Posts by DANGERCUB

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Dangerpaw padded up next to his father, brow furrowed in concern. He hadn't met this person, but he assumed that they mattered just as much as any other Clanmate. He stayed silent, watching Lucid through indigo optics. The feline seemed to be concerned about Gameover; and if he was, then the cheetah was too.
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The cheetah, still oddly solemn and silent, offered a nod of understanding towards Imperialstar. Even so, he did not speak. He just shuffled his paws, and looked down at them. Of course he had faith in Imperialstar, and in the group as a whole. It was just... it seemed overwhelming to even think about that much right now. That mental torture had really messed him up.

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Dangerpaw had been recovering greatly from his mental torture in The Exiles. He was a bit more stable, but still not as bouncy and responsive. Not to mention the fact that he hadn't been talking. The apprentice decided that today, he would try. Instead of keeping silent and thinking he would try to go out and talk again. As long as nobody asked him about his torture, he supposed he would be okay.

The king cheetah had seated himself at the edge of camp, tail aimlessly flicking. Hopefully someone would come by and talk to him.

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Dangerpaw looked to Annabelle, his eyes getting slightly brighter. He had decided that he had taken a liking to the smaller cub. He flattened his ears, and offered a weak smile to her. As she questioned him, he only answered with a nod of agreement.

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Dangerpaw's indigo eyes flickered up to his father. He assured himself it was okay; speaking was only going to help him. Instead of nodding, like he now usually did, he spoke. "Yeah, I'm getting better, I think," He confessed.

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"Right, right," He nodded towards his father and brother. He managed a very weak smile at them. As Serena arrived, he simply gave a dip of his head in agreement.

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"Huh?" Dangerpaw questioned, staring at the bird. He had to admit; he did like her new pretty white feathers. He wished he could fly! "Impavid? Come back!" The cheetah called out, looking concerned. He stood to his paws, ready to chase after her if she flew too far.

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Dangerpaw really wanted to know why his father was with that girl. It wasn't like he thought badly of it or anything; he just was curious. What had happened while he was gone? Almost as soon as he had arrived, the two had left. Maybe he'd ask Lucid later, he decided.

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"Hi. I'm Dangerpaw." The wildcat simply greeted, staring at Soulpaw. When Annabelle arrived his smile got noticeably brighter. "And hi Anna." Though he still only spoke softly, at least he was getting there.

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Dangerpaw stood a bit protectively beside Annnabelle, ears flattened. "Are you sure?" He said quietly. Something didn't feel right about her. He decided it was just himself being paranoid and he shook it off.
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Danger was another young merperson. His tail was the same rich, dark blue as his eyes. He happily swam along in the shallow water, peeking his head out from the water. He was wondering if any of his friends or family would be out today. Swimming in the water with the humans was fun! He swam past Dirk, sitting on a rock with his tail mostly in the water.
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Dangerpaw walked up next to his brother, a soft smile on his face. "Dangerpaw. I'm Animepaw's brother. Welcome." He said quietly in greeting towards the femme. He wasn't too familiar with the band that they spoke of, but his roleplayer was and was currently internally screaming.

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Don't worry, it's nothing bad. Danger's account is getting remodeled and I'm going to be basing him off of a new character probably one from Free!, and I might get him a new body. So this account will be partially inactive for a few days. Afterwards he'll be back to his original amount of activity.

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"That's what most people call me." Dangerpaw nodded. He looked at his sibling, raising a brow. "Hmm... Annie. I think I might start calling you that as well." The cheetah joked.

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Dangerpaw shook his head in response. Speaking felt about as impossible as flying to him right now. He gave an awkward smile, staring down at his paws.

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"Ooh, Rene!" Dangerpaw chimed, swimming after his aunt. "I wanna come with you!" He whined.

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Dangerpaw had just been beginning to feel normal again. He felt like he could breathe, like he could think clearly again. His mind was still shaded by his mental torture, but at least he wasn't afraid to go outside of camp anymore. The cheetah was running by the border, currently chasing a rabbit.

His paws thrummed against the ground as he ran straight ahead, indigo eyes focused on the prey. He was only aware of four things; his prey, his paws, his heartbeat, and his breathing. He never saw the steep cliff in front of him.

The rabbit had swerved and vanished between two rocks. Dangerpaw couldn't stop in time. He skidded to a halt, only to fall over the edge. He twisted around, desperately clawing at the air, struggling to grip the edge. He caught it and dangle for an antagonizing moment, heaving and adrenaline rushing through his veins. But he couldn't hold himself up.

Falling and wind was what he felt next. For what seemed like an eternity, the bodyguard initiate fell. And finally he felt the crushing impact of the ground, heard the snap of his young bones as he smashed into the ground.

His breaths still came in short, shallow gasps. He coughed up blood, claws sinking into of the ground. With every heartbeat he gagged up more blood. One of his ribs had punctured his lungs, and he was drowning in his own blood at the bottom of a cliff.

A red figure appeared over him, smelling of The Exiles. He was aware of dazzling green eyes staring into his. He felt a blade stab into his stomach. He let out a pained cry, flailing on the ground. "Hold still! I'm trying to collect your soul!" The voice hissed. Tears leaked from his eyes. "Wha-what are you? Help me! Please!" He cried out, spluttering up blood onto the stranger's red paws.

"My name is Grell, a reaper. I'm here to collect your soul; you're dying." The other being said. Dangerpaw's eyes widened; he'd heard legends about these Reapers. "Please, please spare me. I-" He paused to hack up more blood-"I have family who need me. I'll do anything." The cheetah gasped. Grell gave a sick smile. The younger male caught the glint of sharp fangs.

"Well, you're lucky to have caught me in a good mood." The Exiler laughed. "We've been needing another Reaper on the team. Would you like to become one, in exchange for your life on Earth?" He proposed.

Dangerpaw didn't give a second thought. He didn't care. He needed to be there for Animepaw, and Lucid, and Charcoal, and everyone... "Yes! Make me a Reaper! Just help me!" He begged. Grell held the apprentice's chin up with his claw. "Very well. But if you wish for me to spare your soul, you must slit your own throat. Now." The cat hissed the last part.

The ColoredClanner didn't question his orders. He was too dumb to consider that the Reaper might not even spare him. But wasn't it that if you committed suicide you became a Reaper? He quickly pulled a paw to his own throat, slitting it open. It killed him quite quickly. And he had technically committed suicide.

Grell took his soul. It was now technically a Reaper. The soul of the cheetah escaped, sitting eagerly next to the Exiler. Grell eagerly tried to repair the body. It was almost in a state of comatose instead. The slit throat and lung puncture had been burned shut with Grell's elemental powers. It was really a quickened form of accepting a new reaper and sending them back to the living world in a new form.

Dangerpaw dove back into the body, and the Exiler turned to leave. "I will be back to visit you." He said under his breath before bounding away.

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The wildcat appeared to be taking a nap now, but surrounded by his own blood and with burn wounds on his skin from having it melted back together. As his eyes finally flickered open, one could see that they were no longer a dark blue; but instead a bright green. The eyes of a Grim Reaper. He took in a gasp of breath, staring at the blood around him. Had that really happened? Or was it all a simply twisted dream?

Something inside him felt... Different. Like he wasn't alive. But then again, he wasn't dead either. He found a puddle and stumbled towards it. Once he saw his eyes, he was even more shocked. After a few days he would find that he had a number of new powers, which included the ability to collect souls.

Dangerpaw, who had taken his own life while on the verge of death, was now a Grim Reaper.

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