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Hey, note about lack of posts this week I have finals till thursday.
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Posts by GRAVES!
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I just come home and open up this thread to find...salt[justify]
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I don't have much free time this week but I can manage a single thread if anyone wants one.Note that I will probably only do about 2-3 paragraphs a post.
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Graves was having a nice time wandering around through the camp, adding to his odd herb collection before blazeheart's yell interrupted him. His head snapped up, ears swiveling Yes, Finally something that pertains to something I actually enjoy! the tom thought as he padded over."Here," Graves said lowly, he thought in his arrogance that he was better than every cat here (besides the medicine cats themselves, of course) there is no way he could make a fool out of himself.
// did this on my cell phone ignore any grammar/formatting errors, just consider this a track post.
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Graves is p satly truth be heard.
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Graves caught Dotties call with a flick of his large oversized ears, tilting his head to the right as he thought about doing a task, pressing his paws against the beaten down dirt as he got up. Blinking, the tomcat took a moment to stop and yawn, front legs extending before himself as the shorthair engaged in a full body stretch.
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heartchart open!@Cautions, That sounds more like something Graves would do! He could pretend not to care but actually want to find out.
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hey, just a note I wont be able to post at all the rest of this week.
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Graves was wandering around through Stormclan before a nearby scent crossed his nose and interrupted him. His head snapped up, whiskers quivering and ears swiveling as he took a deeper whiff; the skin above his nose crinkling. Stranger? He thought as he padded over,"Who's this?" The savannah asked bluntly, nodding his head towards the kit.
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Graves x Five solid blocks of salt
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https://vine.co/v/OwdiLgjPg1PI think this cat is the real life equivalent to graves
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Warm-black paws pressed against the beaten down dirt of stormclan's camp as the young domestic crawled through the evergreens slickly carrying a small trout in his jaws, even though he wasn't the most sociable cat did not mean that he shirked his duties. Blinking, Graves took a moment to stop and yawn after he placed his catch in the pile, front legs extending before himself as the warrior engaged in a full body stretch.
Looking around to see who was mulling around he was supprised to see he only recognized a few of them "Greetings," he said in his low voice, words rolling off of his tongue skillfully.
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He eyed the other cat, wary about its many robotic attachments. This strange-stranger was definitely part of stormclan, but the scent smelled a bit off. The inviting tone of his voice and friendliness seemed odd for a cat who looked like an evil duplicate. Well, it's not that he hadn't seen weirder "cats" in this clan.
"...Greetings 'Fright-Fur'," He said clearing his throat, then curling his thin black tail around his front paws as he walked over in trudge. "Graves...pleasure." he introduced.
"I don't think I've seen you around?" He said as he took another glance at the serval and surveyed its body noting the collar Is it some kind of giant kitty-pet?
// hey! I remember him from coloured clan
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Yes hello, black and green checking in haha
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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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I have a busy schedule with 4h so I'll probably post in burst at least every week for a little bit but I'll be active :)
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This is the saltiest clan there is, so if you think your salty too, you'll fit right in B)I was trying to catch up and I can't find the context for this one, who joined?
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Oh, someone coming to break his boredom? His yellow eye bore a slight frown as he looked for a moment—It was as he feared. He hadn't been introduced to any of the cats he saw in front of him. It was the commander along with a fox and cat he couldn't quite place. The domestic greeted them all with a blank look as he scoped them out.[i]Oh, so this "serval" was some sort of colouredclan talking head[/i] and not only that, he was bragging about it. He was openly muttering about it to a stranger like he was quirky apprentice who wanted attention.
Looking away he noticed the second cat looked shockingly like him: Same black fur, oriental, green eyes. ... only if graves had been thrown in a radioactive bear den a few more times than necessary. His interest was definitely piqued to say the least.
It oozed some sort of toxic-coloured substance (not that graves could see the colour green), it's body was sliced and showed gelatinous flesh but no blood dripped from its appalling wounds. In his first opinion Graves had a more than just a friendly interest in Sier's body, more in terms of "subject" or "experiment" than clanmate.
"...Yes,yes... greetings" he dismissed absentmindedly as he surveyed Seir.
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Graves showed up to the meeting suspiciously late, his ears were good enough that he had heard the announcements but chose not to sit down.Ah, yes finally, people that he knew were being promoted, though it did confuse him that Aurouradweller was demoted as he had only met the tom a handful of times and wasn't aware of his problems. "Congratulations" He called, proud for the two new assistant deputies.
//I never check stickies ;(
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Graves padded up to the small gathering slowly, he was no fighter but he wasn't the most diplomatic either. He only fought as much as he needed to get by, he didn't have any fancy apprentice clan training or truthfully any training at all. All that he relied on was his desperation and self-preservation for defense if he got in a fight in the wilds (which he usually lost).Herbs were something Graves knew very well, but of course like fighting he had nothing but the skills he had learned as a loner and a streetcat but herbs he had picked up on much better than he did combat. Though he was no expert on the clans spirituality, though he doubted that they would even allow a mixed-blood like him do it.
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