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track for now. is this a human au? :0
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius jumped at the sound of a voice close to his ear, and he turned to crane his neck and glare up at Frightfur. He felt a shiver go up his spine at the threat, but no fear showed on his face - only determination. Frightfur was much bigger than him, but Lovino could suck Marius' ass. Besides, it wasn't like he could just ignore the ShadowClanner. If there was one thing that the short-statured kitten could do, it was dodge. He noticed the canine tense, and immediately he was on his paws, ready for anything. The attack came lightning fast, and he gave an undignified squeak as he ducked his head, feeling one metal claw nick his ear. Warm blood, black, trickled down the side of his head.
"I don't run, jerkass," he growled, attenpting to spit right in FRIGHTFUR's face. He darted forward, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Besides, I think I'll take you up on that challenge, so suck my ass!" That was becoming his new favorite phrase. Unsheathing his claws, the kit aimed to jump up and sink them deep into his opponent's flank. Hopefully none of his dumb clanmates would interfere. Internally he knew he was going to get his ass beat, but he just had to try.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]All of that definitely sounded correct. Marius' crimson gaze flitted over each herb as they were mentioned. He squirmed in his spot; Allyson talking about the process actually brought back memories of when his leg bone had been snapped clean in half by that wolf during a fight when he was younger. He'd been awake for the setting process, then - it was extremely painful, probably the worst thing that he'd ever felt. He swallowed hard, looking back up the the Vrach. "Nope, I'm golden," he muttered, blinking his half-lidded eyes.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Anything with the word fight in it practically summoned Marius - so there he was, standing with a wild grin on his face and a light in his eyes. He was small - and there was one advantage that came with that. He had built a fort out of four trays and was hiding inside of it, chucking food out the top. "Hahaha! Take that, jerkasses!" he exclaimed, throwing a wedge of gooey cherry pie at Aaron.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius jumped at the sound of a voice close to his ear, and he turned to crane his neck and glare up at Frightfur. He felt a shiver go up his spine at the threat, but no fear showed on his face - only determination. Frightfur was much bigger than him, but Lovino could suck Marius' ass. Besides, it wasn't like he could just ignore the ShadowClanner. If there was one thing that the short-statured kitten could do, it was dodge. He noticed the canine tense, and immediately he was on his paws, ready for anything. The attack came lightning fast, and he gave an undignified squeak as he ducked his head, feeling one metal claw nick his ear. Warm blood, black, trickled down the side of his head."I don't run, jerkass," he growled, attenpting to spit right in FRIGHTFUR's face. He darted forward, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Besides, I think I'll take you up on that challenge, so suck my ass!" That was becoming his new favorite phrase. Unsheathing his claws, the kit aimed to jump up and sink them deep into his opponent's flank. Hopefully none of his dumb clanmates would interfere. Internally he knew he was going to get his ass beat, but he just had to try.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius felt his heart jump into his throat - his attack had hit! Yes! He relished the feeling of his claws sinking into another's flesh, the blood welling up beneath his paws. It satisfied his demon half greatly, even if it was such a small blow. The boy saw his opponent's jaws begin to close around his tiny head, but there was no time for him to dodge as technically he was still executing his last attack. Red flashed before Marius' eyes as the immense pain blossomed in his neck and he writhed in place. He had broken bones before, he had gotten cut and stabbed and punched - but what he was feeling then trumped it all. He was sure he was dying.
But it didn't matter.
This was also an opportunity. The kit reached out, aiming to sink his own claws into FRIGHTFUR's throat while it was in close proximity and drag them through his flesh.
/ no worries !
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"...Huh." Marius stared up at the strange contraption, the corners of his lips tugging down into a small frown. It was human-made, that was for sure. It was all pink, some sort of machine placed atop a wooden cart with wheels. There was a clear dome covering a metal bowl on top of the cart, but Marius was too small to tell what was inside. Judging by the tracks left in the grass, the contraption had rolled down a hill onto BoneClan territory.
Curious, and attracted by the mysterious sugary scent wafting from the metal bowl, the scrawny kit clambered atop the cart and peered through the side of the dome. His crimson eyes widened; inside the bowl there seemed to be a miniature cloud, like the ones in the sky, except it was pink and blue and smelled amazing. Marius climes to the top of the dome, where the hole was, planning on reaching in and scooping up some of the 'cloud' for a little taste. Of course, that backfired. His arm wasn't log enough for him to get any of the sweet treat; instead, he ended up leaning over too far and tumbling into the bowl himself, landing on the soft pile of cotton candy. With a huff he scrambled to his paws, reaching for the exit - but the hole was too far above his head, and the plastic was too slippery to climb. His face warmed with embarrassment - he was stuck!
/ by the way, it's a cotton candy machine c;
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"..What he said." Marius jerked a paw in Breakingkit's direction, half-lidded eyes grazing over Serenity's journal. He sat down, lifting a scrawny foreleg to scratch behind his ears. The kit realized then that Serenity might get the wrong idea from his approach, so he quickly looked up to her again, frowning. "N-Not that I care or anything, I just want to know because.. just 'cause I do." Great save, Marius.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Hey asshat, shut up," Marius shot over to Bluepaw, giving a huff as he approached. It seemed this was the gathering of the vain, rude, and snarky, because Marius was also all three. It didn't help that he was the smallest of the gathering - yes, he was smaller than the rabbit, which didn't help his self-esteem much. The runt flicked his tail, offering Nico a half-lidded glance. "Marius Xerxes," HE introduced himself, "Hi, I guess."
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Luckily, it was non-toxic.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Shock? Marius swallows hard. He'd been in shock multiple times, but he couldn't really remember what his treatment had been because - well, because he'd been in shock. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he sifted through what little he knew about herbs, glancing at Prince as he offered up his suggestions. Huh.
The kit sucked in a breath. "You gotta take care of whatever put them in shock in the first place, right?" he began, "Set the bone, stop the bleeding, whatever. Then..." He paused. "Well when I went into shock, they usually loaded me up on poppy seeds, so that works. But this one time, when I broke a few of my ribs and also was bleeding out, I got this herb... i-it tasted sweet, and it was green and kind of looked like a feather..." He frowned, ducking his head in embarrassment. What was the point in bringing it up if he did know its name?!
Suddenly he had an idea. The boy sprung to his paws and darted into the medicine den. He pawed through the various collection of herbs until he spotted the one he'd been thinking of - he remembered clearly being fed this stuff when he'd broken his ribs. Running back with the plants in his mouth, he carefully set the bundle in front of Allyson - chamomile. "This one," he breathed
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The little kit scowled, not saying a word. Instead, he moved and curled up into a ball in a different sunny spot.
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