He scratched back a response: "then why was I kicked out of Shadowclan?!?"
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Aww I wanted Aisling!
Silversteel drew up his own little world filled with nicer cats and mythical creatures in the dirt with his claws. He admired his work having no clue where he even came up with mythical creatures. Maybe he lived another more happier life??
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He looked down at the ground, about to cry. He scratched in the dirt: "my own mother rejected me when she found out I can't talk."
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He hung his head. 'Ya right you wish you worthless piece of...' He cut off the thought, and scuffed the drawing away with his paws. He padded away, not even paying attention to where he was going as his eyes filled with tears, making everything blurry. He was only half aware that he had almost ran into someone...
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He shifted uneasily. He could hold them back no more and he broke down silently sobbing.
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He froze as it greeted a large creature near him. He cowered down staring at it, then glanced away realizing it's impolite to stare, he looked at the ground.
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He scratched in the dirt: "r-really?!?" He sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling an asthma attack coming on.. Another curse he was born with and no way to cure the attacks as he would helplessly lay there gasping for breath...
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He glanced across the way and leaped, sailing over the slick hard ground he called a snake path. He skidded to a stop in the grass next to it, fighting off the asthma attack he felt coming on. 'This is rediculous!' He thought, wheezing. Why did he have to be born with no vocal cords and this stupid breathing problem?!?
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Silentsteel pressed his muzzle and inhaled the scent wafting from the leaves. He felt his lungs clear up. Gratefully he rubbed the tan panthers side with his head.
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And ignored again...
Quote« Reply #2289 Today at 12:20:09 PM »
He froze as it greeted a large creature near him. He cowered down staring at it, then glanced away realizing it's impolite to stare, he looked at the ground. -
Wordlessly he mouthed a quick prayer to whatever is watching them and sat down in a corner , ready to run, just in case..
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He stood waving his tail as if to say "hi", realizing the smaller one resembled one of the creatures he had drawn.
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He looked at the ground. maybe this was a bad idea.. what if they chased him away like everyone else? He scratched in the dirt: 'Hi I'm Silentsteel"
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Name: Silentsteel
Age: 20
Race: (Lym'al or human)(Humans can't shapeshift) Lym'al
Gender: Male
Appearance: black hair, tanned skin, lithe. panther form below
Rank: (Listed below) Scout
Crush: N/A can develop
Other:
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He gulped surprised, also trying to hold back the asthma attack threatening to come over him. His lungs felt like they were being squeezed. He went to scratch back a response, but his eyes rolled back as it struck him full force and he collapsed.
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[align=center][font=Agency FB][color=#FFFFFF]ooc//ic// kat finished his work nimbly, 'done' the male murmured. he watched silentsteel, 'you cannot speak, can you, cousin?' he asked softly since they were practically the same species of feline
tomma bristled, 'oh go back to catching deer you brainless giant' he growled before leading aleria to katole, following his scent. he paused at the tree edge, head bowed. only at a noise which he came into sight. he padded to kat, the man picking tomma up after finishing his wounds, soothing the caracal
He shook his head, feeling relieved the pain was gone.
[mergedate]1436723762[/mergedate]QuoteTyranny huffed. "Whatever, house cat." He said before vanishing into the crowd. Silentsteel would get what's coming to him one day. He was already planning on ways to take him out.
Tyranny ignored the dumb cats remark and sat down examining his left hind leg. mild sprain. its nothing.
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He nodded, kneading the ground with his paws.
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He grimly shook his head, wishing he could tell this cat that he lives no where. Period.
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He sat down staring at the ground. He was never allowed to do anything.
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ok.
The scout sniffed the air, and gazed around the camp. He flicked his tail, resuming his watch, rather bored and wishing he'd gone with the others.
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He looked at her retreating figure confused as to what tag is. Not wanting to be left there, he dashed after.