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Rill had totally crashed right in the middle of the hallway of the academy, pretty much in one of the most used spots so that he was truly and totally in the way. It was near midday and he was sleeping soundly. He'd been walking along, yawned, and pretty much been asleep the next minute, right in the hallway. It had to happen sometime, after all, given how hyper he was most of the time. It took a lot of energy to run around so often. Anyway, now he was just sleeping, in the way of anyone who wanted to pass.
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He started to nod his head but felt suddenly sick, stopping in the middle of his impromptu dance recital, putting his paws on the ground and looking a tad uncomfortable. "N-nope." He said a little shakily, and speaking the pain lessened slightly and he felt gratified for lying.
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"Higgens!" Rill announced. "Higgens of the Suth Isle bend and forth quadrant." Rill said, feeling better. The pain in his stomach seemed to have vanished. He grinned eagerly and dashed around a bit, as was his custom. The exuberant lion cub skidded to a quick halt and turned back around. "Who're you?"
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"Yeah! Super awesome fight. Lions are BOSS!" Thrillingcub announced heartily, stamping his young paws against the ground for emphasis. He liked tales of great fortune and woe. They were the best kind.
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The cub moaned a little lazily. He was a deep sleeper and it wasn't easy to wake him, even with the promise of ents. Rill sniffed, yawned, stretching his limbs out wildly as he did so. "Wha?" He asked, blinking his eyes open slowly. They felt so heavy. Was that Jaggedkit? "Walking trees?" Sounded . . . awesome. Man, he was tired.
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Thrillingcub gasped in mock surprise and indignation. He looked at the butterfly as if it deeply offended him and his tail flicked eagerly. "Did it touch you? I heard her minions poison you!" He exclaimed, dodging another one of the witch's spells blasting past his head -- all imaginary, of course.
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The land sloped out informs of him, a desolate wasteland, where almost everyone had been killed by the undead. Yes. That was right. He turned and ran across the crumbling floorboards -- they did actually squeak under his paw steps. He looked left, then right, darting across the hallway. He was safe for now. No undead here yet. But they would find him. They always did.
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His eyes lit up. "Another survivor? Thank goodness." He exclaimed, racing up to Captiancub with a smile on his face. That was at least two of them. They could fend off undead for a while then. It wouldn't be too hard unless they started respawning. That was when you really had to worry.
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The lion cub dashed across the academy floor, into a room on the older cat's side -- ie, not where the children were supposed to be, ie possibly someone else's already occupied room. He panted, breathing hard, taking a quick look at the hallway to see if he was being followed. He didn't see anyone for now, anyway, so he turned his head and glanced around the place he'd dashed into, Rill's whiskers twitching.
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Jag and Rill need to have all the threads. Besties forever, man. He should totally give him some obscure gift and pretend its some great treasure.
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About Rill: Thrillingcub is the son of Rubytuesdays and Sharkbait. He has a crazy imagination and also gets distracted very easily. He is not particularly serious and is quickly becoming a pathological liar. xD
Things for Rill:
Friends
Enemies (of the friendly or unfriendly variety. Essentially, if you are a stick in the mud you'll probably become an evil minion in Rill's games. But he'd still totally help you out of a pickle, unless, you know, the word pickle made him super hungry and he went hunting for one)
Eventual mentor (who can be patient or not, actually being kind of pissed at his distracted nature would be mildly amusing)
Eventual love (not till he's grown up quite a bit! They can have crushes on him though.)
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"Get down!" Rill responded, dropping to his belly, flinching loudly as if something had flown close by to his head. Nothing had, of course, Rill was just making it up. He glanced quickly over at Olivepaw. "Wo are you?" The cub asked suspiciously.
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Rill yawned, opening his mouth wide. Man, he was tired. But squirrel chasing? He got to his paws. Sleeping through life? "That would be BORING!" Rill announced with a certain sense of finality. "Let's go get those squirrels!" He said, charging off in the wrong direction.
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Rill blinked. More of them? But of who? "Quick, guys, they'll find us! We gotta get outta here!" He said, darting back out off the room and taking off down the hallway, glancing over his shoulder to see if they were following him. What was Luna so concerned about? Of course they'd be in trouble -- but he wasn't sure what their parents had to do with it. Besides . . . "Luna, don't you remember our parents died on the island two years ago? We had to eat them." He added.
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Rill skidded to a stop almost immediately, looking around with a peculiar look on his face. Were they? Ah, they were. Must have been some lingering sleep, slowed the brain, dumbed his senses and the like. Oh well. He was just happy to have Jag pointing him in the right directions, because really there was more way than one. His eyes darted around. "Through the window?" He suggested.
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