How Did We Survive? (always open!)

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    "It better be some bloody food," Claire snapped as she walked out from her part of the woods. She stopped when she saw the two girls. "Hello, who's this? Couple of friends you mates found again? Because if not, I am in the mood to smash something."

    "I've seen scarier plagues, girl," Claire chuckled heartily, and set herself by the roots of an asp. "What happened to the cry-baby--Mei, was it? Did she run off like usual again?"

    "How?" She asked. "It nearly destroyed us."


    Mei stood a few feet away, the belt draped on the ground, but still in her hand. She glared at Claire with a flash of a new light in her eyes. "Who are you calling a cry-baby?"

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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 folded her hands behind her head, crossing her legs with a smirk slapped onto her face. "Did you see anybody else crying because they had killed someone who was going to kill them anyway?" she replied , coolly. "If you ask me, you're a freeloader."~~


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


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    The girl with darts looked at the girl that just appeared. "The herd will not hurt us, especially since we are in a forest. They cannot stampede here."


    Mei growled. "Just because I have blood from some killer doesn't mean I'm going to do the same." But she wasn't so certain of what she said.


    ooc: I can't help but to bring a little Ivy into this. XD

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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! IVEH'S BACK!



    ~~[font=times new roman]"We're not fighting, mate."
    She brandished her mace and patted its head lightly but enough to send a message. "This is fighting," she said. "And nothing's bad in food. Maxine can pick us off a few, and we'll be feasting like kings! And, little one, it does so. You might as well be a martyr if you're not."    ~~


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


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    Shana looked between them, feeling a little helplessly lost. She stood as tall as she could. "I am a priestess of Shadowguard, and direct descendant of Shana the gentle. You will treat me with due respect. New Shanghai is our salvation, and it will NOT be destroyed."

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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 ;



    ~~[font=times new roman]"I only respect people that save my tail, Dressey," Claire said in a sing-song voice. "And you haven't really shown much of it by getting captured back there."~~


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


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    "Whatever you say." The one with the bow muttered, not finding it necessary to fight. "By the way, my name is Chloe, and this is Erin. She insists on being named after her ancestor." Erin looked over when she said that and gave a slight glare.


    "So what do you want me to do, huh? Your ancestor tried to stop mine from killing people. And now you're gong completely against what you should believe in!"

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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 ;



    ~~[font=times new roman]"What I should believe in?"
    Claire stood and glared down at the girl, anger and pain burning through her eyes. "What I belived in was destroyed years ago, mate!" she snarled, pointing an accusing finger at her. "If you and your ancestors had butt out, Roxy wouldn't have been killed--because of you!"    ~~


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    "I don't give a crap about food!" Claire yelled, and shot Mei one more glare. "You watch your back," she seethed in a near fatal voice. "Because everywhere you look, everything you kill, I will be there. And Roxy's death will be avenged, mate. You bet your soul it will!" She turned and stormed to the other side of the clearing, slumping down and driving her dagger deeply into the tree's trunk, soon yanking it back out and repeating it.