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"Woah! It's so pretty, Anna!" Dangerpaw gasped as he bounded in. He was very proud of the younger lioness; had she really done this all by herself? "Can I put a pawprint on the wall? I can get my own paint! You won't even have to get up!" He begged.
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Dangerpaw had been out by the border again when he heard bushes rustling. He turned his head to stare at where the sound had come from, and only saw a flash of red fur. When he went over to investigate, he could smell the Exiles; or more specifically, Grell, the cat who had made him a Reaper and who was the reason he was here today.
All that was left was a basket. Over the top there was a note placed. Dangerpaw held it down and began to read over it.
Dangerpaw -
I suggest you meet me at the border sometime at night in the next week. Please do not inform your groupmates. I want to speak with you personally. But in other news, inside this basket are two gifts meant for you. They are not at all a gift from my group, only the standard items for a Reaper in training.
I know that you may be a bit nearsighted; I managed to get my paws on a pair of glasses and a death scythe for you. Once you become a full reaper you may pick your own scythe and glasses, but until then you'll have to deal with these.
- Grell Sutcliff
His green eyes widened after a moment. Checking over his shoulder, he burned the note with his elemental powers. All that was left of it was a few ashes, which he covered up in dirt. He began to look through the basket, only to find a simple pair of thin glasses and a very short scythe. He slipped the glasses onto his face, pushing them up with his paw. Suddenly he could actually see his muzzle again! He gave a few rapid blinks. He looked over the small scythe, dragging his paw over it. Hmm, it seemed like a legit weapon.
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Dangerpaw, to put it in short terms, was a stubborn, apathetic, and unloving asshole. He scoffed and rolled his eyes at the others. He hoped that their souls would burn in hell. "I fucking hate you all." He swore.
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Dangerpaw looked at those who had gathered. He first looked slightly confused at Staticpaw's words, but then turned to Annabelle, Animepaw, and Toni. "I've had pretty bad vision since I woke up from the accident, but these glasses help." He said. He didn't know what was so special about them. He'd tried on about four pairs and all of them had only made his vision worse. "And of course I won't!" He promised his brother.
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Dangerpaw ran off for a moment, returning a few seconds later with a bucket of pale green paint. He dipped his paw in, beginning to stamp the wall with pawprints. They looked similar to the lioness', but we're slightly bigger, slimmer, and had nail marks like dog prints, since cheetahs couldn't retract their claws.
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"Thanks," He smiled in reply to Annabelle. As Panic went to touch it he pulled it back a bit. "Woah woah woah. Yes, you can, just don't cut yourself." He warned. Dangerpaw raised an invisible brow at Heather. "Dangerpaw; Mowing lawns and stealing hearts since 2015!" He joked.
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Aw, this was getting so awkward. In a cute way, he thought. Everyone had kind of accidentally started flirting with each other. He looked down at Annabelle, giving her a slightly skeptical look. "But you've gotta make sure the actually like you first. That's the whole point of flirting, right?" He said.
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"Hey, don't be mean! If she likes it that's all that matters. It is her room, after all." Dangerpaw told Erik, looking slightly defensive. He thought the room was a bit bright, but if that's how Staticpaw wanted it, then he was cool with it. He would've said the same for anyone. "I agree with Gameover. It's a little right but we'll get used to it." He assured.
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Dangerpaw winked in response. "Trust me, I get around." He said. Okay, truthfully, he really didn't. He was kind of a huge dork who was trying to look cool. "But if it isn't obvious, I'm kidding." He decided to say, a smile still on his face.
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"Please don't try that again. I don't wanna be known as the guy who's dumbass brother died trying to get a peach from a tree." Dangerpaw slightly scolded, though there was a joking tone in his voice. He attempted to lightly cuff his brother on the head, obviously not meaning for it to hurt him.
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"Hmm, true." He nodded towards Staticpaw. He looked down at Annabelle. For some reason, her words made him blush a bit under his fur. Something about it just seemed... sweet. And adorable. "Yeah. Anna's right, too." He stammered.
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Dangerpaw was just watching this happen, a slight smirk on his face. He looked at Panic a bit suspiciously. Hmm. He decided that the comment didn't mean anything. "Exactly! Girls are always right," He said. The cheetah noticed Annabelle's expression and quickly bounded beside her. "So... I think my new weapon is pretty cool. I wonder what I should get when I finally get a full weapon. This one is just for training," He said, obviously wanting to change the subject.
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and it just kind of evolved into this
I'm so proud
Okay, woah woah woah woah woah. Dangerpaw had gone back to listening, and at Animepaw's pickup line he broke down with laughter. "No, you gotta be more smooth." He said, attempting to nudge the German shepherd with his elbow to watch him as he turned to Annabelle. "Hey, are you a camera? Because I can picture you and me together," Only then had he realized what he'd just done. Shit.
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If Annabelle was blushing, you could bet that Dangerpaw was too. He started laughing at Erik, trying to hide that he was actually quite a bit flushed right then. "I don't think any of us are good at this just yet." He admitted.
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What had happened to Anna? Dangerpaw looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown. He scrambled up, nervously standing beside his father. "Is she okay? What happened? I swear, I'm going to kill whoever did this to her!" He exclaimed. After realizing what he had said, he shut his eyes and shook his head. Had he just said he would kill someone? Ugh, this was why he thought Annabelle feared him. "Please take care of her, papa."
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"Oh-okay." Dangerpaw breathed, taking in a breath of air. He ran to find a small bowl, filling it with water with his elemental powers instead of rushing to a stream. He arrived back, setting down the cold liquid near the lioness cub.
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thread with danger?
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"Congrats!" Dangerpaw purred. He was especially happy for Annabelle and Animepaw. He would try to attend at least one of the raids; he wanted to be there to help out his Clan.
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Dangerpaw approached, green eyes looking warm. On the contrary to a couple of others, Dangerpaw had never thought about leaving. He didn't think he wanted to. Even though there were Reapers in the Exiles to teach him, he didn't think he could handle seeing his Clanmates get captured and/or killed. Not to mention that his family was here.
A smile crossed his face, in the direction of Billy. "Hi. I'm good. What about you?" He said. He wasn't sure if he had actually formerly met the feline; he definitely knew his name at least.
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yup he shall be a small and very jealous egg
he won't hate Albert or anything he'll just be kind of sitting in the background and turning to his work as a Reaper more~
tracking for now
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