Posts by Lot

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He wasn't fast, he was built for endurance. So instead of going all out, he took to a swifter approach. Too heavy to run at the swift speed of a rabbit, he was light-footed and scaled the tree closest to him. Leaping between the closely entwined branches of the rainforest, he kept his eyes on the silver spotted creation below and always ahead of them. The branches were so intertwined that he barely needed to worry about breaking through and falling. His landings on each branch as he gave a leap could be heard only if one stopped and listened, and when she slowed down, he did as well. A hunter is silent to the prey until he sings his victory.

[b]"Cera," He murmured as he reached a point where he could catch his breath for a second. "What's going on? Talk." She was acting so strange right now, quiet and without her quips. It was unsettling, to be honest.

// ninja'ed

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and lot's just like, "what. cera you know me. we did things together. things. together. lot. d-mn."

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Lot's eyes narrowed but he shook his head, taking off after the female again. We'll discuss it later. Right now, we need to get her. He told himself. He kept pace, if not going a little faster, before taking a hefty risk. He leaped to a lower branch, judged his descent, and then lunged straight for the RiverClanner with a silent baring of his teeth, aiming to land on top of her, bowling them both to the ground, and if he landed, he would duck his head and roll with it. If not, he would tuck and roll and hope not to break anything.

// its awkward with his thoughts usually being in italics and then attacking with italics and ugh, the struggles of the blue xD and omg yes, that would be awesome.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]what would cera do if lot told her to disobey him if she wanted to? would that like, completely negate the entire curse pertaining to him? or just make everything all kinds of more difficult?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]lot: "disobey me if you want."
cera: -sizzling noises-
lot: o_o
lot: ...
lot: "cera?"

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lot: "does this mean i get to keep your rank?"
cera: ... -is burning-
lot: "i'll take that as a yes."

FIVE MINUTES LATER
lot: "tonight, i will rule the clan. tomorrow, the world."

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Lot shoved to his paws, holding his right one a little lighter than the others. Turns out his landings could use some work. [b]"Yes, I realize. I'll lay off the voles." This she-cat was a strange one and he rather respected her for keeping up for so long. "But I suppose its not a matter I can solve easily. Now, settle down like a nice little girl." He looked at Cera and flicked an ear, "Mijn lieve," He preferred using Dutch when addressing her for some reason, and flicked an ear as he recognized it, "If you would so mind, make sure the nearby forest isn't infested with dangers." He turned back to the RiverClan she-cat still beneath him. His paw was once again pressed against her belly, though the claws were indenting the skin, not actually searching for blood just yet. His other paw was on the ground, holding himself steady as he lowered her maw to her chest. "Mhm, sweet and hot; I do so love the aftermath of a chase."

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and lot has gone creeper!lot on poor little cryptic xD

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Lot's eyes narrowed, not catching on at first, before flaring. [b]"I'm going pretend I heard you say 'eat me first'." He growled, his teeth baring. He may be a rather unsteady tom, but he had decided that Cera would not be hurt on his watch. He'd kept her somewhat out of the way for a little while, and now this crazy she-cat had lashed out at her, not him. She knows. His thought flared red-hot and he let his claws sink deeper into her belly. "Because suddenly, I'm hungry for some crowfood."

// lot really would not mind, and he believe he was contemplating it at the moment xD

and right now, and every time she speaks because i'm shipping them like crazy, too

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thisbtchjusttouchedcera!lot and thisbtchgonnadie!lot xD I love him, his overprotective streak is gorgeous.

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we could rule the world with these two
nothing is impossible

i saw that play on words
it was a neon sign
so bright the blind man saw it

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]they'd kill each other before they got a ship-ship. honestly, lot himself isn't capable of love, not really. and she not having a heart... when asked, "its complicated".

... or Bark...

I'm really bad at this, obviously. I literally gave my best friend the ship name of Bawrf because I'm such a great ship-namer xD

(I could never make it as a pirate captain)

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Lot glanced at Cera, his eyes darkening. [b]"Okay, little miss, you're a real pain my-" But then Cera was on him. With a growl, he settled his back paws against her belly and tried to push up, trying to get a latch of his teeth in her shoulder. Nothing fatal, she was too high rank for him to kill her without immediate death on his head. "Alright, I'm off. Now, let me up, if you may." No impolite words were ever uttered from his mouth.

// naturally, it'll have to wait until he puts cera out of her ability here. i cannot believe there will be little lots running around free xD

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just like rapist!lot and scarred!cera and happy!lot and furious!cera

i cannot wait until they journey back to the Clan.

lot: "so..."
cera: "no."
lot: "but-"
cera: "no."
lot: "cera."
cera. "lot."
lot: "do yo-"
cera: "no."

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Lot lurched back to his paws and glared at the femme, getting his breath back. [b]"No-ee, you're going to turn into something very not nice, I swear." And then she ordered Cera... "Cera, no. We're staying." He growled, flashing his green orbs towards his partner.

// rushed; night guys!

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]I don't think we're actually going to play it out, but yes, that will most likely be what its like, at least to lot. xD i have no more muse for them travelling around, at least for today, at least. their four-or-something-page journey today was my muse-tap and i need to get some sleep.

goodnight first part of bark xD

Lot wrote:

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_{WARRIOR - BIO - TAGS - [abbr= multiple possessions: tasmanian devil, marbled polecat, brown tabby (current, main)]POWERS[/abbr]}

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Lot lurched back to his paws and glared at the femme, getting his breath back. [b]"No-ee, you're going to turn into something very not nice, I swear." And then she ordered Cera... "Cera, no. We're staying." He growled, flashing his green orbs towards his partner.

// rushed; night guys!

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Lot snarled at claws tugged at his fur. They would've gone deeper had he not darted away. Turning around, he snarled at the dragon. [b]"Why don't you fight like a real warrior!" He snarled. He had been in a rage but he was slowly calming down. The tom, normally composed and polite, was dragging his pieces back to perfection. His snarl was soft, for himself. And he realized: this dragon wasn't fighting at all. She was taunting him. Tactics tactics strategy tactics. He knew he couldn't kill the dragon, it was way too difficult for even him, but he glanced towards where Rainpaw had once been, and felt a flicker of a more controlled fire begin inside him once more.

// he's not going to win this one, but he's not dying either. maybe a broken leg?

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Lot would hate himself. He knew it. He could tell Cera was hurting. [b]"I apologize, Cera, but I must insist. We are staying." His eyes were too dark to read now as he settled them on Cryptic. "No-ee, I've half a mind to ask Cera to kill you, but how useful that would be is questionable."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]i'm in central time, what about you? we seem to be on at the same time after four here...