OOC- Hey Bandy, can Griz be Patches' master?
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OOC- Hey Bandy, can Griz be Patches' master?
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OOC- Well said.
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IC- Griz's previous toy had recently kicked the metaphorical bucket. He looked around for a new one, and soon found a suitable she cat (Patches) and looped a collar around her neck. The collar had inverted spikes that would dig in only deeply enough to hurt, but not to kill. "If you're a good little toy, you might get a bite of food tonight." Of course she wouldn't. He couldn't wait to see her disappointment. "Got a name?"
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IC- Felix stared into Clockwork's cage. She must be sick.
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IC- Jasper watched the she cat from about a fox length away.
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IC- Felix continued to peer into the cage. "Do ya think she has whitecough?"
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IC- "Meh.... I don't see the point of tryin' to heal her.... We might just get sick instead."
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IC- "Candyapple might try to escape."
IC- Felix shrugged. "If you're so bent on this, why don't you do it?" But then he sighed. Darkspirit was right. "You know what? I'll go fetch it myself." Felix got up and walked away, towards twolegplace.
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IC- Later, Felix returned and dropped some capmint gently into Clockworks cage
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IC- "Hey, Darkspirit, wanna race shecats?"
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IC- "Does anyone know where the wagons are?"
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IC- Name- Felix
Gender- Male
Looks- Felix is tall and lean with short ginger fur and green eyes.
Rank- Torturer.
Name- Cinders
Gender- Female
Looks- Fairly large, but still thin, with black fur and pale yellow eyes.
Rank- Slave
OOC- Oops. *rereads description*
IC- Griz at some point, removed the muzzle. "Ahh. Beautiful name."
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IC- "You'll find out." Griz unchained her from the wall and led her to his den.
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IC- "13 for me then," said Felix.
Felix shrugged and laughed.
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IC- Once the reached his little den, Griz began to chain Patches to another wall.
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IC- To begin, Grin slowly raked his claws down her side, grinning evilly as he did so.
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IC- "What are you moving away for? Do ya want food or don't you?" He went over to the corner of the den to fetch a small sack of thorns. Griz then returned and tried to press them into each of her paws.