Posts by MARKIPLIER

I found a two picture if one of you is good at editing.

Yeah I think they should, I'll make if you guys want.

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Mark was woke up in his den near the entrance of the cave by the smell of urine and fire, he stood up quickly and raced toward the forest, narrowly avoiding a trap. He walked up next to Keith, shaking his head at the note and looking back up. “fuck, they've started a fire too?” He murmured to himself, quickly manipulating most of the fire to extinguish or turn into a smaller flame, he sighed looking at the rest of the fire and lowering the flames of it as well, of course he didn't extinguish the fire completely but it was a lot smaller than it was before.

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So since I'm still (kinda) new this is a WIP

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Once he was done putting out most of the things he sighed listening to Fenris before snapping at him, “well then it's a good fucking thing we have mostly rocky terrain, isn't it?” Mark's eyes turned black for a few seconds before he closed his eyes and sighed again, “we have to save what we can of this forest, they've killed plenty of our prey too, so we have to save the prey's and our own habitat.” Mark flicked his tail to the trail of mice and bird blood on the ground.

He sat down his tail twitching, he was frustrated to say the least, it was uncommon for someone to mess with the Exiles at all, so why was it that Shadowclan who singled them out, surely they had some war going on, considering everyone else was giving others shit.
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Ohshitohshitohshit.

This was what Mark thought as he stumbled through the jungle creating a path for himself through the flames and extinguishing as much of the fire as he could, which was around five to ten feet on either side of him as he walked towards Dystopia and the three children. Mark cleared a wide path for the three children and attempted to make a path to Dystopia, he extinguished the flames on Dystopia and raced over.

He looked at the children shouting over the roar of the flames “get to the beach! I got Dystopia!” He created a large path through the flame as he used his superstrength to haul Dystopia through the flames.
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Mark heard someone shout his name not just anyone Séan.

He cleared a place for Dystopia to lay and made the fire around her go about twenty feet from her body to make it so that she'd have time to get to the path he had made to the beach, as he passed Silenthills he hissed loudly and quickly, “I'm going to get Séan, help Dystopia get to the beach!” he sprinted off, clearing the fire in front of him as quickly as he could, getting to Séan, “Séan? Oh thank the lord, your okay!” He yelled smiling quickly, “Séan we have to get to the beach quickly.”

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Mark shook his head lightly as Fenris snapped at someone else after telling Mark not to snap at him, but then turned to Hope with dark brown eyes and nodded, “that is quite a good idea.” He said glancing at the ropes hanging in the trees that led to the ground “perhaps we should start with the nets or bear traps?” Mark suggest flicking his ears towards the nets on the ground across from him and standing again, this would take a while but if more people came to help this would be much easier.

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Mark had been having a relaxing day at the beach, soaking up the rays, smiling and talking to some friends, and making inappropriate jokes (but come on that was the basis of his personality). The red-eared Male would then stare at the water as most of the people left for duties. Why would anyone want to go swimming? It was cold and dark, and no one knew what was in the water. Besides most of the clan were felines, and most felines couldn't swim.

He sighed, turning his attention to the cliff and then to the rocky shore at the base of it, it was a risky jump, but he'd seen some make it, though some broke a bone in their tail or froze up from the shock of being so close and narrowly avoiding the rocks.

But he'd never seen someone come as close as Cyrus.

Mark had thought Cyrus was stable, so he thought Cy was just sightseeing, as the gray water looked very beautiful at certain angles. But as Mark saw him get closer he assumed he was going to jump in the water. So he turned his head away to greet an NPC, once he turned his head back he saw Cy's figure dropping close to the rocks, and his heart seemed to stop beating and time seemed to slow down.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. This was one of Jack's friends, what if he died and Mark was the only witness? Jack might shun Mark after that, or worse, hate Mark for the rest of their lives. Mark sprang forward racing toward the bottom of the cliff and balancing himself on the rocks. After a few seconds of Cy not resurfacing Mark screeched as loud as he could, "Cyrus, Cyrus?! Oh please fucking be okay."

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Mark padded up at the thought of a nature walk, maybe he'd see some squirrels and they'd bow down. The thought made him chuckle and he nodded at Run, smiling, "sure, a stroll on a warm winter day couldn't hurt." He shrugged, his brown eyes skimming over the sweater Run was wearing. So this was the one who always wore different sweaters, he always thought everyone was talking about that character from Gravity Falls.

He adjusted his glasses slightly, smiling again, and taking a juice pouch and nodding to Runboy, "thanks." Mark would say simply. His red ears flicking as he waited for Run to lead the way, since he knew the forest better.

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Mark decided it'd be okay to go, this was for Whitedove, and not only did the Exiles need medics at all times, but Jack would miss White, and White was a sweet girl, she risked many things for her hriends and family, getting herself hurt defending others. She deserved to be brought back home.
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Mark ran in behind Susurro, narrowing his brown eyes at the pair scuffling and looking for an opponent of his own, he then flicked his ears as he heard Spec speak, he turned his head and attempted to jostle the earth underneath Spec and send him flying upwards with no earth to suport him, if this worked, Mark would scuttle over to where Spec would fall and attempt to slice at the fur over his ribs.

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Mark was standing there with his juice pouch, staring off, probably thinking about space or deep murky waters, before he heard himself and Susurro be acknowledged, he turned and smiled at Sherry and flick one half-red ear. "I'm Mark Edward Fischbach, call me whatever you like." Mark sipped his juice pouch after he introduced himself, looking at Sherry for a moment, golden eyes? He'd never seen those in his old home. He supposed cats and dogs possessed yellow eyes sometimes, but never golden. Oh well, that was what was unique in this world

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Mark would look quickly over as he felt someone leaping toward him, seeing Tama he'd dodge, getting two of the spires into his shoulder, he growled, yanking it out of his flesh and attempting to use his superstrength to knock her to her side If this worked Mark would send a burst of flame towards Tama's back legs. He was angry to say the least, filthy Blizzardclanners double-teaming him.

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Mark's eyes became wide as three of them launched an attack at him, for a few seconds, Barry delayed him, and some of the fire hit the sides of Mark's neck, he then regained movement and sent the flame spiraling back at both Barry and Tama he'd then attempt to send the two upwards quickly with his earth element, like he had attempted with Spec. Speaking of Spec, he'd attempt to throw him off his own back and claw at his stomach quickly.

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"I think we should burn him."
These were the first words that came out of Mark's mouth as he sat down, not that far from Sherry, "and I'll happily do it myself, if you like." Perhaps those who knew of Dark would think it was him talking, when really it was Mark. Miles had burnt Dystopia, put children in danger, and he'd put Jack in danger. There was a cold glint to his eye as he looked at Miles, he wasn't even engaged to Cyrus, so why wouldn't Mark want to hurt him? He was a danger to the exiles.

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Mark would hiss as Spec sank his claws into Mark's shoulder, distracted from what Barry was doing and attempt to sink his claws into Spec's eye socket, hoping to make the wounds reopen As Mark did this, he felt himself being raised into the air, unable to move, and be slammed on his sides to the ground, he lay their, eyes wide from the shock, and blood leaking from his mouth at how hard he'd been slammed

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Mark was as most people thought, an open book, he didn't usually keep secrets from his friends, he spoke his mind, and he thought that any wrong-doer deserved justice, but he didn't tell many of them about Dark either. He had his reasons to keep this from them,but mostly for their own good, explaining Dark wasn't easy without a live description, and he didn't like risking the chance of him taking over and hurting those he cared about.

Mark was also a little dumb, not mentally, but when he risked his life he risked it hard. Leaping into fires and clearing narrow paths through those fires, speaking out to those who didn't necessarily like him, jumping onto rocks near water. And some thought he was dumb for being afraid of cold, murky, dark water where you can't see the bottom. But lord only knows what are in those waters, space was even more explored than the ocean, with ninty-five percent of the ocean unexplored.

But enough about his dumb bravery, Dark and (shudder) oceans. Mark woke up from a nap to the scent of flowers, though the scent of poppy was what woke him up the most, probably because he knew poppy seeds were used by the clans for herbs, so it was strange to scent just the flower. He padded out, spotting Sherry and walking over, "what'cha doing?" Mark asked, yawning slightly, since he was still half asleep. He spotted the red flowercrown and smiled a little, "red's a very nice color." he chuckled, flicking his red and dark brown ears.

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