"I won't dissapoint you." Mercutio stammered, a smile crossing his features. He ignored the pain in his half of a tail. For some reason, the black tom felt proud to have a torn tail now. It acted, to Mercutio, as a rememberance of his spar to join the devilish Bloodclan. He only had one question on his mind. "What rank am I now?"
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Mercutio slipped into the scene, his half-a-tail twitching with pleasure. Formerly a rouge only the day before, he had fought to prove his strength, and the fight was not in vain. "Spar, anyone?" The black tom suggested, a smile on his dark features.
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[justify]Mercutio's intense eyes focused on the scene just beyond him. He sat patiently in the shadows, his demonic black coat blending in perfectly. When the time seemed right, the former rouge leapt from the bushes and suantered over to the three. Narrowing his eyes on the kit and raising an invisible brow, he chuckled darkly. "A kit? How cute, it doesn't even remeber how it got here. I'll make sure it remembers the feel of my claws." A smirk crossed his muzzle as Mercutio's long, glinting silver claws slipped out of their sheathes. "That is, if it causes any trouble." The tom looked to Gothika. "What should we do with it?"[/justify]
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[justify]With a simple, respectful dip of his head, Mercutio unsheathed a glittering pair of long, silver claws. "Mind if you may the first move?" He asked, tipping his head slightly to the side. [/justify]
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[justify]Mercutio gave a subtle smirk, then barrel rolled out of the way of the big cat's grasp. Tumbling back to his feet, the black first tier threw himself at Frostedshadow's side, aiming to dig his knife-like claws through her fur and flesh.[/justify]
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A grunt of pain emitted from the ebony black tom as the fangs began to sink into his neck. Mercutio wriggled away from the fangs before they cut very deep, but a little blood pooled at the wound. The first tier saw the crimson liquid drip to the sandy floor and gave a sigh of frustration before backing away and watching the snow leopard catiously, hoping he was ready for her next attack.
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[justify]"What are some of your talents, kit?" Mercutio narrowed his piercing amber eyes on Gothamkit, if he had heard the kit's name right. The ebony black tom raised a paw to his mouth and gave it a strong lick, then drew the paw over his ear leisurely. "We don't want another useless mouth to feed, so you'd better start naming them." He added, a quick smirk appearing on his muzzle.[/justify]
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"What the h*ll is this, Jade?!" Her mother bellowed, holding up a drawing from her notebook. It was a beautiful drawing, but it was of a sadistic and depressed theme. Jade backed away slowly, eyes filling with hateful tears. "It's mine. My artwork." Jade's mother brought the father over. "Look what our child is doing! Can you believe this?" The teen's father just stood there. With an angry sigh, Jade's mother turned to her again. "You do THIS anymore, you're grounded. Understood?" After a while of hesitation, the mother tore the drawing in half. "Understood?!" She barked. Jade's tears began to stream down her face. Without another word being said, she stormed into her room. "I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong..." The mother pitied.
Jade slammed her door behind her. She pulled open one of her drawers and took out her phone and began to text. With no replies to any of her texts, she wiped away her tears and grabed her pocket-knife out of the drawer. She lifted her shaky hand to her arm and began to cut.[/justify]
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The ebony black tom just frowned; those weren't the talents he was looking for. "How old are you, Gothamkit?" He grunted, spitting the kit's name out as if it were crowfood in his jaws. "Can you fight, or hunt?" The first tier rolled his eyes at the kit's last remark. "It doesn't matter if you don't eat 'much'. Food is food, and it's not to be wasted." Mercutio's half-tail lashed in annoyance.
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Mercutio stalked into the scene, his half-tail seeming to almost wag back and forth. "Mind if I join in?" He snickered, a small smirk on his features.
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[justify]Mercutio took his seat beside Inkpaw, his tail, or at least the half of it, curling to his side. "Who's next?" He gave a bit of a yawn, showing his saber-like fangs. [/justify]
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[justify]{ Sorry for taking so long! ;3; }
Mercutio sped at the snow leopard, paws churning up sand as the first tier dashed forward. Deciding to use the stinging desert soil as an advantage, the ebony black tom slid to a stop, aiming to shower sand all over the snow leopard's face and fur.[/justify]
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[justify]The first tier grunted as Frostedshadow managed a blow to his cheek that sent him skidding a few feet back. His rough, sandpaper-like tongue ran over the wound as he leapt at the sand blinded snow leopard, aiming to hook himself onto her scruff and clamber on her back, or at least rip his claws into her if he was flung off.[/justify]
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[justify]Another dull day in the desert sands, or was it? Mercutio was out in the territory, exploring the dunes when he came across a small dent in the sandy soil. The first tier sighed, but decided to check it out. He dug at the spot to reviel a whole load of catnip. Mercutio's frowning expression changed in a heartbeat; he was now displaying a confused smile. Why would anyone leave catnip out here? Maybe they were storing it for something. The ebony black tom wasn't quite sure exactly what it was supposed to do, only that it made cats crazy. He sniffed it catiously, a wonderful and addicting aroma filling his button-like nose. "Damn..." He muttered. This shit smelled good! He took a feeble bite, then another, and a few moments after that the whole load was half-way finished. Mercutio wobbled tipsily on his paws. This felt so wierd! "At least it tasted good." The first tier mumbled.[/justify]
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[justify]"Wha-?" Mercutio turned his head to see the doberman, and rolled his eyes. "Fucking stupid, eh?" He mumbled, his voice slurred and barely audible. "I'm not really in the mood for a fight, so I'mma blow this place." The ebony black tom started toward the way to camp, then fell flat on his face. He shook his void-like black pelt free of sand, then, grumbling something under his breath, continued to stumble off.[/justify]
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[justify]{ He's been played by the same person since he was created, which is me, DesperateMeasures. }
Mercutio's claws tore down the snow leopard's back as he eventually was sent flying into the sand. The first tier gave himself a second to recoil before lunging at Frosted's head, aiming to tear her ears.[/justify]
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[justify]Got any BloodClan kitties? That's the only clan cat I have right now, considering that I'm really new... -//shot[/justify]
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[justify]A gasp escaped his black muzzle as he stepped forward. His nimble paws lead him to Gothika's side and he looked straight at her, worry in his golden gaze. "What happened ...?! Gothika, are you okay?" Looking down at the dead feline's body, his gold orbs widened when he realised who it was. "Re-renegade..." His entire face seemed to almost pale. [/justify]
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[justify]He had sobered up a bit since his catnip adventure, but that wasn't to say he was completely in his right mind yet. Mercutio's pawsteps were unstable; no doubt better than before, but he was still a bit tipsy. The ebony black tom's slick dark fur seemed radiant against the waves of heat that fell through-out the boiling desert. "Gothika? You there?" He mewed after sniffing the air and getting a whiff of what seemed to be her scent.[/justify]
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[justify]The ebony black first tier stepped a few lengths away from the scene, before stuttering, "I ... I defend." He knew Gothika had some reasoning behind this. From what he knew, she wasn't some kind of traitor. Of course, that was from what he knew, and he had only known her ... what, four days?[/justify]