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Maverick sat in the middle of the BoneClan camp, patting down his white wings and making sure that they were well-groomed. He prided himself in keeping them neat. He lifted his head and glanced around before barking, "Meet and greet over here!" He was sure that he hadn't met everyone at the border.
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Well, SunClan sounded horrible. How could they call themselves a pro-clan after that? Maverick frowned and spoke, "That sounds pretty bad. We need to do something ASAP." He stood by for a plan of action, perhaps.
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Maverick watched as the fellow wolf (partly, anyways) made his way over and introduced himself. He realized that he should've said his name but he didn't want to admit his mistake. He could be pretty stubborn, sometimes. This Barghest guy seemed cool, though, so he wouldn't give him any trouble. "My bad." The wolfdog chuckled. "The name's Maverick--"
He was cut off when the enthusiastic kitten that he saw at the border came running over, shouting different words. He seemed pretty young, so it was understandable that he couldn't really talk yet. "Heh, I take it your name is...Genji?" Maverick had also been told by the others what the excitable kitten's name was.
Maverick parted his jaws in a yawn before glancing down the young pup. He smiled when she commented on his "pretty" wings. He never thought of them as pretty, as he always associated the word with girls, but anything worked. It was still a compliment. "Hey, thanks. I'm Maverick." He nodded to her.
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Maverick couldn't help but give a sniff in amusement at Aeneas. "I guess they're for dogs, too." And dragons and everyone else that somehow has wings. He actually had no idea why and how his wings came to be. They were just there right from birth. It's all he knew.
He would add, "Nice meeting you."The wolfdog turned to Cireasa, his eyes brightening. She looked older than him, but she was no senior. That was all good for him. Maverick smirked and said, "Well, Cireasa, I'll be sure to give you a visit." And more often than I should. At her next statement, being the proud dog he was, he would let out a laugh. "Do I know how to fly? I'm the definition of flying." It was his life, as crazy as that might've sounded.
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// at school so i'm rushed arghMaverick was, to no surprise, flying. It was true what Cireasa said, that some people just kept their wings for decoration, but not Maverick. He lived to fly. Flying was everything. They were an escape from reality, a new adventure.
The wolfdog was currently practicing his flying tactics near the shimmering lake. He landed on the ground, his feathers and pelt slightly ruffled from the wind. Maverick took another breath before gaining speed and lifting off again, extending his white wings and soaring over the area.
Maverick braced himself, flying as straight as he could over the water before twisting his body and flying upside down for a few seconds. Before his wings could fold in an awkward position, he twisted back to normal and rounded around the water.
He landed on the ground. Maverick smirked but noticed a dripping from his tail. "Dang it." He muttered, flicking the droplets off before making a mental note to himself. Don't drag, Mav.
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Maverick thought on this one. Torture was always ugly, but it did work... sometimes. The wolfdog folded his wings and stood next to Reyna before saying, "What do you mean by "psychological" pain?" He had an idea of what it was but it's not like he was the master of torturing people. He didn't know these things.
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Maverick grinned in amusement when the little kit came bounding over. He was a cute kid; maybe he would grow wings someday? That would make him happy, surely. Maybe he could teach him a thing or two. "What are you doing out here by yourself?" Maverick questioned, but not long before Cireasa showed up.The wolfdog laid his sights upon the quite beautiful liger and gave a smirk; his signature one at that. "Why, thank you." If there was something he liked a lot, it was getting compliments from girls. Maverick would then reply to her question, "I've been flying ever since I opened my eyes, practically." Well, maybe not that. It was close, though. He had managed to lift himself off the ground by the time he became an apprentice.
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Maverick was circling above the camp, his wings stretched out to the limit so that he could catch as much air as he could. He spotted the wolf leader and then decided to talk to her.The wolfdog dove down and landed on his paws, folding his white wings. He glanced at the necklaces in her grip, arched a brow, and questioned, "What're the bones for?"
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Weekly tasks, huh? Sounded interesting. Maverick, adjusting his wings, would pad over and offer, "I'll take one."
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Huh, that was relatively easy. Nothing really affected him, anyways. Maverick noted everything Reyna said silently.
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"Do what the lady wants." Maverick warned the unfamiliar cat as he landed on the ground and folded his wings. He didn't know this guy but nobody seemed to like him, and if the leader didn't then he shouldn't either. "Or I'll make you into my personal chew-toy." Maverick added a small nip of his teeth for effect. It was just a cat, how harmful could he be?
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Maverick didn't really know of BoneClan's political affairs. Was BlizzardClan on good terms with them? Neutral? Bad terms? He didn't know. He got the impression that perhaps they were friendly because of the flowers that the she-cat carried.The wolfdog approached the feline, admiring her on the down-low. It was weird; he was never usually attracted to cats, but perhaps his hormones were raging. Maybe that was why he flirted with practically any female. "Hey there." Mav greeted. "How can I help you, Miss....?" He trailed off, hoping that she would provide her name.
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What? The pretty leader had been stolen? Maverick frowned and trotted up to the gathering of concerned BoneClanners. "We need to get her back!" Without consideration for the deputy or other high positions, he would say firmly, "We need to do a rescue raid, hit 'me hard." Leading a raid was his weekly task, anyways. "I say we do two groups; one wave after another. Then maybe a smaller group could be focused on rescuing Reyna."
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Maverick frowned. Okay, Feliks had a point, but he didn't exactly like being proved wrong. He was stubborn that way. "Well, don't act so worried." He huffed. "We need to do something now. If we wait any longer then she'll be seriously hurt or even left to die." Why would they just keep her there?
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"Suit yourself." Maverick snarled before lunging forward at Bill, aiming to dig his jaws into his chest.
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Maverick's eyes widened as he fastened his grip around Bill's chest and neck area. Why wasn't he fighting back? Screaming in pain? Protesting? Anything? The wolfdog grunted before attempting to drag Bill down to the ground harshly. He didn't know if he should continue; what would Reyna do?
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Maverick circled the battle field until he spotted an opponent. Using telepathy, he would communicate to his clanmates, "Coming in hot, coming in hot! Wolfdog is airborne!"He would then aim to swoop downward and knock Hollowpaw off of his feet forcefully.
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Since his roleplayer gained back some muse for him, the wolfdog was now just outside of the BoneClan camp, practicing his flight tactics like normal. Maverick landed on the ground with a huff, wings folding slightly. He eyed the sky and sighed before pushing off of the ground and extending his white wings, doing a full loop in the air before landing again.Maverick repeated his action, completing a loop before gliding outward, making for an aerial turn. He had to get his sharp turns in case anything sudden came up in combat. Alertness and swiftness was key.
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Christ, this one was huge. What was he, anyways? Maverick, appearing beside Feliks, would say, "Ditto, walrus-lion guy." What? To him, Hawkloon looked kind of like a walrus, but big enough to be a lion. Hell, maybe even bigger.
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Maverick landed again on his paws, giving a smile to the young female. He was always glad to receive praise for his talents. "Thanks!" Before he could talk to her any more, the hulking hybrid had demanded his identity, as if he were a stranger. Well, they were strangers, actually. He had seen Hawkloon before, but he doubted that the other had seen him. "Relax, big guy. I live here." Maverick smirked as he folded his white wings. "The name's Maverick."
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