Posts by Webby25

Cutter watched the cats here and curled his tail around his paws.

Cutter dipped his head and replied, "of course." he glanced around to see who else was going on patrol.

OOC: i have to log off for now, but i'll go on patrol when i get back.

Oh and ally, i need to tell you something on wh tomorrow XD
Just say 'Emrald' and i'll remember XDDD

Cutter looked around the camp.

Cutter smiled at AlwaysPaw.
"Hello, i'm fine, and how are you?" he replied.

"good." said Cutter, tossing Alwayspaw and egg Cutter had been saving.

OOC: I dont even know anymore.

There was a patrol, two apprentices are mates and ones pregnant, thats all really.

Cutter curled his tail around his paws and began to lick his chest fur.

OOC: Emrald XDDDDD

IC: Cutter smirked. "I know a place. I'll show you sometime."

Cutter laughed and padded off to find his tree. He swiftly climbed up and settled on his branch.

OOC: heheheheheheheh rogues >8D

IC: Cutter napped on his branch.

OOC: Recap? o.o

IC: Cutter stood by Fallenstar, looking at ShellFur. He made no give away of anger, or even attention. His expression was unreadable, as his eyes were.
It was a trick he had picked up, for showing any expression could help the enemy.
But was Shellfur even an enemy?

Cutter looked down his nose at BattlePaw, his aloofness pouring through his mask.
The mask that hid his inner thoughts, the inner him. It was this mask that made him highly unsociable, and made many cats fear him, and the fact that even getting a smile out of him was considered an almighty achievement.

Cutter hissed violently at BattlePaw, unusually losing control.
"Learn to speak to your betters with respect, mousebrain, or you wont be getting your warrior name at all."
Cutter glared at Battlepaw, his threat lingering in the air.

Cutter laughed, unsheathing his reinforced claws. A deep, heartyful laugh.
"Creepy? You havent seen the worse." He spat ominously.
Cutter pinned BattlePaw, digging his claws in, and hissed in his face.
"Don't challenge me. You will lose."

Cutter laughed at Texaspaw.
"You want to be next?" He hissed.

Cutter pricked his ears at FallenStar and got off of BattlePaw, fur still raised, and his eyes full of anger.
What gave the young tom any right to speak to him like that? Cutter could easily kill him.
But instant kills werent Cutter's way of fighting.
He prefered to slowly torture his victims to death, and only when they begged for death, kill them.
For death was merciful, an end to everything.
And death was the easy way out.
Cutter glared at BattlePaw, and Texaspaw.

OOC: Read my last comment. I had got off you, and the leader had said to not fight. However if thats how you want to roll.

IC: Cutter rolled over and slashed at BattlePaw's face, before leaping onto his back and digging his claws in. He then pulled each foot out of the tom's back, ripping flesh as he did, before digging the claws back in and repeating his steps.
Eventually, his claws were so deep in the tom's flesh, there was no way BattlePaw could kick him off, unless he ripped his own back off along.

Cutter, still on Battlepaw's back, glared at Mistwing.
"Respect the leader." he said simply.

Cutter hissed at Weakpaw, still on Battlepaw's back.
"Respect your elders, or you'll be next." he spat.