How Did We Survive? (always open!)

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    Ariana kept Lee pinned to the ground in case he decided to wake up.


    "Fine, send them with us if you must," Dustin muttered, obviously annoyed.

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    There's a reason why Hares are better fighters than any soldier...
    There's a reason why Badgers are treated as Kings and Queens...
    There's a reason why foxes and rats and weasels are called vermin...
    And there's a reason why our Abbey is protected with the help of Moles and Squirrels.


    [align=center]name ; Skunkstripe
    rank ; Leader of Badgers of Sherwood
    ooc ; You can interact with Claire, my character, because she and another character are about to go and save the others.



    ~~[font=times new roman]Suddenly, Claire heard something and turned to see a great fire in the distance--and her friend's screams in the distance. She tightened her grip on her mace and whistled to Maxine, who jumped up and ran to her master's side. "Let's go, mate," Claire growled as she started toward the fire. "We've got business to attend."~~


    It all started with a certain Mouse and a certain sword...


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    There's a reason why Hares are better fighters than any soldier...
    There's a reason why Badgers are treated as Kings and Queens...
    There's a reason why foxes and rats and weasels are called vermin...
    And there's a reason why our Abbey is protected with the help of Moles and Squirrels.


    [align=center]name ; Skunkstripe
    rank ; Leader of Badgers of Sherwood
    ooc ; Yeah, Maxine's a dog. XD



    ~~[font=times new roman]Claire hid behind a stone pillar, pushing Maxine behind her so they wouldn't show themselves. "There they are!" she whispered, and pointed to the others as they were being led away. "We'll wait, mate, at least until they're by themselves."~~


    It all started with a certain Mouse and a certain sword...


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    There's a reason why Hares are better fighters than any soldier...
    There's a reason why Badgers are treated as Kings and Queens...
    There's a reason why foxes and rats and weasels are called vermin...
    And there's a reason why our Abbey is protected with the help of Moles and Squirrels.


    [align=center]name ; Skunkstripe
    rank ; Leader of Badgers of Sherwood
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    ~~[font=times new roman]Claire almost jumped out of her skin from the voice behind her, and got ready to swing her mace when she saw the person who spoke. He didn't look like the people that had her friends as prisoners, but she still didn't let her guard down, even though her dog seemed to like him.
    "Shh!" she hissed to Maxine, silencing her, then turned to the stranger. "Depends on who's asking, and why I shouldn't kill you right now."    ~~


    It all started with a certain Mouse and a certain sword...


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    ooc- Yays! Protector is back! I thought you'd left the thread. Glad to see you again. :)


    ic- Shana was shoved back to the others. The girl nodded to Phelps and Grimes, and the two moved forward as the girl turned on her heel and walked back towards camp.

    Because I can help you get into the craw. I that is what your doing. Not many come out here to enjoy the sun light." H chuckled to himself because that's exactly what he was doing.

    Grimes, a bearded man with yellow teeth, grinned at her. True to his name, a layer of filth covered every inch of his being, as if he had been rolling in the dust for hours in preparation of their meeting. Phelps was tall and lanky, with grease marks on his cheeks and no facial hair to speak of.

    Grimes held up his hands as if in surrender. "Whoa, whoa, there, girly. Just trying to be nice. No need to worry 'bout any attempts on your honor." He laughed.