Posts by Mizuka

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Mizuka glanced at the water, fear flashing quickly through his warm brown eyes. "No thanks. I think I'll stay out here with Ragestorm," he replied, sounding uneasy. He would at least stay to keep an eye on Daisypaw. Though he had no intentions of going in the water himself, the trainee knew Daisy would want to swim.

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It had been the arguing that had caught Mizuka's attention. Ever since his accident with the river, he hadn't quite been smelling right. Now that the weather was getting colder, it was worse. When he heard the angry voices, worry pierced his heart that a fight would happen. Trotting towards the frustrated tones, the German shepherd arrived just behind Nicole. "Anything I can help with?" he woofed, concern lighting up his warm brown eyes.

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Mizuka smiled. "I have been told I'm naturally very warm," he replied. The dog moved towards the pup in an attempt to press his flank to hers. He was large, though, and unfamiliar, so the trainee half expected Stella to jump away from him. He would've, and probably had done the same thing when he had first joined.

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Mizuka looked at Dodger and nodded. He definitely trusted the eagle to take care of the pup on her trip back to ScarClan. "I'll follow underneath you. If your wings get tired, I can carry her the rest of the way on my back," he suggested, not knowing how much an eagle could carry or for how long. "Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I've run in your shadow, Dodger," he added with a grin, referencing the time he had circled out with the eagle in search of a clanmate.

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Mizzy's brown eyes found Dodger in the corner, and a mischievious grin played across his face. "You've got to have some moves, Dodgy. Something with your wings. Show us what you can do!" he woofed, sliding sideways to the bird of prey while doing a shoulder-dip to accent his moves.

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If one listened closely, they could hear paws pounding on the ground in the distance. Maybe even hear the sound of a young dog's tongue flapping in the breeze as it lolled out of his mouth. "I'll come, DAAAAAADDDY!" was heard as a shrill bark in the distance. Oh great. Mizzy was in one of those moods again. His awkward, strangely affectionate, somewhat insane and overly happy moods. As the trainee's paws skimmed the ground, he gained tremendous momentum. And all of that was heading straight for Vita. As he neared his father, the German shepherd leapt for him, aiming to crash into his side. What in the name of Abbaddus had gotten into the dog today?

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Mizuka nodded. "We do, don't we?" he replied, grinning. "I'm ready when you are." The trainee's next comment was directed at Stella, his eyes softening when he looked at the sick pup. "We'll have you safe and warm in no time, Stella."

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And they totally should xD

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A grin plastered itself to Mizzy's face. "Way to go, Dodger!" he woofed, his fur being blown back slightly by the Dodgenado. The trainee would've tried something similar, but he didn't have wings and trying to spin around quickly would most likely end with him falling. So he settled with watching and cheering on the eagle.

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Mizuka padded up, stopping beside Daisypaw, letting his flank touch hers. He didn't know Februarylove well, but Daisypaw did. The dog smiled at Daisy, touching her ear with his nose, then looked at her half-sister. "We can't stop you from leaving," he began, then cast a glance at Breakdance and gave a small chuckle. "Well, at least, I can't. But you will be missed, no doubt. And it's not like you're leaving forever. So all I can do is wish you good luck." If she wanted to, the advisor could probably find a way to stop her daughter. But Mizzy knew Breakdance wouldn't. It wouldn't be right.

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Mizzy took a step back. "if you're gonna get sick, don't get sick on me. If anything, get sick on Dodger. Feathers are easy to clean, right?" he barked, a humored gleam in his eyes as he glanced at Dodger.

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Yay, I got a 8D Face! xD

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Does Dodger have a roommate? I've been looking to find Mizzy one but I don't want to have some random clan member he's never met knowing where he sleeps. No murdering my Mizzykins

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Miz grinned. "Well, then, empty your stomach out that window," he told Husher, pointing to the window where all the females gathered that had a lovely view of the ground. Mischief gleamed in his eyes as he watched the hyena spin around.

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Mizuka trotted up to his wolfy friend and gave him a nudge with his shoulder. "Congratulations, Dodge," he whisper, eyes gleaming. "You'll do great." He sat down beside the canine, flashing a smile at Daisypaw.

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Mizzy grinned and paw-fived the wolf. Dodger was definitely one of his coolest friends. The trainee smiled, looking around the rest of the crowd.

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The feline didn't have to wait long for her date to make an appearance. Large paws touching to the ground more daintily than usual, the big trainee wanted to make sure he wouldn't splash mud all over himself and track it onto the lovely fabric Daisypaw had chosen. He scented the she-cat before he saw her, and a warm smile plastered itself to his face even then.

Brown eyes gleaming, the German shepherd was finally within talking distance. "Good day, ma'am. A beautiful young lady such as yourself shouldn't be out here alone," he said, keeping his voice low and smooth. "How about we change that?" Mizzy sat down on the fabric, smiling at Daisypaw. "You look lovely," he woofed. "I dare say even lovelier than these exquisite dining selections. But for a creature as beautiful as yourself, it should be easy to outpace others." Mizuka was certainly in a romantic mood tonight.

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Mizuka was the next to show, standing near Grym and Nicole. "Would it be inappropriate to have brought snacks to eat while watching some major butt-kicking?" he whispered, eyes intent on the brewing battle. He had no doubts that the two ScarClanners could take on this God. And quite frankly, he was sick of having a constantly drenched pelt and avoiding the river like it was the plague.

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The dog ran up and down the field, adjusting something at one end first, and then running to the other side to fix something else. He seemed to be digging up the ground in some sort of line going across both ends of the mostly-flat area. It appeared he was sectioning off a bit of the field for each end. In fact, that's exactly what Mizzy was doing.

The German shepherd had been bored, which is almost never a good thing. Wandering about the castle, he had found an old black-and-white ball sitting in a dusty corner. Observing the ball had reminded Mizuka of a ball his mother had told him about. A black and white ball that twolegs kicked around for fun. They had large nets they tried to kick it in and one of their furless buddies would try and stop it. The story had given the canine an idea to hold his own game of... Oh, what had she called it?

Soccer! That was it! "Hey, everyone! I have a game to try out! It's called soccer!" he barked, hoping that someone would respond to his summon. He didn't want to sit in the middle of his soccer field with only an old, dusty ball for company.

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Am I the only one wondering why Miz hunted down and murdered so many fluffy animals?

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Mizuka looked at Kazkan. "Hungry for a squirrel?" he whispered, shoving one of the furry brown creatures towards the tiger. Mizzy had indeed brought snacks to munch while watching an entertaining battle. "I've got some mice or rabbits if the tree-climbers don't suit your fancy," he added. The trainee had brought as much as he could carry, which was a fairly impressive stockpile of several kinds of prey.

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Mizuka smiled. "Soccer is a game that twolegs play! They take a ball like this one," the trainee tapped his ball as he spoke, "And kick it around with their big feet. There are two groups of them and one of them tries to make into the other group's goal. But there's also a Goal Guarder who stands in front of the goal and tries to stop the ball from going in." The dog tried to explain the sport the best he could witht he knowledge his mother had gifted him with.