Posts by Mako

AH SH!T.
THREADS FOR BOTH OF YOU.
MAKING THEM RIGHT NOW!

Also, P.E when she learns she's having crushes:
"T-THIS CAN'T BE. THE ONLY THING IM SUPPOSED TO CRUSH IS THE BONES OF MY ENEMIES." *soft thug child screaming echoes through colouredclan*

*HEADCANNON: SHE HAS A HORRIBLE SINGING VOICE, AND IS SUPER AWKWARD ABOUT SINGING.*

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"Im sorry for knocking the wall down, I can pay you back" *pulls out a f#ckton of money*
"WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH MONEY"
"LONG STORY"

"I got my boys. One boy on my left, one boy on my right. DEAL WITH IT."
She's going to make it seem like she isn't totally secretly super soft and wants to cuddle. SHE WILL BE THE BOSS SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE, UNTIL HER FINAL BREATH.
*making threads intensifies*

i kinda murdered my best friend

"IT WAS GOING FOR GOOD PRICES."
"MY LIFE LINE-"
"IM YOUR LIFELINE NOW. NOW STOP TALKING, AND START DOING SOME LAPS. 4K, NOW."
"B-"
"DON'T QUESTION ME. 8K. MAKE IT SNAPPY"
'WAI-"
*blOWS WHISTLE* "NOW"
*RUNNING INTENSIFIES*

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F#CK.

The fae picked herself out of the bricks, glaring at the bear who had flung her into the old brick wall, causing it to crumble. Now, she wasn't injured at all. She was just angry she had lost her footing like that.

Well, at least she wasn't any more injured then usual. She wiped the blood away from her mouth, eyes narrowed. "STOP FIGHTING DIRTY, AND FIGHT ME IRL." As the bear dashed away, she dragged herself out of the rubble, swishing the plant around in her mouth. Then came the small sigh of exasperation.

It had been around a moon since she'd forced herself to drop her own personal life, and focus on nothing but her own strength, and how much ass she could kick. She found it was the best way to take her mind off of things, like her own guilt. She hated herself a little bit. That was why she was so rough on herself, carelessly throwing herself into battle, giving now sh!ts about how beat up she got. She never showed the pain. The pain was better then the memories.

Anyway, she was going to let the bear go. Nibbling on the sleeve of her giant leather jacket now, she turned her gaze back to the sidewalkes, away from the woods. Hey, walk it off.

She'd just walk it off.

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http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2223015.new#new

THREAD FOR BUMBLE

MAKING THREAD FOR BERRY

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Public Enemy wasn't dressed up in her usual fighting uniform. She wasn't wearing anything but the collar of her uniform, the little blue bow. Now leather jacket, or hat that screamed 'THE THUG LIFE CHOSE ME.'

This was the first time she'd been like this since coming here. Same proud stance, positive happy and bubbly demeanor. Yet, it lacked the hostility. The defensiveness, the fear invoking vibe. Her soft brown optics trailed over one of the stores, an old blockbuster. Sneezing from the layers of dust on the inside, she began to look for a good movie. 300 maybe. She was in that mood today.

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Thread for Tiberius!

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Who's up for a heated fight with a small angry Colouredclan apprentice? Her willpower goes beyond the actual power of her body, so she's still willing to kick ass even when beaten half to death.

She wants to punch something, and a sunclanner tortured one of her club members. SO, WHO WANTS TO HAVE THEIR ASS DRAGGED BACK TO COLOUREDCLAN FOR A VIOLENT ONE ON ONE FIGHT?

DIFFICULTY LEVEL: EXTREME
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Tipping her Banchou hat to him, a cocky winning smile was on her face."Going to be watching some GORE! Getting ready for my fight tommorow."

What did she do to prepare for fights? Stuff her face with junk food, and watch a movie. Fights never fazed her. The only fight that would ever affect her would be the ones the brought her friends into.

"The hell is a wall flower like you doin' downtown?" That was P.E for you, the kind of cat that could go from innocent and cutsy apprentice, to an intimating as hell and smol af gangster in less then five seconds.

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"What the hell are you lookin' at?" She grit her teeth angrily, before the rage of the fight wore off. "S-Sorry...just a little stressed. Its a pleasure Bumblepaw." She walked up to the fellow apprentice, her short stature not affecting her confidence or her attitude whatsoever.

"Whats up?"
The scottish fold dipped her head to him, as if a salute.
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"NAMES PUBLIC ENEMY." She yelled loudly, forgetting to keep her naturally loud voice under control. Thats why the statement was finished with a soft apologetic cough. "Nice to meet the two of you."

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CORRUPTED-SERVER IS SO CUTE OMFG

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oH GOD
P.E WOULD BE SO OBLIVIOUS TO THAT
'KID FOCUS ON YOUR PUNCHING'
'SORRY P.E'

She'd then be super proud of her smol, then challenge him to a fight
'FITE ME NERD.'

Also, sure thing Ghost wolf!

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PROBABLY BECAUSE THAT F#CKING PISSED HER OFF.

The fae ran up the stairs, each step seeming to take less and less effort. She was going to give chase too. "SOMEONE IS GOING TO F#CKING DIE TONIGHT." Funny thing, someone was probably going to die. P.E never killed anyone, but that didn't mean she didn't beat them to the point where they usually died from the wounds, the bruising. The infection.

She didn't like to think about it. She wasn't one to feel guilty over something she didn't directly do. Besides, she was hard to get going to that point. Touching Meri? The easiest way to set her off. She attempted to dog tackle the NPC to the ground. If successful, she'd then get ready to punch his stupid ass face into the ground. "THE HELLS YOUR DEAL? HE'S JUST A KID." She'd yell, as if she wasn't just a little bit older.

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Her gaze flickered to her henchman, long enough for the NPC to limp away. Simply because she was unable to believe he said that. "Repeat yourself kid, a little bit louder." Her usually bubbly demeanor darkened a bit. She was probably just messing with him...right? "I DARE YOU." Her reaction could have been considered harsh. If you didn't know her backstory.
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How much of a beating do you want rainy to get? Any specific damage you want done?

P.E will probably have her chained to a tree, and begin her assault there, though...after, she can leave rainy their for a bit if you want!

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WHOOPS

P.E IS ABOUT TO TORTURE THE FELINE WHO TORTURED TRAF

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"RISE AND SHINE. NAMES PUBLIC ENEMY." She was this small, adorable looking brown scottish fold. It was really the outfit that made her look intimidating. Or maybe goofy.

To bad she wasn't half as goofy when you messed with her friends. 'Does the name Trafalagar ring a bell?" The apprentice questioned harshly, talking to the animal she had chained to the tree.

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