Posts by COREY !!

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[justify][sub]"Alright! I'll get to it, then," the ocelot nodded and ran off, eager to get things started.
/thanks! unsubbing now

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[justify][sub]"Hey there," Corey nodded back, stopping to lick the dirt away from her chest fur. Jeez, not having the chance to groom herself really took its toll. "We're alright. What'd we miss?"

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[justify][sub] Corey wasn't trying to creep up on him; really, she wasn't, but the ocelot had a habit of going from over-talkative to dead-silent on a whim. Tonight just seemed like one of those nights. She held still for a moment, unsure of what Sunpaw was doing as he smeared blue across the walls, before realizing that he must've been attempting to make some kind of graffiti. "Hey, what'cha up to?" she finally asked after watching for a moment, a brow raised in curiosity. The acrid smell of wet paint was a little overbearing, but she didn't mind keeping company while Sunpaw worked. Hopefully she hadn't surprised him enough to make him mess up.

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[justify][sub] Corey slunk over, listening in curiosity. She hadn't heard of that place before - then again, she hadn't heard of a lot of places.

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[justify][sub]"Ah! I'm sorry!" the ocelot squeaked, shrinking back for a moment - then again, she thought as she composed herself, she wasn't really sorry. She just couldn't help the fact that she was good at creeping around, and most would come to figure that out in due time. Corey padded forward, looking at what Sunpaw had accomplished so far. "That's... Nice. Sorry, I don't really 'get' art. I mean, it's still cool, though." She gave Bitterpaw a nod in return as she arrived.

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[justify][sub]Corey leapt out of hiding like a total ninja, a number of water balloons dangling from her jaws where she carefully clasped them by their knots. As she raced across the clearing a couple of them burst, warranting muffled swears under her breath, but she managed to charge towards Whitecub without being hit by the barrage of attacks. Grinning wildly, she swung her head and attempted to dump her arsenal on the tigers head with a laugh that could've belonged to a villain. "That's for hitting me in the face, you turd!"

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[justify][sub]"Oh! Uh, hi!" Corey greeted back, and for a fleeting moment she feared her nerves would get the best of her. Swallowing down the mix of excitement and concern, the ocelot mewed, "I'm Corey, from Colouredclan. Can I speak to your leader privately, please?" Little did she know that she was speaking to the Empress already.

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[justify][sub]"Oh... Okay," Corey nodded, a little unsure of what to think of that. She didn't particularly mind it - she just wasn't entirely sure of what the anti-clanner lifestyle was like, since she hadn't been around for long. By the name, though, she'd figure it wasn't too different from any life she was accustomed to.

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[justify][sub]corey!

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[justify][sub] It seemed now was a good time for Corey to pretend she wasn't used to, nor gleefully surprised, by these little happenstances her clanmates were still getting accustomed to. Being apart of a rogue gang wasn't exactly all rainbows-and-sunshine in her case, and so Corey was exposed to multitudes of similar deaths and tortures in the past. You could say she was desensitized by now. But in order to keep from scaring her clanmates, Corey stepped back and attempted to shield Whitecub from the horrible sight, putting on a disgusted look. "Isn't that just lovely."

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[justify][sub] Corey swallowed and, for a moment, considered the danger of making her presence known to the leader as he literally threw a tree. Could he - or, would he - strike her down with the same force as well, with or without the lightning strike to match? The ocelot wasn't sure she could handle that.
"Uh... S'cuse me?" She hadn't exactly intended to speak, but maybe it was necessary after all of that. The ocelot crept out from where she'd been hiding, adding tentatively, "Is everything alright?"

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[justify][sub] Corey was one of the first Colouredclanners to charge out at Permafrost's call, her zebra mask tugged over her head and her katana gripped from the hole in its mouth. This'd be too much fun; she had plenty of energy to expend on this little battle.

/tags in sig, ask to post them if you're mobile

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[justify][sub]"Ah, sorry about that. I was hoping we could discuss this in private, to avoid any spying - you know, with super senses and all." Corey responded, mentally scolding herself for not realizing her mistake. "It's about battle plans."

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[justify][sub]"Well..." Corey's lip tugged to the side before falling into a flat line, and as the leader's ears fell back she instinctively felt her paws pick up to carry her backwards a step. What an impression he'd made on her. The femme waited for a moment to be electrocuted to death, but when nothing seemed to happen, the ocelot padded forward again to take a seat. "I don't exactly see those kinds of things too often."

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[justify][sub](i guess i could just say no spying from here on out, but i'mnot sure if you're able to do that on open threads?)

"Well," Corey began, glancing at Lacrimosa after she made her comment. The femme murmured in the lowest voice she could muster, "The Exiles have been capturing our members left and right, including myself, and I'll bet we aren't their only targets. I'm hoping we could attack them within the next few days, so we have ample time to prepare. Could you aid us in the raid?"

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[justify][sub] Corey sat towards the back of the crowd, a mixed look of fear and surprise laying cold on her face. Bitterpaw, of all, and now Sunpaw too. She thought this was a loving place, but could her own friends even be trusted? After all she'd been through, she knew her bonds with anyone were capable of breaking on a whim, and as Permafrost spoke the very word "traitor" she knew she'd only see the perpetrators as other targets of hers in the future.
When he asked who had heard her speaking of it, Corey paused to rack her brain for an answer - no, she couldn't have been told anything, as they rarely spoke. Any recollection of Bitterpaw mentioning the subject had slipped her mind. Watching Sunpaw step forward, the ocelot reached for her mask as it hung from the hilt of her blade, and drew it over her face in a brooding silence.

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[justify][sub]"Yeah, yeah, what's your name?" Corey parroted after Calum, more interested in how cute the little reptile was rather than what they were doing here. The ocelot aimed to poke him gently as she rambled, "Wait, a lizard? Does that make you a tiny dragon? 'Cause, like, dragons are super-dangerous and we've gotta follow the protocol around here. I don't know what the protocol is, though, I just made that up."

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[justify][sub]"Drawing what you see in your dreams..." The femme stepped back to get a good look at the whole thing, tilting her head this way and that like she was looking at a piece in the MoMA. Frankly, she still didn't get it. Corey lied through her teeth, "Sounds fun? Or, not, since it's keeping you awake..."