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    "Isn't 'glorious Sitri' a bit of a stretch?" Pyrrhicwar questioned, snickering somewhat to himself as he approached. The black caracal took a seat beside Pumpkinpaw, nodding quickly to the feline. His attention quickly reverted to Sitri once more, smile curling at the corner of his lips. "I was thinking more along the lines of, hmm, 'mediocre Sitri?'" the jarl said, humming as if he considered some better adjectives. "Or 'semi-decent Sitri?'"




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    Pyrrhicwar, having seen only a bit of the previous topic, decided to avoid it all together. The dark caracal approached, head raised high and eyes jumping from person to person in the small group. He eventually took a seat beside Lostboy, nodding a short greeting to the berserker. "I'm Pyrrhicwar. I believe we also met at the border." he introduced, attention fixing on Violinstring. "How do you like ShadowClan so far?" Pyrrhicwar inquired, deciding that would be his question. Sure, she was new, but it wasn't too hard to get immersed in their community and he didn't doubt she already had at least something of an opinion on it.



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    //NO GEAR N O THIS IS N O T OK



    Pyrrhicwar wasn't greeted with a note on his door - in fact, he didn't have a door, so it wasn't a surprise. The indecisive jarl hadn't quite found a good home yet, so he was still exploring. The main island provided a lot of housing, with several cabins and little homes to warm up in. He was, however, disrupted upon his house-hunting when a piece of paper crackled beneath a forepaw. Confused, the black caracal investigated the note.


    As he did, Pyrrhicwar's heart sped up. It took him a moment to realized it was signed - by none other than Set. Alarmed, the jarl dropped the note and hurried toward what he'd hoped was Set's house. After all, Pyrr had seen the canine pass in and out of that particular cabin and he could only assume that was where the other jarl was. Naturally, the house was silent upon his intrusion. Glancing around, Pyrrhicwar rushed toward the first open door he saw, and thanked whatever gods there were that it was the right room


    How long could one survive without breathing? Whatever it was, it wasn't long enough. Pyrrhicwar, drastically aware of the imaginary ticking clock, yanked some blankets from the bed to the floor beneath the sha creature. Blessed with legs for jumping, the caracal then leapt, slashing at the rope in hopes break it. If all went well, the roughly fifteen second ordeal would succeed in a not-so-well Setekh on the blanketed floor, rather than the noose.



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    "Hmm," the caracal considered the idea. It wasn't bad, certainly, and it could mesh well with his previous idea too. Pyrrhicwar nodded slowly, chewing on the inside of his lip. "That makes sense. I'm pretty interested in the idea of having people spy under some sort of pseudonym or fake identity. We could do both, though. Like, say, I could be one to check weekly meetings of our enemies, but only enemies who don't already have a ShadowClan spy stationed in them. Make sense?" Pyrrhicwar tried, a metaphorical eyebrow raised somewhat. "Like, err," he paused, reconsidering his wording so it wouldn't sound so awkward. "I'll ask a few people if they'd be interested in spying and assign them a place to go. The enemies without anyone assigned to them would be the places I'd visit — like sneak in with super senses, or whatever you think best — and get information from meetings."



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    but literally sitri's fucking ask thing rn im crying


    BUT IM ALSO CRYING BC SET
    don't worry pyrr is like ???? the fuck is a note i just want 2 kno why ur dying m8
    man i think they'd be cute asf together if they weren't so,,, similarly broken??
    either way they'd be p cute tbh


    but omg i'm really trying to hold on to the muse i have so it doesn't go away omfg

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    pYRR AND SET WOULD B SO GOOD BUT
    tbh pyrr is still mourning gwyn like the wiDOW HE IS
    but man if ur up for it i'm up for it ??
    pyrr's been single for too gd long anyway

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    we SHOULD omg the plots


    bc mr. asshole aka sitri flirting with everyone and pyrr's just like "?? c'mon man i'm ur son's bf don't do this"


    yes this has to happen i'm makin a thread once baby set is revived



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    like 60 jesus
    i'M IN TEARS omgf




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    Success.


    When Set was on the ground, murmuring and alive, Pyrrhicwar exhaled. He heard his breathing, as loud as the calming blood rush in his ears, accompanied by pounding of his skull. He'd just saved a life - Set's life - and it worked. There were several flaws in his plan - the blankets had been a weak attempt, the slice of the noose was a bit reckless and god, he'd cut it close. Too close. Pyrrhicwar couldn't fathom the outcome if he'd hesitated, if he'd slowed down. As his rapid heartbeat slowed, he began to make out what Set was saying.


    "Wha — wait, no, wait," Pyrrhicwar said with an outstanding choice of words. "No, hey, don't be sorry. You've got nothing to be sorry for." the jarl continued, conjuring up a soft towel to dab at the blood he could see. Making quick work of the torn rope by tossing it aside, the black caracal chewed anxiously on his lip. For now, the jarl was going to ignore the truth in the sha creature's words - right now, he was determined to make sure Set didn't bleed out on the bedroom floor.


    "We really need a medic." The black caracal stated obviously, gently pressing the soft cloth towel to part on Set's neck where he bled most. "Don't be sorry, Set," he murmured again, averting his eyes from the wounded canine. Pyrrhicwar wasn't exactly the most comforting person, but he was really doing his best. With his emotion manipulation, the jarl attempted to channel calm feelings to the anxious Setekh, but the caracal's meager "supply" of that particular emotion wouldn't likely help much.





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    Naturally, Whit was far too uncreative to think up a realistic name and settled for the same one as always. Pyrr ran his fingers through his hair, ignoring how it fell from its previously neat state. Dateless, the junior didn't really have plans to do anything besides hang with his friends or dance with some cute boys. After grabbing a cup of flavorful punch, Pyrr took a seat beside Stella, flashing her a smile in greeting.



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    omg i can't believe i didn't see this before???


    [size=21pt]IC AWARDS[/size][hr][hr]Best HP- Rookfeather
    Best semi-HP- Lostboy
    Most developed charrie- Set
    Smartest charrie- Paintbrush
    Most badass charrie-
    Friendliest charrie- Spanishlullaby
    Funniest/Wittiest charrie- Roosterteeth
    Rudest charrie- Athena
    Sexiest charrie- Pyrrhicwar no uhm
    Most perverted charrie- Sitri
    Most likely to start WW3- Athena
    Most likely to eat an entire pumpkin- Radio
    Most likely to befriend everyone- Rookfeather
    Most likely to bomb everyone-
    Most likely to become leader- Span lmao
    Most likely to trip on air- Setekh sorry my CHILD
    Most likely to die because of a pebble-
    Most likely to get exiled- Sitri
    Best canon ship- SHIT
    Best non-canon ship- can i vote mySELF HERE??


    [size=21pt][font=georgia]OOC AWARDS[hr][hr][size=10][font=georgia]Most active peep- ?
    Friendliest peep- silvy prob
    Funniest peep- GEAR
    Best with making plots peep- ehh
    Most museful peep-
    Most creative peep-


    noT DONE

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    Right now, Pyrrhicwar found bliss on their most tropical island. An oddity, found between a freezing blizzard island and a volcanic, magma-filled island. Despite that, the island was quite relaxing compared to the others; Pyrrhicwar found the lake to be gorgeous and very soothing. He found himself drifting around in the lake, floating easily and occasionally pushing away from the shore if he got too close to it. The crystal clear water was surprisingly foliage-free, meaning he didn't have to deal with the annoying flecks of seaweed catching on his limbs as he drifted around.



    //rushed

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    "That's understandable. Thank you." Pyrrhicwar nodded, in reference to the thing about neutrals. "On a completely different topic, do I have permission to get a dual alliance? I'm not sure I'm even going to go through with the idea, but I was considering WindClan, BlizzardClan, or SunClan." the jarl said, shifting in his spot. Pyrrhicwar was truly wary on the idea, because he'd been rooted in ShadowClan his entire life. WindClan had the potential for him to see relatives, but SunClan and BlizzardClan would be unfamiliar new experiences. Indecisive as always, apparently.