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[justify][sub] So maybe Corey was feeling kind of mopey again. She had a habit of wondering where her friends were hiding out, and if they even survived after they all split up - it was for their safety, anyway, but Corey just hoped "it" worked out alright. The ocelot sighed, looking for prey while she patrolled the border alone.
#ccopencorey
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[justify][sub]"Well, then you're accepted," Corey hummed as she sidled out from where she'd been watching the potential joiner. Flicking an ear, she greeted, "You know, auto-acceptance. 'M Corey."
/rushed
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[justify][sub]"No, no," Corey muttered determinedly, turning over the hilt of her blade in her paws, "I wanna know if she's perfect. If she isn't, then she learns a lesson - if she wins, then the embarrassment's on me." Maybe Corey tried to be happy-go-lucky when she could, but she took her training seriously; and while she knew she wasn't perfect, she hated being told that what she specialized in was useless. The ocelot squinted. She had a feeling that this could get interesting.
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[justify][sub]Corey padded over curiously after hearing an exchange, before spotting the kit. She could smell the Exile's scents on her pelt, and bristled as she put two and two together. "Are you alright, miss? Did you get hurt over there?"
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[justify][sub] She thought about that one for a moment, genuinely considering whether or not she wanted to give or take scars to remember this by. Sheathing her katana and claws, he grunted disdainfully, "Hm... Fine." That didn't mean she wouldn't try to punch the lights out of this one, though, as her condescension was wearing her good mood thin. The ocelot stooped to slide her weapon and strap off her shoulders before kicking it aside, then waved a paw for the rest of the group to step back. Turning back to Tourmaline, she smirked. "The first move's yours."
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[justify][sub]Corey's nest was empty, and any usual place where she could've been found were stale of any scent she carried. In a small clearing by the border's edge, though, the mixed scent of her own identity and an Exile's were combined in what seemed to have been a small fight that didn't end well for the femme.
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[justify][sub]"So he went to the nearest village!" Corey piqued, smiling as she took a seat.
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[justify][sub]Corey listened first, looking around at the others awkwardly before murmuring, "I don't know if my best friends are dead or alive. I'm so lonely." When she'd been forced to split from the team of rogues she'd once been a part of, she lost contact with everyone she'd known. Whether they were surviving or not was something she didn't want to take the chance of guessing.
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[justify][sub]/nbd!
Despite the fact that the attack was so direct, Corey hadn't expected Tourmaline to take the fight so seriously within the first few moments of starting. So when the feline brought her paws down on Corey's head she only had a moment to try and shift out of the way, but it didn't make the move any less effective. Her teeth gave an audible click as her muzzle snapped shut under the force, and a dizzy haze crept into her peripheral vision. "G-God, chill out..." The ocelot staggered back, squinting as she gritted her teeth to regain her concentration. A red mist had come down over her; now she wasn't planning on offering any mercy.
Corey lunged forward, swinging out her left forepaw to try and tag Tourmaline across the nose with breaking force. Successful or not, the wildcat would withdraw and dig her forepaws into the dirt to steady herself as she swung a hind leg out from the right, aiming to roundhouse Tourmaline on the side of her chest in hopes of knocking the wind out of her.
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[justify][sub] Corey trudged over the border in silence, looking back occasionally to see if her clanmate was following along. Her mask hung off her face with just as much of a lack of expression as the face underneath. They weren't badly injured - Corey still had a few gashes from the initial kidnapping, but other than that they were fine - or at least well enough to make it back safely. "You still there?" the ocelot called quietly as she turned, motioning for Crushed to follow.
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[justify][sub] Despite the fact that the rodent's innards were hanging out of its neck and it was a bloodied mess, Corey wouldn't mind doting on the cub for making her first successful catch. The ocelot beamed, exclaiming, "Wow, you really did a good job there! I can barely keep up with rabbits, they're too fast for me."
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[justify][sub]"Congrats, Sunpaw!" Corey hummed, giving a grin. A celebration would be nice, seeing as the newly-made apprentice deserved it. Tentatively, the ocelot added, "If you ever need someone to train you, you could ask me, 'kay?"
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[justify][sub] Ugh - Corey had just gotten back, and the Exiles were already stealing up more of her friends? She'd have to ask to raid them or something, because they seriously needed a good beat-down. Then again, Coloredclan would need an ally or two to help them out while they retrieve their captured members... "We'll get'cha back," she sighed with a look of determination after coming across the mixed scents and herbs.
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[justify][sub] Corey found her way over to the leader's den, a frown ceasing her expression into a cold look that very few saw out of her. The ocelot flicked her tail as she padded in, mewing, "Hello? There's something I'd like to discuss with the higher-ups."
no spying, please :x
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[justify][sub]HP needed: Commander; or whoever is allowed to order/lead raids
Thread: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=2012558
Reason: Requesting a raid on The Exiles
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[justify][sub]"Well..." Corey shifted to sit down before her one-man audience, smiling politely despite the fact that she was practically fuming. "The Exiles are becoming a nuisance. They've captured three of our members as far as I'm aware - including myself - and I'd like to raid them, in hopes of rescuing whoever's there right now. Maybe we can ask one of our larger allies to help?"
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[justify][sub]"Gah!" Corey squeaked as a water balloon hit her in the face, grimacing before scrambling behind a concrete slab and gathering up whichever balloons were in her reach. The ocelot poked her head out to throw a balloon across the no-man's land that become of the clearing, aiming to hit Whitecub back.
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[justify][sub]Corey hummed in thought. "Maybe Radicalclan or Windclan, just no one too big or too small. We should give them some time to prepare, though, so we don't put them on the spot after we launch the attack."
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[justify][sub]She nodded. "Of course. I'll go to Radicalclan first, and if the raid starts getting out-of-hand we'll consider Windclan our back-up. I couldn't really see them denying help in an emergency, so I think it'll be alright." Pausing, she'd add before she went, "Does that mean... I can lead this?"
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[justify][sub] Corey wasn't sure how this would work out - she barely knew of any other clan besides her own, being an ex-loner and all, but she could only hope that all her plans went smoothly despite the fact that she didn't even know how Radicalclan would respond to her requests. A few lives were at stake, after all, which was the reason why she was coming here to ask for help.
The ocelot bounced on her paws, tail flicking around her ankles in her nervousness. She waited for a moment, hesitant to see if anyone would stumble upon her before she tried to get the attention of passerby.
