Posts by COREY !!

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub] So Corey had gotten around to breaking into old houses. Searching run-down apartments had become a kind of treasure hunt - she'd began acquiring ridiculous amounts of small knick-knacks and goodies within the past few days, all of which she'd hidden from most to revel over in her own time. The city was enormous, and she'd only covered about two apartment complexes, and she hadn't even tried every doorknob yet! Most rooms she found were empty with ceilings collapsed or with chasms yawning to reveal the basement several floors down, but the occasional room was accessible enough to search for leftover moving boxes or opened safes. This time, though, she was pretty sure she'd struck gold.
She'd noticed a particular apartment's window had been left open, and slipped inside to find that it was in perfect condition - furniture left untouched, kitchen cabinets stocked, even with running water and all. A thick layer of dust lined just about everything in sight and cockroaches scuttled across the floor - she had a feeling they were all heading towards the awful stench coming from the kitchen - but hopefully with a little digging they could scavenge some interesting goodies, no? The ocelot raced out the front door and hollered, "Hey guys, check out this place!"

#ccopencorey

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub] Corey had sworn to restrain herself, she really had, but this was too fun to pass up when Permafrost laid out the opportunity on a silver platter. First they converted to an anticlan, and now, with all the tension against Sunclan... She had to get in on the action.
She made quick work of her prey - two Sunclanners on patrol, just a little too close to the border to be considered safe from Corey's katana and pent frustration. She stalked them for quite some time, before jumping the pair as they stopped for a hunt, her mask pulled over her face to hide her identity in the case that they were ever revived. She had to be cautious, right? Without a sense of remorse, the ocelot cornered them, first plunging her sword into the heart of the first before withdrawing and slashing the throat of the other. But that wasn't gory enough for her; Corey took the two by their scruffs and bashed their heads together, over and over until their brain matter was combining in a sluggishly-dripping pool on the ground and their faces were hardly recognizable. Satisfied at last, she turned and left without bothered to hide her scent - what other clan had a bone to pick with them, anyway?

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]"Congrats," Corey nodded, without much else for her to say.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]Corey stood on top of a pile of rubble, her mask hanging off her face and a glint of anger in the eyes that laid behind it. "This is too damn overdue - we're raiding the Exiles with Radicalclan! I already cleared all of this with Eternal and made plans with the Rads days ago, I think this'll serve to take our minds off of other drama, right?" She hoped they didn't have too many qualms - they were an anticlan now, so they deserved the chance to mess with any enemy clan (especially those who captured multitudes of Colouredclanners with nothing done about it). Besides, who didn't want to mess with The Exiles once in a while?

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=2016010

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub] Corey wasn't sure why she was going on this field trip - she didn't care about history, and would probably only steal exhibits and gift shop t-shirts when the security guards weren't looking. The femme wore a teal-and-orange silk varsity jacket, and simple jeans paired with... No shoes. She complained that wearing shoes was "restricting" to her, and with enough arguing and borderline-tantrum-throwing she'd convinced the school board to allow her to stub her toes as many times a day as she wanted. Her long, dark hair fell down her shoulders in waves and closely matched her dark brown eyes, and for once she'd combed it all out properly. She actually looked pretty nice, overall. That was a rarely-given compliment in this school.
The highschool junior paid no mind to all of the talking and shouting outside the bus, and instead found a seat towards the back where Mr. Permafrost couldn't keep his eye on her so closely.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]"Unless the basket is full of corpses," Corey grumbled bluntly. Oh, was this because of her? She sure hoped so, really, because then she get the chance to show Sunclan how she really felt about them in revenge - again. And then she could go back and do it again after that. And, like the cycle of life, it'd end when she finally gave out and died as well. Huffing, the ocelot muttered, "You know what? I think Ill do just that."

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]"UUGGHH," Corey whined in a loud sigh as she threw her head back dramatically. "I was sleeping, jerks!" Well, whatever; she pulled her mask over her face and brandished her katana, gripping the hilt in her jaws and taking a blind swing that decapitated an NPC Sunclanner in one blow. Appearing nonchalant, the zebra-masked femme walked into the fray and waited for Fargo to dive again - when he did, she'd slash at the deputy, aiming to score a gash across their chest or feathered underbelly.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]Corey thought torturing was useless unless there was information to be obtained - usually she just became too frustrated with the tedious process, and ended up putting her paw through the victim's head or something of the like. Perhaps this would serve to be educational for her; she sure hoped so. The ocelot took a seat silently, posture straight and her tail neatly laid across her paws.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]"...I was going to take this seriously before the note," Corey grumbled under her breath, before deftly scaling the tree to let the corpse down. Once it'd been laid on the ground, the ocelot descended and remarked to the group, "She'll crawl back sooner or later once she realizes we don't care." She paused, staring ahead determinedly as her brow furrowed slightly. "And then I will impale her."

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]Corey trotted over curiously, silently observing the others before unwrapping a number of lollipops and trying to shove as many as she could into her mouth.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]"'Kay, I wanna," Corey responded bluntly, clamoring up the rock pile to stand before her. "What're the rules? And are we gonna fight on this pile of junk? Because, y'know, that's counterproductive."

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub] Of course, Corey didn't care about her scent as she raced through Sunclan territory - she wanted them to know she was a frequent visitor, and that Colouredclan wouldn't back down regardless of raid and counterattacks. This was just so much fun, at this point!
She'd gathered up a nice group of targets through her chasing and kidnapping, and slashed each of them from chin to stomach, which allowed her to dump their organs into a basket she'd brought just for the occasion. She then disposed of each body - some of them even kits - and returned to drape a blanket over the surprise "present", which would hopefully give an awful shock to anyone foolish enough to look inside. She looked over her work, gave an approving nod, and dashed off.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]"Hello," Corey greeted as she padded over, "Name and business?"

/rushed

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]"I'm Corey, hey." The femme was oddly quiet today, dark eyes directed up at the cougar with as sense of caution. She didn't see anything particularly wrong, but something about him just seemed... False. It didn't seem to pose any particular danger, though, so she saw it best to just brush away this strange premonition and wait to see his real demeanor before she made any sort of judgement. Perhaps she was just paranoid, what with all the traitors lately.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]/gently pushes corey
ships.
shiiiiips.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]Corey stood dead silent and still, staring at the note like it meant a life to her. Her lower lip wobbled slightly before he ground her teeth into it, nearly drawing blood with the force of her bite. Was this how it was going to be? All of her friends abandoning her one by one until she was alone again? She thought being separated from the Fans had been enough, but now his clanmates were leaving her, too. She just couldn't win. "I-It's not fair," the ocelot whispered, coming to stand beside Permafrost because in any case she didn't want to hear what the others had to say.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px; border color: transparent]
[justify][sub]Yeah, Corey was dead. She just died peacefully in her sleep.
She'd come back sooner or later if Musey got the muse to play her again later on.