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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]yep! could you all make the threads please?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Give it back! It's mine, give it to me!" the Siberian husky howled, trying to climb up the base of a large oak. Perched upon a branch not too far up was a rather large vulture, a rat hanging from it's beak, watching the small pup. Lips peeled back to reveal his jagged and sharp teeth, he jumped up and down, barking and snarling. Tears welled up in the corners of his pale blue eyes, whimpers escaping his throat. Falling backwards, he emitted a snarl before rolling back onto his paws, only to them slap his fore paws against the ground in anger. "Give it back! I caught it and it's mine!" cried the male before he laid where he stood, resting his head on his paws, eyes looking up at the vulture that proceeded to watch him through black beady eyes. "Please, give it back! I caught it and I'm hungry. Please, please, please." Cheappup whimper, his voice growing quieter before he fell silent, adverting his gaze to the base of the tree.

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He laid there, pouting for his stolen catch like a child whose mother refused to buy them a new toy. While, of course, he had not eaten in quite a few days and his first successful kill was stolen right under his nose. Swiveling an ear toward the sound of approaching figure, Cheappup quickly hopped to his feet, his hackles raising. A lower, more darker growl erupted from his throat this time, watching as the cats approached him. "I'll get it back, now leave me alone!" he barked, curled tail sticking straight out behind him. With that, he began to back up and away until he was on the other side of the tree, using it as a type of barrier and assumed he could not be seen. Trying to climb the tree once more, he got a couple inches off the ground before he fell again. Plopping down, he proceeded to look about, looking for a another way up the tree.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Perking his ears at the mention of a 'rope', he peered out from behind the tree, eyes narrowed as he stared at Robinkit. "I have an idea." Cheappup suddenly said, more a silent whisper than anything. Seeing the cheetah then appear, he emitted another growl, eyes narrowing even more. "I don't care, and I'm getting my food!" he snapped, shifting his eyes back up to the bird that seemed content watching everything unfold. He was not aggressive or violent like he was portraying to be, but was simply upset, tired, and aggravated - Not a good combination. While he had a short fuse, Cheappup was normally sweet and kind, but he was a daredevil that would live up to his warrior name one day. Looking back towards Robinkit, his tail wagged ever so slightly, "Can I use it?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He was quick to dismiss the idea of the other stranger being there as soon as the rope came into his sight. Casting one more glance up at the bird, the canine quickly moved out from behind the tree and seized the rope between his jaws. Turning, he quickly bounded in the opposite direction, toward a medium-sized stone. Taking one end of the rope, he tied it around the stone before returning to the tree. Taking the rope up once more, he tossed it up, the stone creating a heavy enough weight to make it easier for him to toss, and sure enough, the rope with the stone swung over the lowest branch and fell onto the ground. Taking the free end, he tied it around his torso before turning back to the other. "Grab the end with the rock and pull hard as you can!" he had created a pulley, and he planned to use it as one. Due to his small size and skinny figure, Robinkit could, maybe, be able to pull him up, if not, then he would have to have the cheetah do it.

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hello!

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]This was all he had for a plan, really. He did not know what he would do when he got to the top, but if there one thing that all who knew him knew, Cheappup was crazy. Some could say he was stupidly crazy, but his mother had called him brilliantly crazy all because of his crave for excitement. Blue eyes watched as the kitten jumped on top of the rock and he slowly felt his body moved off the, careful to keep his body still to avoid flipping upside down. Cheappup's gaze then locked onto the vulture that proceeded to sit there, even as Robinkit spoke. Mind now only focused on one thing, he chose to ignore it, saving the best for last, as he would have called it. Slowly, inch by inch, he got closer until he was finally able to touch the branch.

Climbing onto it, the vulture suddenly hissed at him and flapped it's wings before starting to fly away, rat within it's break. Quick as he could, the husky undid his harness and yelled at the top of his lungs, "AHHHHHH." charging as fast as his stubby legs could carry him, he ran after the vulture, but as he reached the end of the branch, he did something quite crazily stupid and crazily brilliant. Cheappup lunged off of the branch at a height that could kill him if he fell. For a moment, it looked like he was soaring and wings would unfold from his body at any moment, but that would not be the case. His body suddenly slammed into the vulture and he clung to it's back, biting and scratching the bird as it screeched and screened with terror. Using his weight, the husky forced the vulture to fly lower to the ground, and when it did, he took his chance. Jumping forward, he snatched the rat from it's mouth and jumped off, landing on the ground with a thud.

Taking a second to recover himself, he stood up, the rat carcass clamped between his jaws. A goofy smile marred his face, tail curled over his back wagging violently to and fro. "The name's Cheappup Febribus-Harbringer, or C'!" he chimed happily.

thank you!

i'm p excited to play cheappup
he'll be a fun character

lmao
he's a bad influence & an adrenaline junk-y

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]The thought never crossed his mind that the vulture would retaliate, but to his luck, it was too afraid to do so. He never thought about the aftermath of his actions, something he had yet to have beaten into him. When it came to Cheappup, he only learned through intense trial-and-error situations. A laugh escaped his muzzle, an innocent child's laugh muffled by the rodent, but one nonetheless. That had not been the first time he jumped from such a height, but it was his first time jumping on a flying bird. "I'm great!" he enthusiastically responded, refusing to drop his catch, one he did not care for so much, his hunger pangs fading from the sudden event. "It's nice to meet you Robinhood." while that name had not been mentioned, it was the first word that popped into his head after learning the kitten's name.

At the inquiry, his smile then faded ever so slightly, tail beginning to slow. "I don't know. My mom and me were being chased by a bear and she told me to hid in a rabbit burrow and she hasn't come back in a few days. But she'll be back, she promised." he spoke as if it was the most casual-ist thing the world. If there was one thing he was oblivious to, it was that his mother was not coming back, ever. "Where are you from?" shifting his gaze to Inkpup as they appeared, he gave a flick of his ear. "It's nice to meet you too, Inkpup!"

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these two need to do some ridiculously risky things
and become partners in crime

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]ooo i have an idea
when robin becomes a vigilante, c' decides to keep his risky ideas up and they turn into archenemies after they become friends?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]yesyesyes

umm we could stick to open threads for now?

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]He was at the age where he did not know the cruelties of judgment or restrictions. He was parent-less, his mother having yet to return from leading an attacker away, and his father, well, he did not even know who or what his father was. Despite that, he held on hope that his mother would come back, but the truth was: She was not coming back. Having gathered sticks, stones, and a battered rope, he threw everything onto a sled made out of bark and created a harness that he slipped through and pulled his sled full of objects around.

"I know your heart been broke again
I know your prayers ain’t been answered yet
I know you’re feeling like you got nothing left
Well, lift your head, it ain’t over yet, ain’t over yet so,"

Coming to a rather large tree, he set up a stick and tied part of the rope to it before he ran the rope to his next stop: a creek.

"Move, keep walkin’ soldier keep movin’ on
Move, keep walkin’ until the mornin’ comes
Move, keep walkin’ soldier keep movin’ on
And lift your head, it ain’t over yet, ain’t over yet."

He did the same thing, but used a rock instead of a stick due to the hard surface. The rope was unstable and could easily be brought down with a tug, but he had no intentions of pulling on it.

"Hold on, hold on
Lord ain’t finished yet
Hold on, hold on
He’ll get you through this
Hold on, hold on
These are the promises
I never will forget."

Finally, after five more stops did he complete his small project. Harness still pressed against his body as he dragged the sled along the rope, he beamed happily, tail wagging with joy. This would be fun, as long as nobody messed with the rope.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Through the eyes of the humans, he was a natural oddity. They wanted to lock him up in a small enclosure and been stared at for the rest of his life. A black lion without a mane was to be put on display, only to be stuffed and put into a display case once he passed. He did not want that, and still being a child, he was able to escape that sanctuary, with the help of his mother, of course. He had made sure to flee as far away as he could, but be longed to see his mother again, but going back there was not an option.

He had aged quite a bit since then, hardly remembering anything about that place now. The ebony child had lived on his own, scavenging and hunting small rodents for the most part. Along his travels had he attended a few story tellings and learned of the clans and other groups scattered about in a region not too far away. Packing what very little he had, he traveled to where the stories took him, and sure enough, it brought him here. "Hello?" called out the orange-eyed cub, tufted tail flicking to and fro.

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]The child watched as the three appeared, a hint of excitement suddenly appearing within his eyes. Name and business? He knew his business, but what of a name? The other animals in the sanctuary called him Umbra, telling him it was Latin for 'shadow' because of his dark appearance. He had never really liked the name, so this was his chance to right their wrongs. "I'm here to join." he stated, eyeing each of them as they approached. "As for my name... It's... Gravitatio- Gravity - Gravitypaw." he was not sure where that name came from, but it would suffice.

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Orange-hued visionaries watched as the next three arrived, all very unfamiliar faces to him. He had met one who claimed to have lived within a place called BlizzardClan, so why was he expecting them to abruptly appear? They were in a different clan, so it was illogical to have such hopes for something as silly as that. Blinking his eyes to erase the though from his mind, he returned his attention to the others. "Thank you." he rumbled to those who welcome him into the clan.

Secondly, he took in all their names, but the possibility of him remembering all of them were slim. He would only retain their names if they impacted on him in some shape or form, may that be positively or negatively. "It's nice to meet you all." shifting his gaze to Beautyshot, his expression faltered as he heard the name. It was an odd one, to say the least, not to mention how he acted. Drawing in a breath, the ebony feline finished his examination before rolling his hunched shoulders back. "I can manage to find it, thank you."

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Hello!

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]look at this badass bovine

[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]She was quite the sight, a thousand pounds of meat and bone charging down the hill. Tail arched high and back legs kicking out as she bucked and romped, the heifer closed in on the border before abruptly coming to a stop. Grass and dirt flying past her, the cow gave a shake, the large bell that hung from the collar around her neck chiming loudly. She was not here to join or anything of the sorts, but was merely getting use to all the clans around her, and with this being nearest one, she decided to check things out.