Posts by Lot

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Without so much as any intention to actual 'celebrate', the tom yawned and stretched, being careful with his previously broken leg.

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The tom saw the disgusting picture and padded forward, anticlimactically gentle. "Stay still. Help will come soon." He hoped at least. He hated kits, had never really wanted anything to do with them, but what he didn't like kits being, other than out of his fur, was dead. It was a soft spot of his and he never could stand the fact that kits would die, either like this or in even more brutal ways.

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Lot was there in a rushed track post.

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Lot was there, disinterest as obvious as snow in a desert on his face.

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Nightmare Severinus was not a coward or a victim, he was a soldier trained by soldiers with soldiers and any enemy he made would be met without guilt or regret. Lot planned out everything he did, whether it was the first plan he had or Z version five. He would plot and scheme and think his way out of situations and issues, and his strategy wasn't tacit or guile but rather wit and humor, along with a charismatic flare thrown in for show.

He had been limping for a while now, but when he saw the stranger, he straightened up and let his hair bristle with wary hostility. Trotting forward, trying to not limp as badly as he really really wanted to. "Name and business." He mewed stoically, as if the cat's pissant gaze wasn't out of the norm. Really, it wasn't, but Lot had the feeling that this one had something against him.

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She was actually beneath him. It was too dark for even an eagle to see him in the tree's boughs above her. He mewed softly, letting his voice echo and confuse her from his location. "Our first lesson is defense, and we're going to start out with you being nearly blind."

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who and what? XD

i can't think of a plot for lot there is so much struggle, first half of bark.

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Lot narrowed his eyes. "Should I fear that this one cat is targeting me? And that you set him on my trail?" He mewed, his tone suddenly cold.

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Lot recognized the MCA and, when he did nothing except one utterance, his eyes flashed. "Well, what do you think you're doing? Help her." Gods, they let anyone get the ranks didn't they?

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Lot bared his teeth. "Thanks for the warning, but we'll investigate it ourselves. Run back to your Clan, Thunder-rat." He flicked a tail in annoyance. ThunderClanners were always trying to get into the other Clans' business, which annoyed him because she obviously thought them daft.

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lol i got my muse back xD

hmm... i would ask for another thread with him, but i don't know with what plot between them...

ooh what if they have an open sparring session (where they spar and others sort of just gather and watch?) and please?

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For some reason, Lot was very interested in this. He actually did want to know what it looked like on the inside; he knew all about sex, was quite skilled at it if it was something you could be skilled at. He would later regret this, he knew.

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The saw the flash, and with his half second advanced alert, he avoided the forehead slash and the deadly force behind the snapping, though his front leg did get a chunk torn from it. Hissing, he aimed to latch his teeth into the serval's neck or throat, though hopefully the latter.

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Lot crouched beside one of the kits, an almost exact copy of Candelights and began to wash it. He didn't know the gender, and opted to not find out. He kept an eye on the growing group around him and he felt slightly oppressed and as if he needed to get out of here. His own mate had gone through this twice before she'd given birth to his two daughters and sick son. His son had died within hours, but his two daughters had grown to be strong... They were all dead, long ago in a valley he would never like to think of again.

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throws a lot

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Lot glanced at the stranger and then his leader. "Did I miss something you said? I don't remember you calling her a he." He shook his head. "*ed ThunderClanners." He turned and trotted off.

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oh that's perfectly fine; i was going to offer you do that anyway ^^

Lot leaped to the branch of the next tree, it swaying beneath him and giving an eerie creaking noise. He noticed her wavering form and leaped out of the tree, aiming a sheathed claw to her shoulder, hissing as he darted away quick as lightning, "Be firm." He was speaking of her way of waiting for an attack. He scaled the tree closest in a heartbeat and waited out of view for her to collect herself before mewing, "You are not a sapling. You do not move side to side. The earth and you are one; nothing can knock your paws from underneath you."

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i actually don't even know xD
i think i was talking about the sparring session and the 'and' just came out of nowhere.

i may make it...

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Her sarcasm would get her nowhere in the battlefield, the tom simply raised an invisible eyebrow, though she wouldn't be able to see the movement due to him not even being near her. "I don't know, maybe both, maybe neither." He darted to another branch before launching himself to the ground, behind her, and aiming a deftly gentle claw to her flank, where if it landed would snag and steal fur but not harm, and either way he would be in the trees again in a second's notice. Obviously, he valued speed, and cold, calculated moves.

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Lot was there in a bored and museless track post, as if he was sort of lost with the whole idea of talking to strangers, he spotted Crookedsmile and padded over to the group, though kept his distance seeing as he really did not prefer social interaction. "I've got nothing better to do."