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"for fu-" his sentence was cut short as the snow ball hit him square in the face, leaving him gaping and bambi eyed before he shook the powder from himself. it was like camouflage. readying another snow ball, and flinging it right back at the tom, this time he dived down to avoid the repercussions, all the while gathering more ammo. this was enjoyable, royal would never admit, but fuck was it embarrassing. yet, he was still grinning and chuckling.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

oh, thank fucking god it was a tiger. he could have a heart attack and die happy now. the stripe-less white brute offered a dip of his head, noting a strong resemblance between the femme and his former cell mate back... there. the poor she back there had been far older, and far more frail when he had left, and he prayed for her soul she had a peaceful life.

"as you heard, i'm royal, and the pleasure is all mine." he had fucking manners, suck that chastpaw.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

"hello." the smile on his face was genuine, no chastpaw here, thank the heavens, and look, it was that weird looking aardwold guy. what was his name? and there was also a she-cat? royal didn't know her, but he'd surely enjoy meeting them without chastpaw there. it was hard to befriend people when you were ignoring others.

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"can you not?" pulling away and giving a suddenly disdainful stare to the female, the stripe-less tiger now feeling itchy all over. he didn't like being touched, it made him angsty, and she had enough angst as it was. so, royal scooted back, and let his icy eyes wander around the rest of the group. who the fuck did that? just randomly hug some stranger.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

i have a few other threads to make first and a few others to reply too

so it'd take a bit? but if you are willing to wait /w\

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

screaming bc i need one of royal

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

or you could add a 'e' to the end of it, resulting in chastepaw which would pull chastexistance into the most sense worthy name<3

of course, that name might not work for the character, but in my opinion is the best of the two as it seems to relate to a pure way of living; a innocent life /w\

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 0px;overflow: auto; width: 375px; height: 261px;font-family: new times roman;text-align: center;color: lightblue;] [size=36pt]U N I T Y[/size] [size=9pt]eurasian lynx • male • very difficult • darkclan • commander • no kill/capture • request to maim • attack in lightblue[/size] [hr][justify] As the Commander failed to react to the swift move in time, the tiger would easily be able to catch a firm grip on him. Feeling his opponent's sharp claws and teeth sink into his back, quickly followed by sharp pain lacing through his build; in response, he snarled, not in anger but pain. In an attempt to escape the HawkClanner's grip, he'd try to twist away, though his actions were really limited to that simple action. Royalriot had made the right choice in aiming to take him by the back. [/justify][/fancypost] [size=6pt](c) greyflower[/size]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

now, he had the the tom in his grasp. swinging all his weight onto the lynx, in a very harsh attempt to pin him to the ground while also keeping his jaw clamped firmly near the spine. one wrong move and he could permanently paralyze the darkclan commander with one shake of his head. royal- he hadn't yet discussed with copperstar whether he'd take the paw or the riot ending to his name- chuckled, digging his claws deeper into the flesh of the feline.

"you done fuckin' goofed, messin' with my fuckin' clan you shit stain." it was a deep purr nearly, every instinct screaming for him to do it, to bite into the spine, to end this short battle. the stripe-less tiger was enjoying this like he was the anti-clanner in this mix.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

royal's snow ball was the next soaring, a bee line for chickenpaw. the massive tiger- he'd murder the next one who called him a lion if his rper didn't first- grinned as the ball of hard packed snow flew straight for the lions face. this was fucking fun, why didn't he do this more often?

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

royal threads?? /w\

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

the tiger was literally belly down, the cat had a clear shot for his side, however. if he hadn't felt the stirs int he wind as the paw came quickly, he would have taken a blow to leave him pained for a while, but he felt the stir, and in a instant the tiger swung the lynx towards the direction of the slash, feeling blood trickle down his side as he drew his bloodied fangs from the darkclanner's back. this dumbass, he could have broken his friends spine. royal was just to nice for that. his claws still held firmly onto the darkclanner's fur until he let go, leaving the lynx to recover while he finished his duty with this felidae.

those wounds would be a painful bitch of a reminder.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

yet, as soon as he made contact, he had lunged from the ground, and at that moment his nose was buried under the sand, along with a majority of his maw as he searched out the thong with its golden coin.then, his head pulled up, as soon as chastpaw smacked into the back of his neck, and held tightly in his jaw was the leather wound cord, it's latin engraved coin swinging in that pendulum manner. stumbling back from the sudden blow to his neck, and he tripped over his own paws, onto the ground he went.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

sure !! if you could make the thread, i don't care which one /w\

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

the tiger was out in the territory, sending up flurries of snow with every step to his swagger of a walk. royal, with his coin swinging like a pendulum as he limped through the territory, he needed to talk with salixpaw about that, he was sure the infected wounds had torn open.

the voice caught his attention,and soon enough the tiger was standing beside the kit, a towering beast, with his white, stripe-less fur, his icy eyes. royal noted that this wolf smelled odd.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

stepping beside the odd looking creature, royal offered a lax grin to austelle, before looking to the dusty tom cat. unknowingly, the aardwolf and the massive tiger had something in common. females just weren't their thing, let it be friend-wise or mate-wise.

the stripe-less tiger offered that flat, dull,and life-less gaze to cole, the one that screamed ' i'm-fuckin'-judging-you '.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

royal was just a party pooper, was he not? his intent was to meet the lion. blackpaw, was his name? well, the stripe-less tiger had not met him yet, but he seemed to be friendly. "yo." a slick word, with a wry grin, and a swagger of a walk, that was how the tiger slipped onto the scene. eleven moons old, and likely the largest here unless the lion was on fucking steroids, royal dipped his head respectively to the small group.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

"i vote for that one." with a motion of his poly-caudal tail, the stripeless tiger gave the female a grin, it was the wryest he had worn in a while, and his eyes showed so. he liked the game, not her. no, he'd never be able to get used to her. royal looked at the others, to see if anyone else liked the proposition.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

"not it." a purred sentence, spoke quickly and without any hesitation, declared that royal would not be the one seeking. now, how would he hide? role around in some of the snow, to hide his scent or? the tiger zoned out in his strategic planning, not listening any longer.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

personally, the tiger thought himself to large for the human trampoline, so instead, he sat back on his haunches and watched the felines enjoy themselves. it seemed like fun, most two-leg toys were enjoyable. like those bouncey, floaty spheres they gave you, and the rubbery things stuffed with food, most was enjoyable, especially when you were young enough to play with them without noticing all the eyes on you.

[fancypost bgcolor=#606060; borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-family: courier; font-size: 9pt; height: nonepx; overflow: none; text-align: justify;][sup]" they looked into my eyes "

grinning at the small femme, now with seagull poop fitting her fur, the tiger was a jumble of chuckles. "you might want to get that cleaned." it was a rough cough, in-between bouts of coughing. seagulls were dicks, everyone knew that, but they were specifically dicks to penelope it seemed.