Posts by ALEJANDRO.

^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Huffing lightly from the effort of having to literally run over here when a few cats had muttered about an announcement. Man it sucked having three legs and shizzy asthma. Panting gently glassy olive eyes brimmed with a piece of emotion called sadness hearing the announcement of shower's death it hurt to even think about it. But then a small smile escaped his lips for his friend Ballad's promotion.}

^{Letting on the most powerful voice his scratchy throat would allow. [b]"CONGRATULATIONS.. BALLAD!" That was the biggest rarity ever from Alejandro he'd never raised his voice above a murmur before and so it was pretty surprising. Pacing forward spotting his little sister Secrets a grunt escaping the grey tabby which was a playful one. "Secrets.. Get down silly.." Heaving out.}

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[align=center][sup][font=trebuchet ms]Medium-Hard - Tribe Of Many Storms - Disabled by missing leg & asthma - No powers - No kill - No capture - No serious injury}

^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{A coolly but heavy breathed asthmatic voice aroused, as a lovely grey and white coated tabby entered in. [b]"Nefarious there's a time to be.... Impatient and bossy... And there's a time to set an example.. Cool off she was waiting for you to say... 'lets go'." The three legged tom stated quietly dull Olive eyes's blinking to the Snow leopard large animals didn't intimidate him, but when cats we're so pushy it annoyed him a titch but not much.}

^{So he decided to use his wise instincts and help the gal with her pushy problem, Power and Pride was a sin yet again a virtue dependent on it's uses. Stating with a heaving tone that almost sounded painful to speak in, and limping over in heafty thumps. "I'll join as well.... I just finished patrolling... And helping the kits clean up."}

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[align=center][sup][font=trebuchet ms]Medium-Hard - Tribe Of Many Storms - Disabled by missing leg & asthma - No powers - No kill - No capture - No serious injury}

^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{The tom didn't even blink when the wildcat got furious. All he had said was settle down and to stop being impatient nothing less nothing more. Beside's when others gave him temper Ale wouldn't give the cat the satisfaction of it in return. But what irratated him more was when the guy had the nerve to point out his disabilities in walking and wheezy breath.}

^{The leg did interfere with performance the Asthma just his voice. But he'd excersized a well trained body to live without a leg. [b]"I can do fine... Thank you." Stating softly with none emotional gaze then standing up happy to see his friend Ballad at least and limping closer. When he walked it limped but Ale could run like any other cat could.}

^{"Are we leaving, or what?" Sending a glance to the Snow leopard repeating the edgy words once spoken by the larger mammal himself.}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{[b]"I asked if we we're leaving to hunt, I know we're out of... Camp but like you... Just complained about I was asking... Them to move along." Testing out the Leopard's choice in words he didn't care much for a feline like this, sometimes it was just fascinating to piss other's off and stay absolutely unaffected this was why a lot of Boneclanners back at home got irritated with him.}

^{Then that look shot towards his friend, and deputy made the grey and blue tom tense. This cat had no respect for other's and that's what made this odd feeling of annoyance prick each little fur fragment on him. It was an unusual feeling but this wildcat had a lot of nerve and acted like they were head honcho and everyone else was just odd and rude.}

^{Oh well ignore it Ale, they are of no use to your time if they simply won't understand your point. Turning soft olive eyes to the snowy scene, soft pink nose scenting the air gallantly of any on coming or hide away creatures. Lowering down sniffing the earth quietly then ear's pricked to a stand still. A mole 1 feet under soon to surface for food three fox lengths ahead.}

^{Slowly and gently testing his footing and smoothly sliding against the frosty grasses a missing leg actually made it easier to slide just harder to balance weight. Breathing through his nose not to make any hissing noises by throat the tom felt the earth and sniffed on towards the round almost like a police dog would, searching for hidden victims.}

^{Spotting the hole and pausing if correct the small creature would be popping up soon. Waiting quietly then eyes training on and into the darkness while a small pink nose poked out from the blackness then a whole brown head. Quickly using one paw to dig the top part of the dirt and the other to slam on the prey's head and daze the sorry fellow.}

^{It squeaked in shock then froze easily by that flexing claws sprung out and dug into the furry creatures back pulling it out. Not to let it scream for it would alert all the prey around. Ale quickly ended it's misery by a clean nip to the neck. Lifting the fatty creature out from the undug earth. Pacing forward with muddy paws.}

^{Unlike the others who dug it out in the open he found a small brillo bush and dug a hole there and buried the heavy creature under the dirt once more. SIghing lightly pacing over to the group and taking a seat top wipe the mud away the trails would give off a heavier scent of them so it was best to get rid of it before the small creatures got smart.}

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[align=center][sup][font=trebuchet ms]Medium-Hard - Tribe Of Many Storms - Disabled by missing leg & asthma - No powers - No kill - No capture - No serious injury}

^{[b][size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{This sounded like a handsome Ally to keep around, even to Ale this sounded like a very good partnership between the Toms and this Opium Nation. Limping in quietly, olive opticals flashing slightly as his interest played out openly to the others. His opinions would usually be tumbling from his mouth since well Alejandro was known to speak his mind but there was no argument.}

^{And at the time no hope since the leader Calla looked quite pleased, so this allie ship was pretty much destined for at the moment. The three legged gorgeous coated tabby, simply watched with an intent and intense yet dull gaze of dark greyed green.}

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^{[b][size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Ale gave a pitiful glance to the scenery before him and just quietly watched the scene go by as a heavy rabbit was held limply in the olive eyed tabbies pale grey-blue jaws.}

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[align=center][sup][font=trebuchet ms]Medium-Hard - Tribe Of Many Storms - Disabled by missing leg - No powers - No kill - No capture - No serious injury}

^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Nefarious, had no sympathy or respect for this death did he. Oh well Ale wasn't going to get himself mixed in with that Snow leopard at the moment, it was just no time to screw around with the guy. But instead he gave a respectful bow to the corps a small hint of emotion sadness for the loss of probably a very good Stormtriber who had died.}

^{It was a shame to see such youth like this, then again it was out of anyone's paws to handle. [b]"Farewell... I never knew you... But I pay my deepest respects... And pray for your journey to be in luxury and freedom for your hard works... Be at peace in Cusuns realm."}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{The lovely framed male pondered over, soft round three paws pacing the earth suckishly at an annoying limp. He spotted his friends Ballad and Karelia and quickly took a seat by the two a now emotionless gaze filled with undying sympathy for the two and their father.[b] "I-I apologise deeply for you're lost... May sir Gamzee rest is peace."
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[align=center][sup][font=trebuchet ms]Medium-Hard - Tribe Of Many Storms - Disabled by missing leg - No powers - No kill - No capture - No serious injury}

^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Ale scampered in with dirt covering his pelt and a two squirrels held by the tails in his jaws. The young three legged tabby had been doing exercises alone as usual since well no one had taken the tom on as a trainee and he had academic skills like any other regular Stormtriber. So easily he had made it up the ranks away from apprenticeship to this all by himself the tom worked hard even with a disability.}

^{It wasn't so difficult to do things with a missing leg anymore it had been like this since he had been 3 moons old getting attacked by that ravenous Scarclanner and a shredded leg became the outcome of it. Asthma, didn't really affect him just speech. Limping over dropping off the squirrels then the gal Crystal's voice caught his attention he eavesdropped on the explanation and came in at the end.}

^{Heaving heavily in a deep voice. [b]"I thi-think... That's a wondrous idea... Adventurous and could get a few minds off the difficult stuff going on." He didn't intentionally mean towards his poor leader, which of course was given a sympathetic glance but to everyone whom had been affected by all the pain that week.}

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[align=center][sup][font=trebuchet ms]Medium-Hard - Tribe Of Many Storms - Disabled by missing leg - No powers - No kill - No capture - No serious injury}

^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{That sparked the three legged toms attention, greened eyes shooting a glance at Nefa he didn't necessarily despise the guy just liked to piss him off was all. Standing up from the spot he had been fixing a moss ball for the kits at the nursery it had been finished so it was probably time to stretch a bit stating out monotony but of course with that annoying wheeze.}

^{[b]"I'll be... Joining along then."}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Ale held no hatred towards the tom, but the Leopard did for him. Oh well Ale would be the better tom and brush it off besides it still was pretty fun making the guy tick over the stupidest of things. It was annoying how he always annotated him as the 'sickly boy' though. Asthma did not kill you or was it contagious and a missing leg wasn't a sickness just a disability. But why not the large feline could believe what ever he wanted.}

^{And thought that uy held hatred, Ale just held mutuality and spoke calmly. [b]"Congratulations..." The guy did deserve it he was quite active.}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Ale had been nearby uprooting his several hidden prey spots from earlier in the days hunting routine but was distracted by a very familiar scent of his good friend Ballad. Springing up at the call of a patrol he had followed behind them long enough to catch the story. Letting on a monotone yet hacy voice. [b]"I'll be... Joining along... As well."}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Ever since he had found his little sister secrets curled up in the snow on the mountain capes. The tom had a soft spot for babies of any sorts they just made the tabby melt. And by the cries of newborn pups, and Nefarious deep voice the to had followed it and entered the clearing. Hearing the Leopards call he nodded in agreement a little giddy for such cute new members but Ale would never admit to this weakness for all that was given on his face was an expressionless grim line. [b]"I'll... Help."}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Greyed olive eyes blinked momentarily what was up with this scene, why was this weird serval her- Oh it's Preposterouslie must of had a body switch. And that look why was it so depressing that wasn't like the ole' aunt preppy he knew. Limping over soft eyes and lovely build much like his own fathers. And at the mentions of Iceking, and Lovino his gay parents. Something bad. It made a small fear wedge itself in his gut. It was the one thing and only ting Ale truly cared about was his family.}

^{Stepping closer and taking a seat almost face to face with the serval a serious expression in place as those dull eyes now shone with worry. [b]"Prep... What do you mean bad news about... My dads?" And then a suck-in of air and a bow of the head. "Grandpa... Is dead? I had... No clue..."}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{[b]"Papa..." The words this time we're not wheezy but choked as the grey tom stared a gape unbelieving. His real dad Lovino dead, and Ice? How could this be... Why had Kiami been so cruel for Ale to deserve this Ale tried to excell like his siblings, showed the world how much better he could even with a missing leg. How un-useless Ale was hadn't he? No he'd always be useless to the eyes of everyone, even his brothers and sister. Lov had been the only one to give the once young kitten courage of a new life even without a leg. But the whole world crashed before him. Seeing the rose the toms eyes sprung with tears and with a shaky maw gently took it.}

^{It had been the gift given to Iceking when he became their dad's boyfriend and the farewell to his dad Lovino when Ale left for Toms. Heaving and shaking olive eyes filled with dread and sadness. "Th-thank you.... P-prep.. I-I want... T-To be alone n-now." He couldn't help but gasp at the last part and a few tears sprung freely this was too much agony to bear this was just like when his leg was ripped off, being a trainee was ruined, being the strongest and eldest of the litter ruined, whole world crashing except four thousand times worse. It was just like his leg, something he would never get back a piece of him gone and destroyed.}

^{Turning away from the group hiccuping hiding away his face, the young Stormtriber held the rose close and mopily but quickly left the area. He didn't want to breath, see, talk, or hear. Was this Kiami's punishment for me ever leaving Boneclan?}

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^{[b][size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Soft Olive eyes blinked brightly at the site of his brother, the tabby limped forward taking a cozy seat beside his friend Ballad and a small smirk in place at the site of his younger brother Xerxes. The tom seemed to be doing well off and still had that goofy accent and tone. Oh Xer. But quietly he watched and was almost doing a 'yes!' but stopped it when Calla had agreed, even though it almost sounded reluctant but it would be a good alliance any other way.}

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^{[b][size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Ale had been close by feeling the tenseness of this air and the saying from the apparent 'former deputy' it had sparked the young tabbies interest and the site of a shocked Ballad fretted him. Pacing over quickly and sitting beside his friend Ballad a little worried then looking back on to the situation, and how it would be handled.}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Yawning slightly dulled eyes blinking at the thunderous yet fnny sounding call for a snow ball fight. Now here was one side of Ale that kicked in, the kitten within. Springing up on three legs the tom was over in an instant a bit of an interested gleam. The tom mewled up aloud as possible for his heaving voice was difficult to use.}

^{[b]"I'm in!"}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Twolegs eh? The young tabby used to have a friend in Boneclan who claimed he used to be a twoleg that had turned into a cat. SO this might be interesting. Limping up beside his friend Ballad the lovely coated tom tilted a head towards the wildcat.[b] "Sounds... Fascinating." He spoke heavily but with slight passion.}

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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{Ale had to hold back a remark of disapproval to the leader for spitting off his son like nothing. That was seriously harsh. And Ballad was his only friend, well he highly doubted Ballad considered them friends merely acquaintances. Still the tom was the first not to belittle him with his dysfunctional body, and the tome really worked hard. Sending a sympathetic glance to the exiting feline he glanced back nodding in approval for the snow leopard.}

^{Maybe that present I promised him will cheer Ballad up. [b]"Congratulations!"}

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