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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#ffffff;][font=georgia]★ CHASTIEFOL BELLION - i'm better sleeping on my own
    It was not something that he had ever expected to happen. No, that was a lie. He had, previously, always expected the worst to occur, especially to himself. The fact that he had let his guard down was more because his subconscious mind had grown to trust Sunclan's inhabitants and it's territory too. That was part of the reason why he had stopped carrying his pillow around with him wherever he floated. He had decided that he did not need a weapon on him at all times because it seemed to be quite safe in Sunclan. Sunclan, the place where nothing seemed to happen and where nothing seemed to go wrong. Boy, was Chastiefol wrong about that.


    That was why it had come as a moderate shock to him when he had been patrolling the borders and noticed an unfamiliar female. Not knowing all that much about alliances and the ones that Sunclan held was a major mistake on his part as he had therefore been unable to identify where her scent originated from which lead to him treating her just like any other stranger on the border. It had been a poor mistake on his part and he was going to pay for such a mediocre accident.


    Near to the borders lingered the acrid stench that was typically associated with Bloodclan, the scent tainting the tropical scenery along with a few specks of scattered crimson blood. A few stray scraps of fur had been shed in the skirmish. Russian blue fur, the few clumps decorating the already messy scene. It was painfully clear to see who had won the struggle. The victor had certainly not been Chastiefol, that was for sure.


    He had found himself in an extremely unfortunate situation with a Bloodclanner. A very, very unfortunate situation.


    //this is horrible because it's like 11:20pm and i'm going to sleep but i wanted to get this out first
    the torture thread is here so you guys can go and stalk it or whatever but i don't want anyone saving him until barb breaks his leg ;^)

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    Kalyna ✦ ✧ ✦ —
    [ Oh wow! We live in totally different timezones. I'm sorry this post is so bad, it was kind of rushed on my part. ]


    To be fairly honest, Lyna wasn't much of a traveler... at least not anymore. Once she found SunClan, she knew that it was her home. With this knowledge, it's pretty surprising to find herself hanging around the borders. The day was calm, nothing too hectic was happening. In fact, she hadn't heard a peep from any of her clanmates.


    Strolling down the borderline, Lyna took a moment to rest on a nearby rock, or whatever that hard surface was called. She didn't realize it, but somehow the feline managed to doze off for a good thirty minutes. She would've continued her slumber for a longer period of time if she didn't hear some loud ruckus nearby. She shot her eyes open, and quickly glanced around the scene. It was little ways away, but with the strong stench of a scent, a BloodClanner was definitely on their territory. She hopped to her feet and scrambled to help, judging by the appearance and smell, Chastie.


    Unfortunately for her she had woken up just in time-- for the end of the battle. The BloodClanner had already won the fight and Lyna wasn't really sure how advanced Chastie was in battle. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she debated whether to trust logic and get the rest of the clan, or to follow her emotions and track them down without help.


    She dug her claws into the ground and decided to go after them before they disappeared. The others would surely follow once they see what had happened at the location.

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    [color=#0D0E13]If anything was to get Suga back into character, it was the scent of a clan-mate's blood spilled by an enemy. He couldn't really remember if there was some specific memory or tragedy that made him this way, but his anger boiled the most at situations like these. He lived for these times, where he could show the anti-clanners who they were fucking with and keep his loved ones from harm. He would track down the fucking BloodClanner's scent to the ends of the earth if that meant taking Chastiefol back, and when he arrived at the scene, he could see that Kalyna had the same sort of idea. He stopped at the border, letting his clan-mate get a head start while he waited for others to show up. "SunClannrs! We need a few to follow Kalyna and I to BloodClan and take back Chas," The hybrid announced loudly, "And we're taking some BloodClannrs back with us. Blood for blood."
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