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"So you wanna join?" Oblivion asked, reaching down to snatch up a rather fat scorpion. Silly thing had come out when it saw the first sign of warm weather. His food, or prey, subsequently munched on, he sat down to rest his legs. He'd been doing lots of running lately, first to Thunderclan and then a race.

10/15
Oblivion's smile grew wider as he saw Wagner duck his head. The tawny colored Meerkat had become accustomed to him doing that whenever he smiled, or even looked happy. Someday, he promised himself that he would make Wags smile to everyone, pearly whites and all. Someday, just not right now. Vera was very formidable, and was probably about to come rocketing past him.

Aww man, the beast beat him here! AND he was late. Double aww. Trotting up beside Wagner, Oblivion grinned cheekily. "Hi, I'm Oblivion," He barked happily, his tone low like the usual meerkat's would be. He was used to saying things a cat, so he made a funny look. "Pretty name," He added, a little lost because he was currently staring at his nose and trying to figure out how he had made that bark sound.

Oblivion had been trotting around like usual, when he spotted Vera and a large lump on the ground. Soon after the stench of blood hit him, and he rocketed over, skidding to a halt beside the lion. He would try and find Mockingpaw or the other medicine cat, but they were never around. Not sure what to do, he just sat down and watched. "Anything I could do to help you?" He asked, for it was the only thing he could think to say. Usually he would have something better, but he was lacking sleep, and his rper muse.

Thank you kindly <3

11/15
Seeing the finish line, he pushed himself harder, his ebony eyes narrowing. So close, yet so far away. Just a little longer, and then he could fall down and sleep and not move for a few days. He told himself this over and over, but he felt as if his paws were bleeding and his legs were about to fall off.

Oblivion had just become an apprentice, even though his RPer hadn't posted in the ceremonies thread. He hadn't seen much training going on, and he felt as if even though the Covenant didn't fight on a regular basis, they should still be in shape, instead of just automatically being super muscly. And the Meerkat thought sparring would do the trick, but no hitting hard or with claws of course. "Anyone want to train!" He barked loudly, still growing accustomed to being able to make normal meerkat sounds.

12/15 Oblivion watched Wagner grow ever so close to the finish line, but he himself was too far away. His rper was angry that she had to wait for other people to post until she could again though, so Oblivion just kept on trucking, now leaving a defining trail of sweat. He had been running for so long, ever so long. He slowed a bit, and an npc passed him, but he sped up again and regained his place.

"Hey! Snowkit right?" Oblivion asked, twirling up beside the kit. He was proud to be an apprentice now, training under Wagner. He hadn't danced in a while, and had forgotten the joys of twirling. So he twirled more, lifting one foot into the air and doing a rather awkward trip and roll to regain his feet.

13/15
With every stride he grew closer to taking second place, and bragging rights, even though it was wrong. Maybe Wagner had won, but Oblivion was beating Vera, whom Oblivion's rprer felt bad for because she probably had to go to school or something. But back to who this is all about. Oblivion. His heart was beating so fast and hard he thought it was going to drill a hole through his chest.

"Right, since no one else is here I'll let you spar me, assuming you know the rules," He said in a singsong voice, crouching into a battle stance. He really needed the practice, he was only a mere apprentice and had only become one a few days ago.

I know just about no one is on right now, but anyone want a thread?

14/15
Right there, 50, no 40, no 20 paces ahead of him lay the finish line, and he felt a certain relief wash over him. He had a new burst of speed, and tore towards the finish. He hoped second place was ready, because here he came.
Musedeath

Sorry for the late reply, having a very bad day
"I'm Oblivion," He said proudly, not even noticing how close she was. He didn't have a personal bubble, even though most others did. "Got any ideas on what to do?" He asked frowning slightly. Nothing ever happened any more, and he hated to say it but the parties were never big hits. Events either, mostly just a few people posting.

15/15
Oblivion rocketed across the finish line, collapsing onto the ground at Wagner's feet. His tawny fur was stained brown with sweat and blood trickled from his paws. But he had gotten second place none the less. "Did I do it?" He asked, his eyes closed tight, his breathing starting to grow even.

"I don't think I could," Oblivion played along, winking at the great beast. "So, sparring. You go against the other person but don't hit hard, no claws, and don't bite hard," He thought that was pretty good. I guess I'll go against the winner. He added, leaving his battle stance behind and backing up. He hoped the smaller feline won, a meerkat against a tiger? His chances were slim.

"Count me out," Obivion mumbled, staring blankly at the food table. Stuff for everyone huh? Lies. He didn't see a single scorpion or beetle, not anywhere. He looked under everything, but they had been run off by the blasting music. Wonderful. What was this party or Lunar Revel or whatever without food! Slumping downwards, he watched the mock battles. Pretty boring if he did say so himself, even though he knew it was quite rude.

Just tracking because Oblivion thinks Kerala is a meany

I only have two characters in the whole game. I One more wouldn't hurt. More like I just want one more I'm not done with the form, I'll finish soon though, I have lots of schoolwork.

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