[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Pfft - the first part was child's play. Standing a suitable distance from a nearby tree, the young female started to run before leaping up and grasping the tree with her long hooked claws.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Whoa she got a medal. Pretty badass. The pretty fae padded over to the spot with a rare genuine smile on her face. "Thanks! Congrats to other medal peeps and those promoted and sorry for those demoted." she called. Her face lit up at the raids - she was ready to kick some softhearted ass.
Oh, and she put a stone in the ThunderClan basket. Their wasteland of a territory made them weak and easy targets.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]/ Just an fyi, I won't be posting with Rachel due to the fact I can't have two characters in one raid bc it gets confusing
She was here. RiverClan was about to get their sorry asses kicked. Her family was a destructible force, and seeing as she saw many of them here, RiverClan was beyond screwed. Smirking, she launched at a npc, easily tearing out its throat and tossing it aside. Anyone else want a piece of her? They were free to come and get it.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]darkclan tactician medal please cx
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Well her task was handing out stuff to allied clans. So that's what she was doing. In her basket she had some alcohol along with some knives and other weapon things. She was waiting on the border for someone to see her and ask her about name and business and all that *.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]/ yup cx
Lauren was on a walk, but not just any walk - she was out to kill. While she wasn't a full vampire, she did have the ability to digest a certain amount of feline blood. Though in order to survive she had to eat normal prey animals as well. Which sucked.
/ rushed bc moms xc
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]I need an OFFICER BADGE!
[i]I want the badge on this account:[i] the one I'm posting with c: -
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]/ yeah...being yelled bc i came up at 9:02 and not 9
To everyone's knowledge, Lauren was six months even though she was actually four months. She looked six months, though, so she went with that. "Why hello there. I'm Lauren Salvatore. May I ask what your name is and why you are on DarkClan territory?" she spoke to the male, raising her eyebrow.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]"Gifts from DarkClan -- wine and beer and weapons and stuff," the pretty tabby explained with a curt nod. She had like four or five other clans to go to, so she wanted to make this quick.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]"Ugh, can I raid their *ing asses?" she grumbled as she came across the scene. She would not take * from the *er who did this. They would pay.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]So recently she had been mildly inactive. Ugh, why did sunny have so much homework? Research papers and projects and stuff. At least now she could make a quick thread with the pretty officer trainee, who was giving her burgundy fur a quick groom.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Lauren was indeed a beautiful young female. However she was a cocky and arrogant at times, though many were too blinded by her natural beauty and influence over others to notice her otherwise fatal flaws. "Fallingcub. Nice name there. Sorry but I haven't seen your sister, though if I see her I'll make sure to give ya a holler," she replied, her tail twitching.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Lauren padded over, ready to learn how to better kick asses.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Damn she was inactive. Well she was back now...kind of. Eh, whatever - she'd just stand there and chill as always.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]"Hey Oct and Addie," she greeted, not messing up Adelaide's name this time. Yup, that was pretty embarrassing. "I'm doing swell. Just was inactive. Now...I'm not as inactive. Sunny's been busy with things. But I'm back, and there's no gettin rid of my this time."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Sunny screamed because feral was playing a leader and feral was awesome so yeah. Lauren, on the other hand, simply gave a nod, not really caring and *.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Damn Lauren was *ing tired. And bored. Like seriously the trainer just sat there doing nothing. What could be more boring than that?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]"Hello handsome. Finally decided you couldn't stay away, Huh?" commented Lauren as she padded over, her olive eyes sparkling with excitement at the sight of her boyfriend.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]"Yo, mr new leader — I need to speak with you," called the trained as she padded over to his den.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify;]Ah, what a crappy evening. Literally it was raining cats and cats out there! Ah well — might as well take a nap Bevause why the hell not?