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[justify][font=georgia]SUNCLAN • NO KILL/CAPTURE • DIFFICULT
Bambi padded in, her mocha optics glinting warmly. The mute feline was so happy for the two, they made a lovely couple. Her fawn paws made not a single patter a she seated herself quietly.
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Bambi darted to the nearest Scarclanner. You mangy dogs! She sent out as a telepathic message.
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[justify][sub]Throwing herself into battle, a furious chocolate tortoiseshell point, also known as Crackedpaw, tore out a violent yowl. Ripping her claws out from their sheaths, the lithe and rather stylish Scarclan apprentice shook out her fur and scoured her gaze over the belligerent cats, her own vehemence beginning to form as she watched more and more blood spill around her. Shaking with newfound fury, she erupted forward, aiming to collide directly into Bambi and throw her off, oceanic eyes lit up with ferocity.
Banbi snarled, her mute voice slightly muffled. Swiping a paw aimed at crackedpaw's underbelly, the fawn girl managed to spin out if the way as Magni barreled into the opponent. She gave him a grateful glance then spun around to face another Scarclanner.
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Bambi felt she should not intrude in important businesses such as these. Boneclan didnt seem so bad, and the thought of an alliance appealed to her. Hopefully Permafrost would think the same and agree. Tail curled neatly over her paws, the fawn feline locked her bronze optics on the omen. It was rather unprofessional of them to not bring higher positions.
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Bambi trotted over, her tail waving at the prospect of mass training. Finally the hps had come to realize how much Sunclan was beginning to fall apart at the seams. Her mocha orbs locked on the Underboss as she did the same as the others. It felt slightly childish to form a line, but it wasn't that much of a problem. Claws sheathed, the fawn girl waited patiently until further instructions were given.
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Banbi perked her ears at the call for a hunting patrol. Wanting to be of assistance, the girl padded over. She watched as the others assembled and waited patiently for the patrol to start.
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Bambi followed close behind, her senses already kicking in. The mute feline flicked her ears at the sound of a dove crooning softly. Ironic how she always found the birds first.
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Bambi acknowledged the fellow slayer with a crisp nod, then began to slowly branch out of the formation. Her mocha optics immediately located the snowy dove, its eyes half closed in peaceful slumber. Perfect. The fawn feline began to slink up the birch tree, her paws hooking in deep to the tree trunk.
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Bambi was in the zone. All she could think of was getting that dove. As she maintained a steady crouch closer and closer, the dove blinked aoftly and crooned a tune. Sooner or later it might notice the hunter. As quick as a fox, the fawn feline darted forward and lashed out-pinning the dove down with a paw. Using her front teeth, Bambi nipped it from behind, letting it go limp. Quite elegantly, the slayer picked up her catch and nimbly dropped from the tree.
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Permission to absorb spirits?
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Track
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[is my charrie allowed to be here or only hps?]
Bambi caught the impressionist's look but ignored it. Personally, she felt Boneclan should be their allies. After all the more, the merrier. Yet she was still wary of sudden betrayal. Not every clan was all sweet and truthful, they had their secrets.
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Bambi met up with Magni and, with a quizzical look, made some paw gestures. Translation: Should I bury it or leave it here? On a normal occasion, the feline would bury her prey. But she was wary if the Silverbloods discontent and thought it better to ask.
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Bambi shot the Underboss a quizzical look. Really? But not wanting to disobey, the feline crouched low and raised her body high. She felt so stupid doing such ridiculous poses, but hey. She could already begin to feel her haunches burn as her muscles pulled then contracted.
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Bambi felt discontent rise in her slightly. She understood Permafrost was doing his job as Underboss, but this drill sergeant attitude was annoying. Thank goodness the feline was mute, ir she might have spoken out. No she had too much self control for that. Over time the fire in her haunches began to cease and she was gradually getting the rythmic motion of it.
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