Riley noticed Darius, curiosity also running over him. He was still fairly new, so of course he wouldn't know everyone. The Maine Coon stood up and padded to the cheetah, a small smile on his face. Yes, he noticed his long scar, but he didn't stare at it. "Hi there, I'm Riley," he introduced. "Yes, Riley can be a boy's name."
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Riley nodded, flicking his ears. "It's called our enemies. Polar was hurt in the ColouredClan raid while Fawn was captured and injured by ColouredClan," he answered, his voice low.
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"I wanted to lead a raid, but no one let me," Riley told her, eyes narrowed and his voice filled with his anger. "I will lead one next time, though, whether or not I have the permission."
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Instead of congratulating her, Riley kept the scene realistic and he attempted to lash a front paw at the female's face. He kept his claws sheathed since this was training, and would do his best to not actually hurt her. While Riley wanted to throw himself at her, like one is supposed to do if they're trying to defend themselves in a tree, he couldn't do that because if he was successful, he would probably break at least one of her ribs because they were high enough off of the ground.
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Could you make it? c:
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Riley approached the scene in silence.
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Riley nodded, his tail standing erect. That was very true, what she said, and that's a bad thing to hear from him, one of the Clan's newest members. It didn't seem like any of the HPs were doing their jobs, either, and they were quite inactive. The silver-and-white tabby Maine Coon let out a huff and added, "It also seems like all of the members of the highest ranks are very hidden, in my opinion. Like, why isn't the leader . . . what's her name, Vanillatwilight? . . . doing anything? She should be taking over, but instead she's just being lazy and hiding!" (all IC opinions)
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I'm fine with it.
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Hey everybody, we should have some kind of RP involving a fire. (I've been listening to Hollywood Undead's song "City" a lot lately.)
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NO BEARS NO BEARS
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[img width=510 height=408]http://cdn.ebaumsworld.com/pic…o_L/CocaColaPolarBear.png[/img]
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Riley began mentally swearing himself out, and his gaze turned to the ground. Wow, he's really messing up. Well, he can't be too mad at himself; she never met Renegade before, and he never heard Vani's family ties until not. Or, at least, one of the ties? The Maine Coon nodded and looked back at her. "Oops, sorry," he meowed, his face flushing from embarrassment. Note to self: be careful when talking about somebody, because you could be talking about them to one of their family members.
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Riley approached the scene, staring at the antlers. He knew better than to laugh, and he was mad at those who would laugh. The Maine Coon sat down and meowed quietly, "I know you must hate them, but they look nice."
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Riley smiled even more and nodded in agreement. "You look better than I would if I had antlers," he mused, waving his tail.
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Riley knew he was finally given a mentor, and he was on the search for her. The Maine Coon quickly found her, approaching her with his head high. "Hello, Urbanflora," he greeted quietly, waving his tail. He was fairly good in both hunting and fighting, but hopefully he could improve anyway.
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Riley had no idea what those looked like, but he made a note just to keep away from any rotten-looking apples.
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Riley twisted his mouth in thought, shrugging. He really didn't know what to choose first. Blinking slowly, he told her, "It doesn't matter to me where we start."
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Before Riley could actually sat anything, he moved the basket to where the apple should land in it. Well, it actually bounced off of his head before landing in the basket. The male rubbed his head with a front paw before calling up, "I'm okay!"
