Posts by COREY !!

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  • bravery is honor - o, gifts

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    [justify][sub]"Thank you, mister!" Corey mewed as she padded over, tipping the basket with her paw slightly so she could peer inside.

  • EVIL ANGEL ' mandatory meeting

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    [justify][sub]At this point, Corey didn't know what to say about Whitecub having taken part in all this. The ocelot was taken aback and heartbroken most of all, but the startling reality still fell upon her, harsh and cold - she couldn't trust anyone here. The femme bristled at those who opposed; were they supportive of the clan's own downfall? Who was to say that they weren't conspirators as well? The cost of one life over the possibility or losing countless others would not be the end of the world; these days, nobody really stayed dead. The glint that passed her gaze was hidden beneath the mesh of her mask, and for a moment she was thankful no one could see the vengeance and disappointment that eroded her usually-happy expression.

  • well that's nice | open

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    [justify][sub]"Basking. Well, alright, as long as that's all you plan on doing," Corey muttered, taking a seat and tucking her tail around her front paws. "A big, happy family would be nice. But then again, some of the cousins are jerks, so they had to run off and make Jerkclan so they could stop ruining everyone's family reunions when they bring dead bodies to the potluck. So nowadays you have to pick between being a nice grandma, an annoying cousin, or that one uncle that wants to stay out of it. You can't be everyone at once." Anti, pro, neutral, whatever - she had a weird way of explaining things.

  • EVIL ANGEL ' mandatory meeting

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    [justify][sub]Well, an order was an order, even if she'd been fond of Bitter before all of this unraveled. Corey nodded sharply before getting up to leave.

  • EMPTY LIES >. open

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    [justify][sub]"I don't know why everyone's complaining." Corey muttered, uncharacteristically cold in her words. A look in her eyes portrayed the fact that she looked like she was trying not to strangle anything that moved. The femme glanced at the others before growling under her breath, "Everyone's just pissy because you said we're going anticlan beforehand. They think you're going to do this to everyone now, probably."

  • VANILLA TWILIGHT [Open, gone]

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    [justify][sub]Corey sniffed disdainfully, watching the drama play out without a word to say. Why should she speak on their behalves, when one of the lovers was someone she had now sworn to kill? The ocelot sighed before following Permafrost's footsteps and parting from the scene as well.

  • EMPTY LIES >. open

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    [justify][sub]"Mh," Corey agreed, shrugging her shoulders as she gave her tail a flick. She wasn't going to admit that she now saw Permafrost as a lower-level god after watching him strike down that tree, but at least she could show him that she respected his opinion. What better way to idolize? The femme drew out the sword that dangled across her back, wiping her paw down the flat of the blade and inspecting for damage as she responded, "Either would make for an interesting punishment. I'm not a fan of those who betray my trust in favor of pretending they're just some cute, innocent kid... Just keep in mind you're not the only one waiting for her to show her face again, Perma."

  • Colouredclan Chat and Plot Thread! (nEEERDS)

    permafrost. wrote:


    trust me permafrost is 100% done
    he had to deal with this before in sunclan (when he literally made minor changes and everyone lOST THEIR MINDS)


    so hes just like
    "shut up before i eat you all"


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    [justify][sub]kavinsky still wants to fight him over that
    he holds grudges for ridiculous lengths of time

  • YEAH ] open

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    [justify][sub] What could Corey say about the whole situation? She knew very little about it except for what she'd learned during the meeting - perhaps that made her a perfect candidate of brainwashing and opinion-swaying, but in her heart she truly did feel betrayed by everyone involved, even Permafrost. Who could she trust? It just seemed so hard to choose when one side was said to be lead by a killer, and the other by a liar.
    She couldn't help feeling wary, either. As she spotted the kit she'd once considered a friend, the femme froze, stopping to push back some undeniable urge to wring the truth out from Whitecub's neck. Tell me your secrets, why did she do it? Guilt ebbed in Corey's chest as she padded towards her.
    "Whitecub," she sighed, gaze skimming the bloodied kill without any feeling portrayed in their reflection. She didn't feel the need to say more - it wasn't worth speaking her mind right now.

  • you can't have everything [Private; Corey]

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    [justify][sub] It seemed Corey was in a similar situation - she'd come to Colouredclan as a kind of refugee, trying to escape the inevitable downfall of her small team, who had attempted to seize control of what little territory they had been able to scramble for amongst gangs and syndicates. She grew up surrounded by rough-and-tough rogues that didn't hesitate to absorb her goodness and exchange it for coldblooded brutality, all of which she kept bottled up with a face of happiness slapped on to mask it. (No pun intended there.) She'd learned in her excursions that no one was worth her full trust but the small family she had, and no one was ever truly good; they only waited for the right moment to lose their inhibitions. That was how her friends had fallen apart - they let their guard down too fast and thought they could take on the world, but just weren't prepared for the hellfire that scattered them into hiding.
    Colouredclan, to her, was temporary; they'd all come back for her one day! They'd pretend that nothing went wrong! But deep down, the pull in her gut said that she was on her own now.
    Maybe that was why she was so wary of Hashtaganthems when she saw him creeping about in the city. She herself had been wandering around in an attempt to relive a sense of nostalgia that the territory kindled within her; she hadn't quite expected to see others out this early. Her katana made a soft clink against the buckles that slung it around her shoulder with each otherwise soundless step as she made her way down the empty sidewalks. She hadn't forgotten to hang her mask from the hilt of the blade in case she saw a Sunclanner wandering about, as they were nothing but target practice in her eyes and she wouldn't dare hesitate to take them out now that Permafrost had given the command. Come to think of it, all of that drama had only served to prove her right - as it turned out, Bitterpaw and her conspirators weren't as trustworthy as she'd believed when she first met them. Corey growled softly, diverting her eyes towards the ground and focusing on the running cracks her paws traced as she walked.
    The sound of a canine's claws on concrete had caught her by surprise as she went about pondering these thoughts, snapping her back into reality. Her skinny frame ducked into the shelter of an alley almost by instinct, in which she pulled her mask over her head to hide the mixed anger and fear that had etched itself onto her expression. Without waiting to see who, exactly, had interrupted her walk (which was a foolish act in itself), the ocelot lunged out from hiding with a shout, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?!"

  • glow with maternity / open : birthing / my ass

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    [justify][sub] Corey was about to say "all that blood isn't normal", but boy oh boy, did actions speak louder than words. The ocelot's mouth went agape at the sight of the malformed fetus - she could slice necks like she was cutting butter, but babies had a soft spot in her heart and this was slowly becoming more and more unbearable to watch. "Miss? I'm sorry, but -" She went silent as she watched the life simply drain out from Poppypaw's body. This wasn't how birth was supposed to go, she was sure of it. She wasn't sure if she was apologizing for the newborn or Poppypaw's passing as she added in a soft whisper, "...Sorry."