Posts by Riptide Amarna

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  • Gimmie gimmie gimmie || open, TC warrior on border

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 100px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]The russet tom dipped his head to the other cat. "HawkClan thanks you for your invitation. I can't speak for Noirstar on whether or not we'll attend, but I think our presence, or lack of, will let you know what we decide." He replied amiably. Despite the smile, this guy seemed like he'd done hundreds of these invitations today.


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  • Angels dancing with a mortal, a sin {P/Effy} giant born within a woman's womb

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 550px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]"Nothing.." he mused, in a falsely pensive tone. Why the fuck was he in such a good mood? He should be feeling like shit right now, but for whatever reason, an aura of contentment pervaded his attitude. He felt like he was probably being annoying to the wistful she-cat, but he also felt as though he didn't really care if that was the case. She'd just have to deal with his annoyingness, then, because he'd decided to plop himself down beside her and that was where he'd stay, for now. Until she got tired of him and chased him off like a flock of seagulls.


    The overtly happy community was one thing that he supposed possibly could have kept his attitude in the spirit that it was currently in, but he doubted it. An overtly happy community was probably one thing that Riptide detested. There was nothing wrong with happy, but there was something wrong with perpetually happy. It was downright unnatural. So many of them just bounced around, flaunting their good morals and cheery attitudes like a brand new set of shoes. "I'd never hurt another cat!" and "HawkClan shouldn't raid others, it's just wrong." were a few of the phrases that really set his blood boiling. Their inability to even think for themselves was infuriating; it was if somebody had told them that this was how a pro-clan should behave, and they hadn't stopped to even consider it. Then, there were the ones that were the opposite of that -- the inherently bitchy ones who pretended to be above it all. Like that one cat, who'd gone through like three names before after she'd joined -- Lisa? Lacey? Ebony? Who knew what she was called these days.


    Obviously, Patchheart was lying to him. Why did everybody do that? Many of them acted as if he couldn't handle the truth, or would begin to bounce around camp with his mouth flapping open, brandishing their secrets as shiny new gossip. He knew that the two of them hadn't ever talked before in their lives, but to Riptide that was no reason at all not to trust him. He wanted to play therapist, why wouldn't they let him? "Nothing." he repeated, gazing at her steadily. "Okay, well, if it's nothing, why does it look like nothing is bursting at the seams to be spoken of?"


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  • LUCIIIIII I'M HOOOOOME. activity check

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 140px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]Riptide yawned tiredly and sat down in a heap around the others, his eyes half-narrowed with sleep. He'd been at the beach all night and all of today, attempting to fish -- and failing. The only results of his efforts were tiredness and frustration. Nevertheless, he gazed at Noir with a content expression. Fishing had sucked, but at least it had been somewhat entertaining.


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  • Time is so short [private] don't you think

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 530px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]"If I see that fucker on the battlefield, I'm taking his life." he rumbled darkly. It didn't matter that Lancelot had multiple lives, Riptide would take one.


    "You say it like pro-clans are terrible," he murmured as a little side-comment. They were, and they weren't -- occasionally Riptide wished he'd gone somewhere else, somewhere that he could move on to bigger and better things, but he was here now. Proclan for life, right?


    Her soul was to be shattered? Lancelot truly was a huge fucking dick. She'd never be able to return, to him, to anybody. Gone forever, pieces of her soul tossed wherever throughout the world. No more Edge except for in fragmented memories that faded over time and were scattered by newer memories to take their place. Her words jolted him from his melancholy thoughts like a punch in the gut. "You can do that?" he asked with incredulity. Weren't leaders the only ones to have multiple lives? He opened his mouth to refuse, tell her to keep them, until the irony of the situation hit him. What point would there be in having her keep them? Her soul was going to be shattered, and he wanted her to politely hold onto her lives, as if she'd be able to use them later. So, instead, he kept his mouth shut. "I accept. I won't let him leave." he promised. It's not like he would anyway. The very idea that he'd have to give up some of his babies, his life and blood and the last remaining piece of Edge there would ever be in the world was bad enough, but the fact that they were going to Loki made him wanted to rip himself in two and bleed away into nothingness. It physically hurt to think about, that that slimy son of a bitch was going to be raising his children to hate their true father and all that he stood for. Riptide had half a mind to slaughter Loki almost all the time on one of his docile days, and the thought was only exacerbated by this painful plan.


    "Edge.. I'm sorry. I wish things could have been different... Just, I can't stand that they're going to the Civil. I can't imagine Loki even being remotely father-like." he said, his tone turning venemous as he continued on with the sentence.


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  • it doesn't count if you don't give something away [o, dropping off civil kits]

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 450px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]This hurt like nothing he'd ever felt -- worse than his father's death, or his sister's. Worse than learning of Edge's. These were his children. He'd made them, they were his blood, and now they were going to be raised by one of his enemies. Not just an enemy, one of people in the world that Riptide detested the most. Loki. It was a slippery, deceitful name, and his babies would associate it with the word father, with the love and glow and affection that was also pegged on to the title. It was sickening.


    But, what choice did he have? He couldn't show up at HawkClan with an entire litter of kittens. It would be too suspicious. Instead, he and Edge had had to split their litter up. Some to HawkClan, some to the Civil. Deciding which would go where was equally as painful. Riptide set the pair of bundles down on a soft bed of moss surrounded by tall grasses. Both small and wriggling and adorable -- a cream mink tomcat blotched with white, and a beautiful dark russet colored she-kit, who had a sparse coat.


    Deciding how to mask his scent had been interesting. He easily could have rolled in crushed pine needles or catmint or even something less appealing like fox dung, but Riptide had chosen neither of those things. Instead, he'd spent a solid three days out by the sea until the sea was his scent. He smelled like the fresh ocean breezes that rolled and spun off the cresting waves, and the chilled salt spray and the winds from faraway lands, the fresh crisp air. The smell lingered around the kittens as Riptide licked each of their delicate heads in turn and, steeling his nerves, turned away. The ocean smell was a message to Loki, who would hopefully have enough sense to understand it and then keep his mouth shut. Before any patrols could find him, the large russet tomcat was gone.


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  • someday i'll be coming home [open, riptide brings his kits home]

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]A grim mood didn't even cut it. Internally, Riptide was half beside himself with grief -- over his past, the future, the mistake he knew he'd just made but couldn't fix even if he'd wanted to. Those kits would grow up hating him, and there was no way to prevent it.


    He came to a slow stop in HawkClan's sheltered camp, gently setting the kits down. Three beautiful, flawless little creatures. There should be five. Two were lost to the Civil. Riptide had made sure to cleanse them of any scent that may reveal where they'd come from, but he still worried that it wasn't enough. It was sad, that he wouldn't even be able to call these his own -- but at least they would be with him. Better than with Loki. He breathed a sigh of relief, allowing himself a moment of relaxation. He'd safely delivered the others, and now he was home, with his kits! The future didn't seem so dark after all.


    ooc. these are the kits from the riptide x edge litter. your character can ask where they came from, but they cannot know that they belong to riptide or edge or that their siblings are in the civil


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  • someday i'll be coming home [open, riptide brings his kits home]

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 200px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]Riptide looked down at the rambunctious little bundle, opening his mouth, but no words came out. He was about to deny that he was the father, tell the kit not to call him "Daddy", but for whatever reason he remained silent. How much could it hurt? Akhenaten had let him and his sister call him father, why couldn't Riptide do the same? He looked back up at Tristen and Hollyburst, feeling a swell of pride that he knew he'd have to disown to keep the facade up. "They were crying just beyond the border. Mother must have been taken or run off or something because her scent was long faded." Riptide replied, glancing back down at them. "I'm going to try and raise them." he said.


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  • BRING ME TO LIFE ... OPEN

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 300px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]Riptide padded to the scene slowly, wearing a displeased expression. What a surprise -- another loner had been killed. However, unlike Dimitri, Meilin was not plagued with DID and whatever "mental illnesses" Nya had one day decided to adopt had a no greater than 15% chance at the most of passing onto her daughter. Going bat shit crazy wasn't a mental illness, and as far as he knew, Nya had never been diagnosed by anybody with any sort of medical training. He sighed, wishing they would just exile the damn cat on the spot. He called out, "Tumultdusk! Noirstar!", never taking his eyes off the scene. After a moments hesitation, he went down to the beach and got a giant fishing net that had washed ashore, casting it over the unconscious kit and securing the ends with rocks that a kitten wouldn't be able to move. If either the leader or the deputy had an issue with his method of detaining her, he'd quickly remove it, but for now -- there was no way that Meilin was going to be able to run away from her crimes. The truth had been trapped.


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  • someday i'll be coming home [open, riptide brings his kits home]

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 150px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]"Thanks," he purred to Tristen, feeling a newfound liking for the young dog. Sometimes his Clanmates could be overly nice, but at times like this, Riptide welcome it. At Hollyburst's offer, he grinned. "Thank you, that would be good. Hopefully they won't all turn out to be too much of a handful." he said, glancing down at each of them, each their own little future with their own fates.


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  • THIS GUY IS ON FIRE [Open - Capture]

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 250px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]"All of you, silence!" He snapped, prowling forwards and glancing coldly at each of them in turn. "Meilin. Shut up. HawkClan is not TidalClan. Plenty of other pro-clans make captures. If you have issues with the way this joint is run, get the fuck out. Capturing prisoners and treating them like royalty is nothing compared to the way anticlanners capture their enemies. It's called politics." he growled, the already spiky fur along his nape rising in aggression. His head whipped to face the red doberman, and had he a longer tail, it would be lashing. "Masoncub, you harm a hair on Tristen's head and you're done. HawkClan does not tolerate treason. You gave up your family ties and your ties to anticlans the moment you swore your loyalty to us." the russet tom stated firmly, his blue gaze resting on the younger animal.


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  • THIS GUY IS ON FIRE [Open - Capture]

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 200px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]"Then feel free to leave right on the spot," the tom retorted sarcastically. The cub should have known better. "You join HawkClan, you live by our rules. We're your family now, and if you don't like it then you can spend the rest of your time here in the prison with your brother. As to you, Meilin, I actually can. You're not helping, you're just pissing us off. The next time you disrespect me or another high position, there'll be consequences." Christ, when Tumultdusk arrived he'd be livid.


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  • BRING ME TO LIFE ... OPEN

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 200px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]Riptide looked over his shoulder as the angry monarch came beside him. "Looks like she must've shapeshifted into something bigger, then went over and slaughtered poor little fluffy over there. He wasn't breaking any rules, his scent hadn't even crossed the border. She went and passed out, so I put a net over her in case she woke up and decided to wriggle off like a little worm. If you don't like it, I'll take it off. I just wanted the scene to remain like it is." he explained, his tone neutral. He kept his eyes on the gruesome murder as he spoke, his tone steady and hardly fluctuating.


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  • THIS GUY IS ON FIRE [Open - Capture]

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 200px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]"And I'm ordering you to shut the fuck up." he snarled, standing and stalking before the smaller cat, towering over her. "If none of the other high positions help, then I guess Noirstar and Tumultdusk are irrelevant." Was he allowed to slap others? They should give him that power. However, Riptide decided he was done with her. Glancing at Ghiradelli, he nodded. "Agreed. Don't reply to her and she can't keep spewing out shit. Let's just get the prisoner to the cells."


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  • BRING ME TO LIFE ... OPEN

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 100px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]Riptide snorted, felt laughter bubbling up but kept it in. Ooh, what a scary though -- she'd spread rumors! As if the other Clans would believe it. Why the fuck would they listen to an insane little cry baby, and not the leader of HawkClan himself? However, he maintained his silence. This was now between Noir and Meilin.


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  • BRING ME TO LIFE ... OPEN

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 130px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]He had to say, this was actually better than when Nya had been exiled. "And feel free to get out of that net by yourself." he said with an amused blink. Pissed and sarcastic Noirstar was now his new favorite Noirstar. "Hey, I think I've got somebody for Tumultdusk's public torture." he said, glancing at the black animal. Noir probably wouldn't go for it, but it was worth a shot, right?


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  • I GOT SOME SHIT TO COMPLAIN ABOUT ... PRIVATE, NOIRSTAR OR TUMULTDUSK NEEDED

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 100px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]"Here" he grunted, approaching the sound of Noir's voice. As he drew closer and saw Meilin, he mentally blew out a massive UGGHGHHGH sigh, but he kept his composure outwardly and didn't make a sound. "I'm guessing this is about that capture thing, right?"


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  • Ya dang bird! [Open - Capture]

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 90px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]They ought to give Tristen a medal or something for all the scum he'd been dragging in. "Nice work. I say we lock him in a cell with all of the little stink bombs he decided to drop." he mused, sitting down and watching the Insignian with a mild interest.


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  • I GOT SOME SHIT TO COMPLAIN ABOUT ... PRIVATE, NOIRSTAR OR TUMULTDUSK NEEDED

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    [font=Mistral][size=50px]Riptide Amarna
    [font=times][size=8]☼ akhenaten amarna xx quinn fabray ☼ male ☼ [color=white]hawkclan [color=#99C68E] ☼ [color=white]aristocrat [color=#99C68E]☼
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=1px; background-image: url(http://i1147.photobucket.com/a…e/Image-3_zps590b9b6e.png); background-position: center; width: 370px; height: 25px; border-radius: 15px;][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: 600px; border-left: 1px solid transparent #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid transparent #000000; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px;][align=center][justify][color=white]Riptide glanced at the black kit in irritation. "Oh, I told her to shut the fuck up alright, but she wasn't making any attempt to defend anybody except Nya and a potential traitor. First of all, she's completely ignoring the entire source of this little issue, which is that Tristen captured a ShadowClanner that also happened to be Masoncub's brother. When Masoncub threatened to physically harm Tristen should he lay a paw on the ShadowClanner, Meilin decided it would be a great idea to waltz in and chastise Tristen about how he shouldn't capture our enemies because its 'morally wrong' and 'the other pro-clans don't capture' and how 'hawkclan is turning anti oh my god!!1!!'." he said, returning his gaze back to the monarch.


    "Several others warned Masoncub that doing something like attacking a Clanmate because the capture was family would be considered treason and he might be exiled, but little Meilin here snapped at everybody, saying that poor Mason is just trying to defend his family! Then it was blah blah blah, bullshit about how Nya's dead, capturing only makes us turn anti, yadda yadda yadda. I came in, called for silence because all this shit was giving me a headache and it was ridiculous. I warned Meilin to keep her silence, and reminded her that HawkClan is not TidalClan, and that plenty of other proclans take prisoners. I then addressed Masoncub, and told him that he severed his ties with family and anticlans once he became a member of HawkClan. Meilin answered me like a child, unsurprisingly, by saying that I wasn't allowed to tell her what to do. That's when I told her to shut the fuck up, I actually could tell her what to do, and that if she disrespected me or another high position again, she'd face consequences. That's when we went to lead the prisoner away, and when I left she was spewing more bullshit about Nya, I think." he concluded. He might as well take this opportunity to bring up what had been eating at him. "Maybe at the next meeting or something emphasis could be placed on actually listening to those above you? She also mentioned that all high positions besides the medics were irrelevant and although I don't expect her to behave normally, Masoncub did show a fair amount of disrespect as well. I dunno, up to you guys, but it'd be nice if the message was reinforced."


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