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ic:Christian despised RiverClan, despite it being the home he was born to. He hated his mother, he hated his father who'd left his mother, he hated his brother, he hated everyone there. So when he smelled RiverClan, the dog began to growl. Who dared bring that digusting little Clan here? Whoever it was had better be dead, because if they weren't by the time they got here they would be when the Border Collie got there. However, upon his arrival he saw that Porphyria had already taken care of it. Hm. "Dead. Good." Those two words said so little, but were enough.
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ic:Christian didn't want to deliberatlely hurt Grim. If he did, he would have gripped her neck like a vice and bit down until it broke his jaw. Instead, when she squirmed away, he slackened his grip as she rolled off of him. Rolling around to get to his feet, the dog didn't hesitate one bit. A tick off beat could end up killing you in a real fight. He instead dove for her feet, aiming to knock her to the ground by hitting the backs of her knees and buckling them.
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ic:Christian sat by Porphyria, twitching his ears as he listened to the announcements. There were promotions, and an alliance with BloodClan. That was a load of bull. He hated them very much, as they had torn away his innocence and ripped his mental state apart. He'd become emotionless because of them, and now he couldn't even have his revenge? That was a load of bull. Well, looks like he'd be leaving soon, then. He needed to be in a place that was enemies with RiverClan and BloodClan, seeing as he hated both. Goodbye, "Noblelands."
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ic:Welp, Christian was here. This was group number three on his test of where to live, and so far he was disappointed with the previous two. RiverClan was a load of traitors who he hated, and The Noblelands had a lot of problems. So he was trying out Knights of Eden. But he needed to know some things first. So, speaking without full sentences as the son of Tino had always done, he cleared his throat and opened his mouth. "Joiner. Christian Parker. Need to know, BloodClan and RiverClan ally or enemy?"
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ic:Christian growled. "Already said. Listen. BloodClan and RiverClan ally or enemy?" Sheesh, was this guy deaf? How obnixous that the dog would have to repeat himself.
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ic:Christian stared at Arthur. That was Tino's husband, right? Or more of, ex-husband. Hmph. His mother deserved to be left behind. "No war? Pfft. Goodbye." Forget about joining. The dog was gone.
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ic:Someone was leaving. Fine, their choice. It wouldn't affect Christian in the slightest, seeing as he hadn't known them or cared about them. Sure, they were a "Clan mate" or whatever, but the dog didn't have any personal connection to them. So he would shrug, turn around, and leave. No reason to stick around crying over spilled milk that was rotten in the first place.
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ic:Since he was making this thread, others better not underestimate him. Christian was young, but he was fierce. He had taught himself to not give in to pain and to not let it slow him down. When he was hurt he wouldn't stumble, wouldn't stop, wouldn't whine. He would use it to make himself stronger. If he had a sprained ankle he would walk on only that ankle for a week. If he had a cut, he would refuse to heal it. Maybe that would be the death of him. Probably, actually. But he didn't care. He could just get a new body, or whatever. It was all about the mind over the flesh, after all. So he would be sparring to strenghten himself. "Hey! Anyone up for a spar?" The four month old dog called.
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ic:Christian had been trying to climb a tree. Why would he, might be a plausible question. It was for his training that he was quite obsessive over. If he could climb and fight in the trees, then he could destroy any feline opponents that thought they could escape him that way. So he'd been hooking his claws into the tree for quite a while, scrabbling his way up the bark in an attempt to scale it. But it hadn't been working. He wasn't built the right way. Did that slow the pup down? The answer really was quite obvious to that. Of course not. However, as he'd been hitting the tree with each jump, he'd been shaking it to a greater extent that it should have been. A bird's nest toppled off of a lower branch, the eggs landing straight on the dog's head. And they exploded, naturally. Right on his head. He cried out, lunging backwards and wiping at his eyes to get the disgusting premature birds off of his head. "OFF! OFF, DISGUSTING BEASTS!"
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ic:Something soft and sweet? Hmph. Didn't sound like it would improve Christian's strenght at all. And that was all he really cared about, all he was striving for in life. He wanted to get stronger, stronger, stronger so that he could murder the one who'd tortured him and then murder his mother. But until then, he had to tolerate things like Grim, who were apparently obsessed with this pudding. "Pudding won't help training. Pudding no good."
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ic:Christian narrowed his eyes. What, she thought he couldn't handle her as a snow leopard? Hmph. He woud show her. Maybe she had a year or so on him with experience, and maybe she was a lot larger and faster and stronger, but he could put up a good fight too. "You underestimate me. Do what you think you win as."
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ic:"Jokes aren't for fighting." Christian curled his lip, growling. Did she think this was all a joke? Did she think it was funny to fight someone his size and age? Well, he wasn't laughing. And she wouldn't be. He wouldn't be holding back at all. The dog was determined to win this. Bunching his muscles as if he were going to leap, Christian focused on a space above her. Preparing to leap, he instead dove downwards, aiming to slide underneath her and hit the backs of her knees so that they would buckle.
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ic:Stupid thin branches, rattling when he butted his head against the tree. It wasn't as though he shook the literal tree-he was just a dog-but he did hit it, causing the thin branches in the upper parts of the tree to sway a bit. That was natural, something even the wind could do. It was too bad he was now covered in baby bird and slime. Glaring at Sylmae, the pup shook his head. "No! No help. Train by myself. Become stronger alone." Pfft, he didn't need HER help. He could do it himself! Looking at Grim with his gaze softening, he wiped a paw over his face to try and clear the goop out of his eyes. "Help from Grim appreciated."
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ic:Ugh. Those frogs were annoying. Like, seriously annoying. Christian had been hearing their croaking for what felt like ages, and he was getting quite sick of it. After barking at them to try and make them shut up, they just seemed to ignore him. Stupid, arrogant frogs. So, charging into their midst, the pup began to snap at them as they leaped past him. He lunged for one, his fangs snapping around its leg. He swung it towards the nearest tree, and as it hit the hard bark it shuddered, falling to the ground. It was alive, but barely. "Frogs annoying," he grumbled, his tail up as he was still enraged that they had dared to mess with him.
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ic:Christian had refused to get attached to things. He'd been attached once, a happy little bubbly puppy with a loving mommy and brother, but they'd both betrayed him. Stupid RiverClan. He would kill them all one day. Anyways, as Gray left he kept his emotionless expression on his face. Did he care? No. Would he ever? No. He didn't even offer a polite goodbye. Just snorted, shrugged, rolled his eyes, and left.
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ic:Christian curled his lip, growling at Lyrical. How dare he make fun of this situation? It wasn't funny. He was training to be better, to be able to win for this group. "Not funny." Yeah he was mean, but he also didn't care. He rolled his eyes, facing Grim. "Um . . . start with rag?" He needed something to wipe up the bird remains on his face.
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ic:Hmph. Pudding. Grim liked pudding, however, so Christian could tolerate it. Because the red panda was his only friend. However, he would not tolerate frogs. As they leaped over his head, he gripped two of them by their heads and bit down, crushing them inwards. They dropped from his jaws, dead almost instantly. Two down. More to go. Man, the dog hated frogs. And he didn't care what Sylmae thought about him.
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ic:Sylmae was a dragon. Wonderful. That benefitted the Clan and all, but there was no way Christian could take her on if he ever wanted to spar with her while she was in that form. Especially if she suddenly acquired elemental powers or something insane like that out of the blue. Ugh, stupid powers. Why did he have none, by the way? The dog flattened his ears, watching from a distance and not going any closer, not talking, no nothing. He wasn't currently in the mood.
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ic:Meh, pudding to the face was a good enough idea, but Christian doubted he would ever use it. Eggs seemed to be better at distractions from his own personal experience. However, Grim's pudding idea couldn't be bad. He may have to consider it, seeing as he would proably never eat the food that she seemed to love. And as she asked her next question about his training, his eyebrows raised. She was asking why? "Long story. I seek vengeance."
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ic:Christian didn't offer kind words or a nod of his head. He wasn't that genuine. He simply stared at Flavio as he made his departure, large brown eyes locked on the retreating figure. He didn't quite understand why someone would want to leave-would he be joining another group, an enemy one at that? That would be bad. And what were his reasons for leaving? Did he even have reasons? Until he knew the full story, the dog refused to be kind. So he stayed silent and in the shadows, watching.
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