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    " Logoleptic." the young canine's young, battered sounding voice was getting souder withing every little letter as he padded over, invisible eyebrows burrosed close with concern for his only friend, who'se name was stated. " Erm.. hello." he greeted the others as well, frowing.
    What confused the five month old male was who they were. Sure, he recognized a few, such as Commander Mikasa Xerses, and Ermin as well, and Logo, obviously, but most others were strange faces.


    " I'm Arnfreid Thatcher."

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    The sudden feel of fur against his own was both a comfort, and a shock, pulsing through his bones, through his nerves, towards his brain, where the feeling actually clicked. Without looking, without catching the wiff of the kitten, he would have recognized the young tom's fur.


    But he looked anyway. And the tawny, black, and white coloring felt gentle in the Thatcher's sight, more comforting then the others, no matter how many pretty pastels they put on themselves or drowned their skin in, or whatever. Logosceptic, the little nerd of Darkclan, was Arnfreid ' Arny,' Thatcher's... friend. " Are you sure?" he fretted, a vocie much softer then the usual gruff tone that escaped his lips.

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    ' Hey Arny!' already, he knew the little tom was coming. The only time he had heard anyone call him Arny was with Logosceptic. ' I'll spar with you!' and he would bite back a smile. The tiny Rikou was more then a match for him.
    " I'd be delighted to." he woudl reply, turning his maned head to watch the Legendary with intimidating red and yellow optics. Ah, speaking of that, his lovely Ability, Intimidate, was now in motion. His apponent's Attack was now a bit lower.


    That didn't matter probably, though, since Sailor was a guy Pokemon nerd and well.. was a nerd and knew both Electric and Raikou were Special Attackers rather than Physical. Boop.

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    He didn't understand that. Logosceptic was around his age, but definently a smaller portion than the tan canine. " I rather am scared, I'd suppose. I wouldn't like it if you were cut up and bleedingw hen I encountered you." he would gently pressure the calico, fearful of his own words.


    I pray to every God there is, that you never get harmed he thought, his brain whirling with images of the certian calico, hurt and mewling, somewhere nearby, unheard and unseen.

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    Attack on Titaaaaan, the popular, good ol' anime that was slowly nibbling away at the Darkclan space, just as the kitten was doing right about now with her potato. Arnfreid Thatcher himself had caught a rabbit for himself, laying in Camp, ripping the fur from it's plump bodice.


    Noticing Sasha with her unsual food, he would prick up, rising to his paws, with the rabbit in his jaw. Slinking over to the clanmate, the tan Timber Wolf would sit down not far from the Darkclanner, curiosuly licking his chops. " May I ask, miss, what is that?"

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    ...potato? I've got to admit that I do not recall such an.. object." the large, tawny Timber Wolf creature would say, not really non owing if any of his clanmates cared about his statement. None, so far, had yet. But.. What was a potato? Was it one of these vegetables? Gah, the questions made his brain ache with the effort of wondering.


    Or maybe he was just so stupid, he didn't know the obvious.

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    If it hit? Really? That seemed so obvious. He was biting down on the Legendary Pokemon, so close. It should have hit, but the Luxray couldn't have been so slow, as to not see what was right in front of him. A normal type attack, right there, forming in the Raikou's fanged mouth. " Good luck." he breathed a moment before releasing the younger, smaller creature before twisting away from the beam of darkness, under the belly.


    Then, he aimed to Crunch again, this time on the elecrtric - pokemon's belly pelt.