Posts by Webby25

Cutter grinned at this.
"No im not. But i can easily make your life hell." He looked down at battlepaw, who Cutter was still standing on, claws dug in.
"This is going to hurt like hell. It would be easy to do the same to you."

OOC: By pinning Cutter down, you just killed your little brother. My claws were dug in him so that if i took them out, his back would be ripped off. 'Lol' well done.

IC: Cutter swung his back legs so his claws dug into LionFang's back legs and pulled him off, his leg muscles bristling.
He pinned LionFang, and rolled him onto his back.
Cutter did his siganture move and dug his claws into LionFang's back, digging them deeper and deeper until Lionfang was in the same position as his brother.
If Lionfang pulled Cutter off, he would rip his own back off, just as had happened to Battlepaw.

OOC: Ikr? Powerplayers..get on my nerves.

OOC: No im not. Not really.

OOC: Not really. I simply had him at checkmate. I didnt say he died, or was bleeding. Just simply at checkmate.

OOC: 'Bro' if you would have read my comment, it said that Battlepaw couldnt get Cutter off his back, because his claws were dug too deep into his back. By knocking Cutter off, you ripped Battlepaw's back off. So BattlePaw is dead 'haha'.

Oh, and if you dont take my attacks, dont expect me to take yours. I'll simply believe you are dead, and completely ignore your character and his attacks, as you are with mine.

So Cutter is alive, 'haha'.

OOC: Then you obviously havent rp'd like i have before.

OOC: How about no? And i just changed my style.

I dont fight with noobs.

You, my friend, are a noob.

'Haha'

OOC: Trololol.

Ally, i might leave.
Noobs do meh head in.
Unless im messing with them

OOC: Please, read a dictionary.

I can't understand 'gangster' talk.

And me, a noob? Sure. Whatever floats your boat.

OOC: grow up? oh my.

IC: Cutter swiftly climbed up his tree and perched on his branch.

OOC: Pfft. If you were the maker of this thread, i would never have been here.

And you obviously don't understand my whole persona. It is not powerplaying, but people might not understand this.

IC: Cutter smirked and made room for his friend. "This isnt the tree. It's quite far in the forest.
A lot of birds nest there, and the key is to only take a few eggs at a time, so they dont suspect anything." Cutter smiled and lay down on the branch.

OOC: and LionFang and Battlepaw and all the other cats you roleplay become heroes and save the day and everythings jolly. pfft, powerplaying noob .-.

OOC: Intimidate me? Please, get a grip.

I would not join your thread because i only join my friend's clans, or if a clan interests me.

And about getting you angry, i did no such thing. You, sweetheart, decided to get involved in affairs which didnt concern you.

And about being a nice person? I have no comment .-.

Cutter glanced around and began to scratch his claws on his branch. Not only did this mark the tree as his own, but kept his reinforced claws sharp.
He sighed, restless.
Somehow he had missed the fight with the rogues, and the bloodlust he had to keep at bay was running dangerously high.
Sighing again, he began to scratch the leaves on the end of the branch.
It was dangerous, a cat of his build at the weak part of the branch, but living dangerously was what Cutter was good at.
He remembered his kit years.
Scourge and Bone, pushing and pushing him to do better, to become evil, like them.
He shook his head, not wanting to remember. Blocking the river of memories that came rushing to the surface.
He closed his eyes tight, focusing on blocking the memories out.

Cutter opened his eyes and looked around the camp. He yawned and lay down, gazing around.

OOC: Well said.

OOC: Cutter isnt really a mushy-lovey type of cat. You can be lovers but he will be hard to get through to ;/

IC: Cutter looked at the gash on his shoulder and licked it tentatively. He probably should get it seen too, but there were worse cats with cuts in the clan. He could always wait until later.

Cutter gazed at the clan from up in his branch. He rolled onto his back, carefully due to his gash and closed his eyes.
He had once seen a cat doing this, rolling over, completely vulnerable.
Cutter, when he had seen it, had almost hissed at the cat. How stupid it was. Didn't it understand that anything could attack it at any moment?
Cutter had came to realise that the cat didnt have any worries, it was a completely normal way of clan life.
So Cutter was trying it out now.
Somehow, it seemed uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because he was in a tree. Or perhaps it was the fact that this was abnormal for him.