Posts by skottlossning

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"Yes?" Nero encouraged with a raised eyebrow. Poor pup, she seemed terrified.
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Nero rushed into the den, his ears pinned and fangs and claws bared in preparation to battle something. His stance slowly relaxed once he realized the only creatures in the den were his Clanmates and not an enemy. Curious eyes ran over the huddled group before the serval spotted Polarispaw in the midst of the group with... wings? He blinked. Well, that was new.

The scent of blood reached him and he grimaced. Lovely, a painful mutation appearance. "Are you alright now, Polarispaw?" he asked.

[ooc: nero? terrifying? whaaaa?]
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Nero walked over and attempted to help Bearpaw stand upright again, offering silent support. He looked up at Hyacinthflowering and dipped his head. She didn't need useless pleasantries right now, she needed medical assistance.
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Nero approached the small group, shifting himself to be prepared to defend the youngest and weakest of the party if need be. Since everyone else had already asked the question - repeating themselves, stupidly enough - the young serval remained silent as he awaited the previous SunClan lion's response.
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"A place that you'll discover when you're older," Nero said firmly. He couldn't believe she was making such a big deal out of this question.
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"May I accompany you?" Nero asked his father as he still supported Bearpaw. The young serval yearned to get out and explore the Clans, though he didn't want to abandon WindClan. Not having a mentor was horrible, especially when the feeling was affirmed with seeing the tight bond between Hyacinthflowering and Bearpaw.
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"Okay, that's enough!" Nero declared, standing up. "Eternalpup, you don't want to do it, you don't even know what it is. If I said that higglyjinx was fun but also had emotional and physical ramifications, would you want to do it? No."
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"Well, have a fun time dying then," Nero said flatly. Everyone knew that cats couldn't live on a strictly-flora diet. They would be malnourished and wither away. Charming.
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"Hello, Benedict," Nero greeted the leader. The young serval had just been about to take his first meal of the day and then probably patrol the territory for potential joiners. Instead, he had the rare chance to talk with his father. So many things to say! So few things to say. Should he ask questions about the sire he never interacted with, or leave him to his work?

"I trust you had a peaceful night?" He sounded so formal. Should he?
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"I will be willing to go on one," Nero responded to Deerpaw as he padded up. He had an odd sleeping schedule, waking up early enough to see his father awaken, going to sleep late enough so that nobody was alone at night, and then being alert during the day. Yes, pretty odd.

He mentally shrugged his thoughts away and sniffed lightly around the freshkill pile. Yes, that certainly needed restocking.
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"Are you sure it's not harmful?" Nero asked suspiciously. He squinted at the device, unsure if there wasn't some internal harm going on.
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"Hm... I suppose so, then," the young serval said slowly. But what if it was something that was a delayed reaction? Nevertheless, Nero crept slowly to the camera, his ears flicking backwards and forwards with indisicion.
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"Benedict might know," Nero proffered as he padded up. Seeing as his father was a dragon, he might know what sort of beasts similar to him lived around here.
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"Wha- what the hell?" Nero shouted as he sprinted to Bearpaw's side. She was still unhealed fully from whatever injury she had suffered, and if this creature attacked... Not that he would be much shelter anyway, but that wasn't the point!

"Everyone, take cover! Those with powers, try to see what it wants! SAFELY," he instructed.
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"I would rather not," Nero said dryly, amusement glittering in his cinnamon gaze. "Can I help you with something?"
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"Hello, what is your business here?" Nero asked respectfully while he eyed the sack and the mutated beast before him. Interesting...
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Ah, Nero had almost forgotten the short, brisk answers that Benedict gave. He supposed that his father was never much of a conversationalist, but was it truly so hard to interact with kin? With Martin, he seemed to be chatty enough. ... Oh, perhaps that was it. Nero wasn't the product of the two lovers, but of a different sort of relationship. Even the young serval wasn't sure how to define it. Perhaps Nero reminded Benedict of his infidelity - however wanted or unwanted.

"Good rest is difficult to come by for some," he said. Inwardly, Nero cursed. That sounded like a weak response, even to his own rounded ears, and that was not what he was! He didn't want to lose the small bit of attention that Benedict granted him - the leader seemed distracted already - and so he cast about for a topic that he thought his father would enjoy.

But that was the problem. What did Benedict enjoy? Bees. Martin. Other then that, Nero honestly didn't know. "So how 'bout that airplane food" wouldn't cut it. "What do you plan on doing today? Anything that I would be able to assist with?" Okay, so that wasn't a topic that Benedict would enjoy at all. Heavens above, he sounded like an over-eager, newly promoted warrior already aiming for the deputy rank.

[ooc: whoa, hello muse]
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Nero blinked in half amusement, half annoyance. Deerpaw was right, there had been enough in the patrol when it was half this large. "Come on, then," he said, not unkindly, and stood beside Deerpaw. If they stayed in camp too much longer, then maybe a quarter of the Clan would want to join.
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"I'll take care of it," Nero said grimly. He didn't mind decapitation, that was fine. What he minded was that it was a basketfull of decapitated kittens. He waited for approval from Wingspam before he did anything.
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"Why are you looking for them?" Nero asked as he padded forward. Anyone could claim to be the spawn of someone else, it didn't mean it was true. The serval carefully watched the stranger on the border, flicking his tail.
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