Posts by Babydoll P.C.

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argentum + marco ??

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the copp has made an appearance in sunclan ??

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copp fle w too close to the sun

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"Something up?" Marco hadn't exactly noticed how incredibly cheesy his greeting was, quite honestly, until a few moments after he had said it - but, sadly, there was no undo button on life and he would therefore have to deal with the consequences of a horrible pun. Embarassment burned in his cheeks for a moment, and Marco shook his head once to dislodge this thought. At once bringing back to memory the identity of this kitten, he remembered: he was blind, and he would do well not to scare him. [color=black]"It's, uh, Marco. Nice to meet you." He mewed, an attempt to make his presence known.

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[color=black]"It's midday." He answered, casting a quick glance up to the sky, as if he needed to confirm his answer, which was, as stated alight with the afternoon's rays. It was a nice day, and it seemed every day that spring was a little closer - and it was - and the earth a little warmer. It would be nice to be back in the sunshine again, Marco thought, when the prey would be running and spirits high.

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"I could help you find them, if you want." It was frequent that Marco take up volunteer oppurtunities such as these, for no reason other than he really didn't have much better to take part in. Dipping his head at her question, he spoke: [color=black]"Marco Bodt, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Rapunzel." The serval offered her a smile, and turned to the snow. Ah, if only it would melt sooner!

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[color=black]"You're exploring ... what?" Marco queried, narrowing his eyes in thought. The 'website'? What the hell was that? The serval twitched his whiskers upon his approach, as he had found this gesture to help him think, for some reason currently unknown to him. He was no stranger to seeing cats with human items in SunClan, as the group was rather known for it, but he hadn't yet been audience to a 'website'. What was a website? Did it have to do with cobwebs?

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Moving toward the mansion at a light pace, Marco flicked his tail (or lack thereof, as servals didn't have much of one) as an invitation for the Scottish kitten to follow behind. The pile was in the main room of the mansion, he knew, even if he wasn't a very frequent contributor to it, as best to serve the large body of SunClan. It was a pretty huge thing as well - it had to be, to feed to large amount of wildcats in the group. It was a rare day when he didn't see a lion or a tiger striding toward him, not to mention the simply monstrous amount of servals, like him.

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[color=black]"I'm not too great at fighting either. Much better at hunting." He commented with a little twitch of his whiskers. He had never been much of a brawler - nah, he could do it, he supposed, but it wasn't like it was a hobby or anything. Sure, he'd follow orders and rush into battle, but he wasn't great at it, not like Nidalee or Witchcraft or Cinderblock. Upon her next meow, he shrugged; raids and fights were the same thing to him, but if Marina saw the different, he wouldn't call her out.

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[color=black]"I''ll watch." Marco stated, taking up a light and unhurried pace upon his approach. The serval would have volunteered, as battle practice was something he needed (he had had been beaten rather terribly by an apprentice) but as Poeticjustice and Lacey had beaten him to the chase, he said nothing, and shuffled next to Viperbite, taking a seat.

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[color=black]"Oh." Marco stepped back a pace with a slight 'huh' sound, blinking repeatedly as he digested his new thought. Okay, so some cats called it the website now. That was fine with him, he supposed. A new trend, or something. SunClan was rather known for being pretty 'hip', apparently. Whatever that meant. [color=black]"I hope you don't mind me asking ... but what's a phone? I'm sorry, I'm not very good with all of this stuff."

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"That's cool, then." Marco stated. He supposed phones would be useful in some situations, but in all honesty he greatly preferred face-to-face conversation - more personal, or whatever. Wincing slightly as he noticed that maybe the tech-savvy Keypaw didn't enjoy his bombardment of questions, Marco decided not to ask anything more, and simply follow. [color=black]"I guess I'll come along with you while you explore the website." He volunteered, doing his best to incorporate this new vocabulary.

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Marco was next to approach, offering Kristoff a glance - another joiner, perhaps? There were an awful lot of those, lately, he knew. It seemed as if SunClan gained a heap of new members daily, for it was frequent that the serval find a patrol with one on his walks around the territory. Blinking once his amber-hued orbs, he stood behind Marina, watching the little tom curiously. What was that thing behind him? And why was he carrying rocks, of all things?

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[color=black]"What's wrong, Merida?"
Marco inquired, moving toward the little ginger feline. He liked to say he knew her quite well; and it was evident something was out of place, for the usually cheery tabby wore an expression of absolute negativity. Such brought a frown onto the serval's usually smile-dominated maw: seeing his friend to bent out of shape was fairly depressing, after all.

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[color=black]"Oh, no ..."
Marco's words trailed off as the serval came closer, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the little girl stumble backwards and toward the ground. A frown immediately took hold of his facial expression, and the serval came to a halt, never daring to come any closer. Sure, he had never encountered Arendelle, but this was a clanmate, and a little one at that.

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[color=black]"Good one."
Marco commented, sliding up to Niall and his prisoner. He crinkled his nose slightly - she absolutely reeked of SkyClan, and though the serval really couldn't care about the Clan in itself, as it had done nothing personally to the serval, he knew quite well that the Pro-Clanners had made a rough mark with SunClan: and thus, he didn't exactly hold any love for them.

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"It was an accident!"
Marco added, casting a glance over to the raging Indiana Jones. Arendelle had fallen over, he thought, and from where he stood it didn't look like a suicide, but there was no way to tell if he was wrong or right. To him, it looked as she had fell off the cliff, corned by some type of force, but there was no telling if she'd just jumped backward and done it herself. [color=black]"If you don't think she would do that, than it had to be an accident, or something. It wasn't one of us."

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"It's no problem." Marco assured her, adopting a nod and hurrying to her side, where he would begin to shuffle his paws in such a way that might dislodge the snow and make it easier for his amber-hued optics to spot any flowers underneath the freeze. [color=black]"I'm pretty good, honestly, but I suppose my leg still hurts from the RadicalClan battle. What about you?" The serval had given Rapunzel his honest answer as opposed to the usual 'good' as was so common heard, as he liked to think that was the proper way of going 'round conversations.

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"It is pretty cold." Marco commented as he strode up, giving a small shrug. Even if he had no idea who Candor was, he had, quite clearly, stated that he was here to join: and he supposed that a conversation would be acceptable, as he would (hopefully) be his clanmate in a minute's time. "I can't accept you, so you'll have to wait for one of the higher-ups." He explained, offering a nod. [color=black]"I'm Marco."

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Marco was next to approach, eyeing the caracal curiously. Who was this?

/rushed