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  • Never mind [open. && gifts?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=10][color=white]even the young lion cub knew what the smell that the exiles wore. so when he came upon this baskets he stopped and froze a foot away, very confused. why the hell would the exiles be giving bloodclan gifts? The exiles had no allies, there was no point! deciding to stay back, beau took a step back. the gifts were probably tampered with.

  • GIFTS | POUND THE ALARM

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=10][color=white]beau walked up to the coyote, brows furrowed. he smelled like a cat he saw earlier, one that mel can shooed away cause they were enemies. whatever, as long as he don't attack then hopefully they'd be okay. "what are you doing on bloodclan territory?" he asked, eyeing the baskets. what's with all the basket's? everyone seemed to be giving them out.

  • SCRIBBLED OUT THE TRUTH WITH THEIR LIES ✪ open, colouredclanner + dual alliance

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=10][color=white]beau was not in any position accept anybody, but the young lion seemed to always find people who needed high positions first. it was his specialty apparently. walking towards the female, he let out a sigh. why did so many people come to the borders! he walked out here to get peace and quiet. not find every stray that wondered this way. "name an business," spoke the white male in a monotone voice.

  • running from home || OPEN || CAPTURED

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=8][color=white]thread were deviant is holding beau - feel free to post to go save him ; clicky


    the young male was out walking the borders. he rarely met any bloodclanners out here, they all stayed closer to camp. his sole reason for this was because he hated company. nobody could keep up with beau when he was out exploring so he normally just did it by himself. due to never finding anyone on a normal day, beau was lost in his thoughts, not paying attention to his surroundings as he meandered around. he thought mostly of what he could be one day. he could lead this clan, much like how both his parents were on there way of doing just that. his mother, marina, is one of the vice-leader's and 1/3 of the bitch trio. his father, lucifer, was a deputy, one position below his mother. he had people in high places, and it helped to make beau feel safer, which is another reason he wasn't paying attention. he didn't believe someone would be stupid enough to capture or harm him.


    //mobile so sorry for any mistakes.

  • running from home || OPEN || CAPTURED

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=8][color=white]//that'll be fine


    beau didn't see the attack coming, didn't hear the male's footsteps, nor did he hear the whoosh of wind as ringtone lunged at him. the lion cub, however, did feel as a set of paws connected with his shoulders. normally, beau might have been able to get free of the enemies grasp before he hit the ground, but this time was different. this animal weighed, what seemed to be, a ton, and yet beau couldn't even see him! snarling as he got pinned to the ground, beau took his back paws and aimed to rake his claws against ringtone's stomach. beau had no clue what was going on, he was scared and all he thought about was what would happen if he died. would his mother reap him? or would she send someone, a reaper, to collect his soul.

  • running from home || OPEN || CAPTURED

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=8][color=white]beau snarled as he realized that his lame attempt at harming his capture failed. he didn't know what to do, and as ringtone appeared, beau just got more and more scared. he clenched his eyes shut, breathing raggedly as he felt something sharp envelop him. he let out a small whine as he felt the darkness coming and choking him. he went limp in the riverclanner's grasp, shaking and whimpering. beau was having a panic attack, and it was a great time too. not.

  • PRINCE OF THE FOREST || open ||

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=10][color=white]beau let go of the elk and stepped back, his eyes narrowed as he watched the elk strain for air, for his heart to beat blood that would stay in his body, not poor from his neck. beau didn't feel any different, he didn't feel stronger or weaker, no guilt clawed at his heart. he felt the same, and that in itself was scary. shaking his head to clear it, the lion walked off for a second, going and finding a patch of strong smelling flowers. quickly, he grabbed as many as he could and walked to the dead leader. he layed then net to his body, eyes watering from the strong fragrance already. the plants would cover his scent, he did not need to bring a war back home with him.


    standing next to ferdinand's body, beau kept his claws unsheathed and aimed to begin at working to tear the remaining muscle and bone of his neck. beau was taking a prize. ferdinand's head. quickening his pace, beau struggled to remain calm. last thing he wanted right now was to be found. so the lion worked at the muscle and fat, until the only thing left connected was bone. quickly, beau striked with his paw, severing the elk's head from the rest of his body. he was finished, finally. beau went down and picked up the head with his jaws, and walked from the territory. leaving only a headless body, and the scent of wild flowers.

  • running with the homeboy called war | OPEN | BLOODY PRIZE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=10][color=white]//mobile so sorry about any mistakes


    beau reeked, and not like dirt or sweat or anything like that. no, the young, white lion smelled very strongly of the dominion. it was not something he was hiding either, as he walked through the territory back to camp. he was showing off and he did not give a fuck. his head was high and his houlder's were back. the marcifer offspring looked regal, and he knew it. his attitude screamed confidence and a glint was in his eye. he pretty much looked like a jerk, douchebag celebrity that young girls raved over. except one small detail, beau was carrying an elk's severed and bloody head.


    beau had been busy the last hour or so. he had gone to the dominion's territory and manage to find one of its inhabiters close to a border. so, being the bloodclanner the lion was, he attacked and killed the bastard; as well as cutting off the head to bring back as a prize and show what he had done. one more thing about the elk he managed to kill. its name is ferdinand. as in the ferdinand, that ran the dominion. beau had managed to kill the leader of one of their most hated enemies. boy, was beau jumping for joy.

  • bourbon street | private + beau

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=8][color=white]//it's fine. it happens && mobile


    beau listened as the feline talked, and let out a small chuckle at her response to his cat lady comment. he was pretty proud of that if he did say so himself. as for a sass battle, beau could hold his own, until o course he ran out of creative replies, as he often did after about fifth one. he was still young, he hadn't have time to think about enough replies just yet. he knew Mel could most likely out sass him, but beau wouldn't go down without a fight. his ego was already too big.


    "i like that we have tons of raids, but i'm to young to go on any so that sucks. also, what's with all the gifts clans are giving us, are we planning on returning the favor?" he added the question to hopefully make the fourth their think. it was a valid question, and given through a nice reply to an okay question to ask in hopes off not starting a sass battle that would have been hella fun.

  • running with the homeboy called war | OPEN | BLOODY PRIZE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=10][color=white]beau gave the two arrivals a nod, as he set down the head, stretching out his jaw as well. it was hard actually carrying the elk head, it wasn't small. turning to yukine beau furrowed his brows. he didn't seem pleased but the cub wouldn't comment on it.


    //FYI, ferdy isn't truly dead, he has tons of other bodies he uses, beau just killed his old elk body, so ya

  • running with the homeboy called war | OPEN | BLOODY PRIZE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px][justify][size=10][color=white]beau smiled at the compliments and gave an extra nod of greeting to oblivion and marina. he was proud of himself too, and he was glad he had managed to cover his scent as well. he wasn't going to bring down a war on his family because of his first kill. turning to mel, beau nodded at her suggestion, it was a good one. "i'll put it on a spike and once it's just bones i'll keep it in my room," he said, loud enough for others to hear but said it mostly to himself. seemed like a good plan.