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    Belgiumkit awoke with a yawn, parting his maw as it escaped his lips. That was an... Interesting sleep. He thought, not used to sleepy on such soft things. He stood up unsteadily before give himself a quick shake to get all the lint that had stuck to his pelt off. Now that he was energized and ready to go, he leapt down and out of the claw machine, looking for something else to interest him.


    [13/30]

    His interest was soon taken by a another food stand, filled with the meat sticks he had tried to get from the other contraption. He eagerly leapt onto the counter of the cart and quickly snatched one of the meat sticks that was held between a roll. He laid himself on the cart as he gorged himself on this strange new type of prey. He had to wonder what it was.


    [14/30]

    After gorging himself on about three meat sticks, Belgiumkit decided it'd be best for him to start heading back to his clan. Hopefully his mother hadn't been too worried where he had gone to. He shrugged it off, the shy little black jaguar beginning to head towards ThunderClan once he leapt down from the meat stick cart.


    ooc; introducing a new charrie


    [15/30]

    Bel got the message, and had a sudden warmth spread in his chest when a smile cracked his lips. He swiftly dug his paw into the snow, curling his paw back to round it a bit before swinging his paw forward in one quick motion, aiming to hit the she-fox on the back on her neck.

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    [size=7pt][shadow=black,left]Armin felt the presence before him before he had greeted him and froze almost immediately. His dark eyes, unlike the ones of blue he had once before, must've been boring a hole into the ground for him as he stared at the ground intently. Afraid that if he was to look up, he would only be greeted with a pair of snapping jaws. He shook like a leaf in the lion's presence, but other then that did not dare to move. He had no memories of the time before, except every now and then when he met someone familiar to him, and so far, despite the animal in front of him being someone he 'knew', he hadn't recognized anyone.


    Armin finally worked up his courage to trail his large brown eyes over the figure in front of him, seeing how his teeth were bared and taking a cautious step back incase he did have to make a break for it. Not that he'd get too far anyways. He took a shaky breath as his stared up into the face of the predator, dryly uttering out something almost unheard.


    "H-Hello.. H-H-Heichou.." Ah. Maybe he had remembered. Now he hoped Levi, or, Lancecorpral, would.[/shadow][/size]

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    The black jaguar was expecting this one, but didn't quite dodge in time not to get hit. The snow ball whacked itself into his right flank, making him jump slightly and fumble with the snowball he was forming. He scowled for a moment at the ruined snowball before scrambling to form a new one in time to hit her whilst she was occupied with making her snow fort.


    After a few moments he smirked devilishly, puling his aw back then sending it forward quickly, aiming to his her on her exposed flank. Once it was into the air, he dived behind a snow mound as a premade fort.

    The newly named Lustingcub let a smile flicker across his face, one of confidence and slight excitement. He felt special because of his name, almost like a prince. Though he didn't know why, nor did he question it. He shifted his gaze away from his father and to his siblings, running the names over his tongue smoothly, "Baskingcub, Supremecub, Wrathfulcub, Pridefulcub." Heh. Maybe he was even a bit proud of them too.


    ooc; how old are they?? uwu

    "Good morning ma'am." Lustingcub greeted back with a respectable dip of his head to her as well as Pockykit, who both went unaddressed. He took that upon himself to work out of them, "Who are you two exactly? If you don't mind me asking." He gave a cocky grin as he waited for a reply out of at least one of the two, seeing as the white she-cat might not be as willing to give that information yet as much as the kit seemed she was.


    As the cub waited though, he quickly fell in next to his brother Pridefulkit, giving him a slight nudge on the shoulder. He stared ahead happily, looking as he was giving the warrior and kit his full attention before turning his head sharply towards his brother to whisper, "Doesn't it seem that father knows these cats? Be polite to them." Once again turning his head to face the two after that.

    Lustingkit was just about ready to be as rude to his siblings as they were to these ShadowClanners. Honestly. He made an exasperated face to his brothers and sisters before giving a slight smile to Pockykit once more, "Oh. That's a very interesting name, I like it though." He said nodding curtly, "It's nice to make all of your acquaintances." He announced, hopefully for at least a few to hear, since almost everyone else seemed to be chatting each other's ears off.