Posts by DANGERCUB

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  • DROP DEAD LEGS | open, crumpets/colouredclan attack

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    "Okay. If you get her off I'll get her away. But trust me, I'll be back one day. And you're gonna be flayed." He growled. With his face softening he turned to help Kiseki. "C'mon. We're gonna get you to a nurse. Just lean on me. As soon as we're far away enough I'll get that out of you." The tiny cub said, trying to nudge the smaller kit up.


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  • DROP DEAD LEGS | open, crumpets/colouredclan attack

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    Dangercub gave a last sincere glance back at Shelly before running off after Imperialpaw and Kieseki. His side badly ached from where Nico had kicked him. He just hoped he hadn't broken a rib or something.
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  • i'm mr. brightside | PRIVATE + ATTEMPTED MURDER

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    Dangercub stopped in his tracks, eyes wide with fright. "W-Who's there?!" He gasped, hackles raised. Despite the invisibility, the cheetah could still smell his scent a bit to his right, where the male happened to end up. "Go away! Leave me alone!"


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  • i'm mr. brightside | PRIVATE + ATTEMPTED MURDER

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    "Who are you? Why did you hurt my dad?" Dangercub growled up, his small form beginning to shake. He wanted to keep running, but he seemed somehow frozen in place. What was this guy gonna do?


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  • AND I CAN'T CHANGE, EVEN IF I TRY | open, pride festival human au

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    Much like any twelve year old, Tamaki was well aware of all the different sexualities. And even though he was heterosexual, he was still super happy. All people deserved to love! He had a little rainbow flag in his hand. He ran up next to his brother, smiling brightly. He'd also managed to find a light gray with a rainbow on it. "Yay! Equal rights! Yeah!" He grinned, madly waving his flag.


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  • guess who forgot to make threads | PRIVATE + CHARCOAL

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    Well, Aero completely forgot about the private threads she was supposed to make for Danger. Whoops. The cub was bounding through camp, nose twitching as he looked around for someone to socialize with.


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  • i'm mr. brightside | PRIVATE + ATTEMPTED MURDER

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    The paw collided with the side of his face, but he had the sense to roll to the side to try and absorb the blow. He stood there, panting now growling. Musicbox wanted a fight? Oh, he'd give him a fight.


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  • white giants ; birthing thread, open

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    Dangercub couldn't help but look slightly confused. So that was how regular babies were born. He partially knew he had been adopted; it was kind of obvious considering him and his sibling were all a different species. "Congrats, miss!" He purred, a weak smile on his face. "I'm sure they'll grow up to be great members of the Clan."


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  • i'm mr. brightside | PRIVATE + ATTEMPTED MURDER

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; height: auto; width: 450px; border: none; font-size: 8pt;]|/ what body is Musicbox in rn?


    Still being injured, he didn't manage to dodge that. His nose smashed into the ground, quickly making blood gush from his nose. He struggled away and aimed to swipe his claws at Musicbox's face.


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  • i didn't mean it | OPEN + TRAUMATIZED + INJURIES

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    Of course Dangercub seemed extremely upset as he limped into camp. Why did he ever go on that raid? He'd followed Charcoal off to go raid the Exiles. Tears dripped down his face, along with blood. He was heavily panting and looked exhausted. He'd watched his dad get kidnapped, and then had almost been murdered by Musicbox. He was so tired. He just wanted his dad back and he wanted to sleep for days. Still crying, he collapsed.


    The image of his grandfather/mother still hung in his head. A massive dragon with blood dripping from his mouth. The limp body of Charcoal. Death staring him in the eyes. All he could hear was his own breath. "Papa... I want my papa..." He cried, covering his paws with his eyes. More blood seeped into his fur, some of it staining the floor beneath his paws.


    / basically the poor muffin is scratched up, has a bloody nose, a fractured front leg, and is in shock as well as exhausted from running.



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  • Different loyalties, same side {Border Meeting, OPEN}

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    Dangercub didn't even know why he was out. He wasn't supposed to be. See, after the RiverClan raid, he thought it would be a great idea to raid the Exiles with his dad. And after watching his dad get captured by a family member, he ran off. Only to then have that mentioned family member attempt to murder him. He was bloody, bruised, and suddenly very quiet.


    He supposed he was out to look for Charcoal. Maybe some miracle should happen and the hyena would escape. Part of him knew that it probably wasn't going to happen. So he just walked. Or rather, limped, due to his fractured leg. That was when he spotted Shelly. Wasn't that the kit from RiverClan? What was she doing here? "Wha-... Hey, what are you doing here?!" He asked, looking more concerned than angry.


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  • i didn't mean it | OPEN + TRAUMATIZED + INJURIES

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    "Char... They took him... He tried to kill me..." He whispered, feeling Lucid curl around him. More weeping escaped him. "I want him back!" He wailed. No energy seemed to be left in his small form. He went almost completely limp, blue eyes struggling to stay open.
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  • Different loyalties, same side {Border Meeting, OPEN}

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    "Calm down! I'm fine. I already had a nurse care for me." He sighed, itching at the bandages plastered onto his muzzle. "And my name is Dangercub. And I'd now like to know yours, Considering you're now on ColoredClan territory."


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