Posts by ALEJANDRO.

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

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^{Heh, this is awkward. The tabby had felt bad for his apparent friend, even if the guy considered them friends more mutual though. That day about the MP3 players he'd promised on his last visit to the family to bring the tom one back. Also that weird Holiday a lot of clans celebrated for giving gifts was soon. So why not now.}

^{Ale was an awkward tom all together and Ballad most likely forgot about this by now, he was an important cat then again he probably needed some cheering up after his dads bash on him. And of course, Hazel had given Ale a weird decorated box that contained the leg strap and little MP3. Holding the bow thing in his jaws, it was a bit difficult to call out. [b]"Ballad? You... Around!?"}

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

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^{Spotting the feline, Ale couldn't help but feel a little more silly than this already was. Stepping a bit closer to drop the gift at the toms feet gently then taking back sitting. [b]"Well... It's an early... Christmas present." He was not positive that's what the holiday was called, and he wasn't entirely sure when the day was on but close enough.}

^{[b]"Open... It up." [/b]Motioning to the box all you had to do was cut it's ribbon and slip the top simple enough.}

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

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^{Spotting Nefarious then looking away, not disrupted at all by the felines presence Ale forgave and forgot easy so Nef was old news. Listenng to Jester then perking a little, setting up the tabby set off after the few running easily beside the few but a bit behind the larger cats.}

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

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^{A little smile built it's way up the very mutual tom's appearance, a rarity all in it's own. The smile was curt but genuine and stuck around a bit longer than most of his smiles. He was appreciative and a tad bit flustered by the deputies reaction which made a small wheezy chuckle emerge. [b]"I-i'm glad... You like it. My friend Apollo... Worked hard to get it." A grayish tail flickered up and down with pleasure then a surprised expression on the fellow tom's claim.}

^{"Something f-for me?" No one really ever gave him something, or showed him stuff. So the tabby was a bit frozen to the spot and very, very flattered. It was weird these feelings Ale never had them before so it was new and uncomfortable then again accepting.}

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

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^{It was too late for a gasp as a icy cold snowball nailed Ale square in the face, stumbling slightly then growling playfully as the snow flaked off. A daring gleam shot towards Jester the tabby ran off and took shelter behind a large boulder. And quickly set too work on a few snowballs. Piling them with satisfactory and using a quick jab.}

^{A snowball went flying at Jester's ears. [b]"Hope you enjoy frost... Bitten ears!" He teasingly swooned out then ducked down.}

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

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^{Glancing at the old thing, taking in the browned design and odd black tip. It was very strange? No peculiar was the word, and it captured images even more interesting. Stepping to inspect the image capture thing, soft lulling eyes peering over it and around it with awe.}

^{Whistling out. [b]"Whoa, this thing... Is very cool... Can you show me how it works?" Glancing up another little smile appearing by the prideful toms expression. The guy was pretty adorable so this was quite amusing for Ale.}

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

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^{Ale sniggered roughly, but broke out into coughs. Damn asthma was not fun in these situations. But it wore off quick springing a grayed head up sticking out a tongue playfully then mewling. [b]"Oh who, me?.... I dunno Jester. Who could it... Have been?" Quickly ducking back down as a snowball flew past.
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^{[size=30pt] Alejandro's Last Cigarette}

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^{[b]"It's called sugar... I've seen the cubed things in the Elite... But I agree with Nef don't go eating things when you have no clue what it is... Twolegs have some pretty dangerous stuff." Heafting out a deep voice pacing in scanning the area. "I've seen these before... Through my journey's around... The twolegs sleep in them and make a butt load of noise and stuff their faces."}

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

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^{[b]"Seems... Fun." Came a dulled tone as the three-legger easily slipped onto the ice. A purr roused from him. This feels just like my old home in Boneclan , the Ice skating parties, and fishing off the lake. Yea he was still pretty wobbly but he'd had a good amount of practice off old Boneclan's lake.}

^{Looking about and chuckling a tad when he watched the she-cat slip in. Letting out a quavery tone Alejandro couldn't help but add a pinch of laughter. "Good thing your safe Crystals, or you'd be swimming... With the fishes." With a small bout of sarcasm and a little glance at Ballad for the worry. He's too cool of a good guy.}

^{Continuing on and slipping around and sliding gleefully, the tabby spotted a little hole with a silver glimmer swinging through it's currents. A lovely little tail flickered out of the icy waters depths. Liking maw lines Ale creeped up gently not to slip or pound the ice alerting the animals of the deep. Smirking he sat soft Olive eyes watching expectantly and calmly.}

^{Then with a flick of water a trout sprung into the air and a blur of grey reached out on one hind leg snatching the large fish. Holding it steady the flopping ended happily the feline placed it down and waited for another gleam.}

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

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HOLY COW THIS IS SO LATE ;^;}

^{Soft eyes glanced then another smirk played on. Wow Ale believed he could get used to smiling around this fella. Deciding to be a little silly the tom trotted towards the camera and rested on the floor in a laying position sprawling out his one back leg and using his under right arm as a prop. A teasing smirk in place and a scoffing wheezy voice. [b]"This sexy enough?" Sneering lightly to the sarcasm.}

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

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<sup>Ale was a bit disrupted by Ballad's enthusiastic nod to his joke, his face grew a bit surprised. Had he taken me seriously and actually acknowledge that? That made suspicion rise on Ballad's thoughts of him. He had been raised with two fathers and no mother and that reaction may mean he's... Nah you're thinking a little too hopefully Ale.

Shaking it off quickly, the tabby struggled a bit but easily enough got back onto three legs. Hopping over a bit giddy too see the image, a bit close too Ballad but oh well Ale could care less on that note the guy was his pal and this was really cool. He watched quietly at the black blob on a white thing slowly faded into something more. Muttering out quietly.</sup>

^{[b]"Whoa...." A touch awe struck by the scene.}

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

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^{Ale was stunned he had forgotten that the camera was a gift for him. Pausing in silence staring at the mimicked image of himself. He couldn't believe Ballad was giving him something so special.}

^{No one had ever given the old bone lanner a gift, nor respect despite his Ill well. A calamity took over the tom a fitful smile instead of some lazy old smirk it was genuine. Glancing to the smaller tom olive eyes bright.}

^{Letting off a wheezy tone. [B]"I love it. Wow... Thank you Ballad this really means a lot... I promise to treasure this gift and its my first present ever received.." A thoughtful look was quietly placed on the camera.}

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

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^{He kept to the distraction of the gift gently taking the strap of it in his maw carefully balancing it, then looking back to the fellow male ears twiddling left to right a bit flustered but happy. Glancing toward the ground in a brief moment of shyness that took over he mewled through the strap. [b]"Oh and Ballad..."}

^{A heavier flush over took his cheeks, he'd never been so kind or interacted so much with one cat it was quite overwhelming for Ale. "M-merry late Christmas..." Leaning forward gently brushing the toms shoulder in a kindly gesture of 'thank you' with his nose. Sucking in air after a brief moment keeping his head down and backing away.}

^{Quickly spewing. "A-ah well I gotta go... Goodbye." Holding his gift firmly the lovely coated blue toned tabby, turned around and quickly limped off.}

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

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^{A small huff of acceptation to the newest deputy. The young tabby nodded his head slightly olive eyes blinking blankly to Nefarious but sparking slightly by the site of Ballad his good friend. He'd been pretty inactive lately, since his role player was a busy mo-fo. The three-legged tabby was glad Mirror had gotten the position, the tabby himself didn't personally know the fellow but heard a good bout of things on the gal.}

^{So he patted the ground for a round of applaud, Ale's throat kind of hurt that day anyway so it was better than nothing.}

^{[size=10][sup][color=teal] Run away! Run away! I'm no good for you. [/fancypost][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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^{Dulled eyes blinked non-contingently at the announcement. It sounded like an idea to him, Alejandro was rarely ever seen around the place anymore besides winning a high position or at least a semi-hp sounded very interesting and could win him some respect from Nefarious who thought he was as useless as a kit just for a missing leg and wheezy breaths. Alejandro was perfectly healthy besides those two factors neither would kill him and it didn't affect him fighting or hunting. After moons of training with a missing leg and saggy breath it was really second nature now.}

^{Flickering his ears back Ale flushed gently, it would be nice to impress Ballad or at least win a prize for attempting because the competing few we're quite more eligible than he. But at this Ale could prove to be of worth and that would be enough.}

^{#tomscontestalejandro}

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

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^{Alejandro had been flicking dirt off the hedges of his whiskers around the training oak he'd made for himself just outside of camp. Ale was never one to take interest in she-cats or even toms but he'd been in a relationship with a she-cat and tom before at the same time it was awkward but intensifying besides that was in his old kit-hood, not now as an adult. But like a ravenous smack to the face the smell caught his attention quick. Hell that's strong! Grumbling pissed by instincts for in honest the blue tabby wasn't one to care for mating or this scent but curiosity beat out logic.}

^{Pacing over quickly with a limp like strut but not much affected from the missing leg. Hazey eyes glanced towards the group, pinpointing the she-cat and tuning to the conversation. "Ah the weekly thing... Don't worry it's natural for all... Girls. It just means you're... Maturing into more of a-a lady than a ch-child." How the tabby knew this? He had two sisters growing up in Boneclan I mean come on it was pretty damn awkward but now it just didn't even bother him.}

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

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^{The sleeping tom in the above attic window was shaken awake by the pounding and commotion below the steps. Awakened rudely, and wheezing out a sight the tom pulled out from the old torn sheets and popped open the door sliding down the ladder and quickly entering the hall towards the commotion. Peering in with weary-sleep deprived eyes. "Damn I thought an elephant went parading through here... Ugh."}

^{Taking a seat wearily listening to the gibberish chatter commenting. "Weird dream I must say..." Yawning noiselessly and rubbing an eye. "So any plan on keeping the noise... Too a minimum?"
#tomscontestalejandro}

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

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^{Herb hunting? Pondering gently a lump of grey fur moved sluggishly but hopped up onto three legs and the decision was set. Snuffling slightly his senses a bit clogged, the weather and his stupid asthma was getting him this year. Maybe some fresh smelling herbs could clear the felines senses he did enjoy the leafy plants and his brother Xerxes medicine cat of Cryptclan, had taught him every herb around especially for coughs or congestion. Mewling heavily. "I'll join in, too."}

^{#tomscontestalejandro}

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

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^{Soft eyes blinked quietly the now larger three-legged fellow limped up to the border quietly. The presence in the air was really, different? Last time he'd visited was four moons ago after the announcement of his fathers death and he'd heard Boneclan was now Cryptclan a bunch of savage cannibals. Oh well his family still abode here, just because a few changes we're made didn't mean he would love it any less. Holding a bag at the jaws and placing them down and sitting quietly near-by he awaited for a passing patrol to arrive for him to get permission. Maybe Ale would spend the night it would be fun too see everyone again.}

^{#tomscontestalejandro}

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

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^{A soft awkwardly struggled giggle emitted from the usually emotionless tom, but the site of everyone was really cute by how warming they we're to the kit. I'm really sweetening up to this place, I've been here for only 6 moons now but wow. Limping quickly over a relaxed expression in place the young Blue silver tabby situated himself into a comfy sitting position. And doing as the others did. "Nice too meet... You Moon i'm Alejandro's last Cigarette... But fellows call me Alejandro or Ale for short." Wheezing out each breath but a kindly feel to every syllabus.}

^{#tomscontestalejandro}

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