadowclan [color=#99C68E]☼ [color=white]warrior [color=#99C68E]☼
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[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]eyyy also khal drogo my MAN

Already, all this wriggling to escape made her tired but she was not giving up. She was surrounding by many Shadowclanners. All different in appearance, all clearly hating her. Majority of them appeared to have powers of some sorts and she narrowed her golden eyes, taking a step back from the big ones in particular. They're gonna rip you apart. The little voice in the back of her head was a cruel one. It highlighted her worst fears, brought images of said fears to life. Finch's comment made her turn her head and she snarled lowly, whiskers twitching. "Mm.. I might love to have a nice shop every now and then but I am not buying your bullshit, sorry Finch." Littlestar flinched when she scented Radioactiveplague and a wave of fury slammed into her as she turned to see the green eyed male staring at her. Amused? Her lip curled. Just. Like. The Exiles. "You want candy? Kiss my sweet ass you son of a bitch!" She leapt at the male and attempted to bring up her dagger from her belly fluff (there was a hidden strap there) and stab it for the millionth time into the males leg. Khal Drogo's words didn't go unnoticed. She turned to the big male and curled her lip. She had nothing. No ammunition. The least she could do was spit insults and see them take it. "Fatass." The Leader growled, noticing that whilst also being horribly tall, he seemed to have a speech impediment. Or something. She couldn't tell. Kiowa's chuckle made her turn to the half blind female and she narrowed her golden eyes but didn't spitfire anything at the female, waiting instead. Save me.

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[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Her mouth, anger, eyes and her tiny claws and daggers were the only weapons she currently had. Littlestar did not have the strength nor the skill to face off against a thousand angry beasts. More specifically, ones that glowed and ones that clearly were inhabitants for some sort of power. "Insult me all you want, barbarian, but the moment your pathetic little mouth let's loose on ShadowClan I will rip it out and tie your noose with it." A scoff of some sorts escaped her and she tilted her head, readying herself as she watched the female warily, her stub tail twitching. "Good to fucking know." The dark grey tabby then saw the sumatran tiger step forwards. That one little step was all she needed to allow herself to move, ducking underneath the flying paw that was sent her way. She rolled and came back to a stand still on the side just as Luna attacked air, golden eyes narrowing at the female. "Also.. what the fuck? Barbarian? Really? You, motherfucker, are living inside a clan of barbarians. Uncivilized steaming piles of shit. You're just like the Exiles!" Would this wound the loyalists pride or no? Being compared to the Exiles wasn't ideal for most considering the low ranking that it had and how it was not at all a good clan but maybe Shadowclan would like being compared to the most ruthless clan out of them all. Maybe they'd take it as a compliment, the damn dirty dogs. Littlestar prepped herself to dodge and duck the tigers attacks and lunged forwards with her versatile blade in her left paw, attempting to stab it into the tigress' flank as she surged forwards, golden eyes on the lookout for flying teeth and claws.

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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]funhaus wasn't one to usually enter in the scene of captures and tortures. he was still fighting over his own morals over torturing and it pained him to do so, especially for being in an anticlan. but this scenario was special. much like luna, he couldn't stand it when someone insulted anyone he loved and knew. heck, they could insult him and brutally hurt him, but he wouldn't allow anybody, especially this little shit, talk badly about his clan. he didn't say anything as he lumbered over, eyes trained only on the captured leader. the large bear knew he wouldn't kill her or even attack her, but instead he aims to harshly press his massive paw on top of littlestar's body, hopefully pushing her down and stopping her from being able to move around.

"us, we're uncivilized steaming piles of shit? look who's talking. can't believe you were caught so easily. what a shame, really. nice to see proclanners are still weak little fucks."

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Hawkclan was a point of hate for a lot of anti clans. Why? She didn't know a specific reason but she knew it was something to do with them being a pro clan. A whole lot of anti clanners (and pro clans were getting rarer and rarer) were despising the opposites. It was stupid to make a pointless war but they had started this and she was going to end it. This was just the.. the hard parts of it all. Exhaling sharply at the appearance of the big brown bear, she straightened up and bared her teeth as Funhaus approached. There was virtually no where to go. The Shadowclanners seemed to enclose her in a circle and after much looking around, she saw no gap in the circle. Ears pricked, the dark grey tabby moves but in the end, it's a bear against an apprentice aged cat and he has her in a corner. She is pinned to the ground by his massive brown paw and begans to writhe immediately in attempt after attempt to get out of his grip. He's strong but her will is stronger. His words infuriated her. She knew that her cursing was excessive but it was a granted considering they were prepping to torture her. "YOU'RE GONNA TORTURE ME, YOU FUCKWIT!" She snarled, dripping her dagger and attempting to wriggle it from underneath her but her legs were also slightly squashed under paws. A bit more wriggling and she could stab him. She could stab him right in the leg and maybe then he'd let her go. Nice to see proclanners are still weak little fucks. Her golden eyes radiate energy and a golden glow that has only been seen in times of extreme anger. It hasn't reached it's peak yet. To do that would take something bad. "Think I'm weak? Put away your twenty tigers and bears and I'll show you how weak I am." Littlestar threatened, finally managing to get her left paw (the one wielding the dagger) free from his weight. It was no longer immobilized and she had little time before he'd spot the free paw. Dead bear. Dead bear.

[color=#fffe07f]She attempts to stab him several times in the thick leg, knowing that it will take a couple of arm swings before she can properly pierce the bears fat flesh.[/color]

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[center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 400px; line-height: 14px; font-family: lucida sans unicode; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Aleks couldn't help but snort at Littlestar's attempts to be big and mighty. He looked at his mom, who had made the capture. "Uh, mom? I think you caught on with a big mouth," snickered the hellhound, before teleporting right in front of where the fight was occurring. He aimed to knock the blade from her grip before she could do any damage. If that worked, he would smirk and bend down, aiming to grip her scruff in his teeth and take her back over to Sango, where he would then keep his paws on her chest to keep her pinned down.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth 0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]Littlestar was being jostled around like a bloody chew toy. Passed from person to person. She was no toy. They thought she was just.. a toy. Why was she feeling so mad? She could tear them apart in her mind. She felt like she had the energy to do it. Just one more remark and she'd have the energy to.. to just kill them. No. Littlestar grunted as someone knocked her dagger from her grasp. She watched it slide under some random animals paw and it disappeared from sight. Her gut twisted and she began to writhe even harder then before, scratching wildly at whomever picked her up. Another hellhound? Sango had been busy. Littlestars lip curled and she looked towards where her dagger had been. No. Don't you dare fucking cry. Don't cry. She managed. No tears built in her golden eyes as she was dropped by Sango's feet. That dagger, gifted to her by her dead father, was gone. It was fucking gone. Littlestar felt a lump build in her throat, for once rendered silent as she contemplated this new idea. It was gone. The last thing she had of him. Because some mindless motherfucker decided it'd be good to shove it away. "I'm surprised you can spout so much bullshit with a mouth as fucked as yours. Honestly, what happened? Did your daddy smack you a little too hard?" These words jerked her back to reality and she swiveled around to face the demon, eyes a steady golden glow. She didn't even bother containing her anger from her face. She let her lip curl, not caring how unattractive it made her (not that she was attractive in the first place), she let her eyes smolder like two active volcanoes, let herself be who she felt she was all those months. Hawkclan was a clan of peace, justice, pro clan. Shadowclan was a clan of darkness, nightmares, everything people hated. And she felt like her personality was wedged inbetween the two. What would she have become if she'd stayed in the Exiles? Just like these Shadowclanners. All sheep after one another.

The comment about her jaw made her flinch, she wasn't denying. it. But the comment about her Dad. Now. That. Pissed. Her. Off. Littlestar flexed her claws and straightened up, dust rising and settling onto the edges of her fur. "Get this.. you're a Queen of steaming piles of shit. You feel proud? All hail Queen Shithea-" Her head snapped to the side once the hellhounds paw smacked into her face. She felt an ungodly sting right there and reckoned that a nice purple bruise would be blooming under her fur. "My Dad's were better people then you will ever be, Queen Shithead." Littlestar spat, slowly craning her neck back to face Sango despite the ligaments in her neck (which had been harshly tugged at when her head snapped to the side) that protested against the movement. "Did you even know my fucking parents? They'd never touch me. They loved me." And one of them watched me get tortured. NO. That's not right. He didn't really understand, he didn't really know. He left the Exiles soon after, gave up being Leader... wasn't his fault. "The only abuser here, shithead, is you. I bet you've smacked big boys head up and down when he was a little baby. Explains his face, at least." She gestured at Aleks with her paw, ears angled downwards.

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[center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 400px; line-height: 14px; font-family: lucida sans unicode; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]He couldn't help it. Aleks giggled at her words about Queen Shithead and how his mom apparently smacked him around. He stopped for a second, catching his breath, before smirking and looking down at Littlestar. "Thing is, Littleshit, she was probably a better mom than your dads ever were. If I ever got captured, hell if any of her kids who live here ever got captured, she'd send the entire Clan after us, probably seconds after they found out we were missing. Because she loves us." He couldn't help but rub it in her face. He bet on everything that at least on of her dads wasn't like that, and probably didn't care what happened to her. But that was whatever. The male aimed to place his paw on her chest and press down slowly, with much force, until it probably felt like she couldn't breathe. He wanted her to suffer.

Xia probably shouldn't really be here, considering the massive amount of cussing that Littlestar managed to throw out. Oh, and the torture, too. She winced slightly as they each had their turn with the HawkClan leader, moving to sit beside her father. She didn't say anything at first, amazed by the colorful words being used, and the attacks being thrown. Oh, and Littlestar's dagger flailing. That was cool too.

Anyways, the hellshadow pup looked to her father, giving him a nudge in hopes that he would conjure up some candy, like he said he might, and share it. After all, sucking on a lollipop while watching the Clan do its thing was... well, cool, she guessed. "She sure speaks a lot." the pup murmured to Radio, distaste dripping from her words. "Her voice is actually startin' to hurt my ears." oh, and here comes the complaining.

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