He nodded with a grin. "Follow me," he mewed.
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He led him to camp, taking in slow strides.
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Nightpath grunted. "As long as I take you down with me," he meowed, sounding unconcerned. It was just banter. The large scarred tom moved to the side as Omorthan charged, lashing out with a wide, hard paw at the rogue's chest.
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ooc: ^^ if I missed any attacks on my characters, could you repost it please? :) Thanks :3Omorthan had taken good training for this battle, and he wouldn't wait to show what he got, including dodging this. But he wasn't fast enough, resulting in a gash over on his flank, and the tom bared his teeth at the sight of first blood shed. "You just stained my fur cat," he said with a growl, his face unreadable before he charged again, this time faster to headbutt the tom.
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They came upon a vast cave, where Skulls reside. "This is our home," he announced.
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"Sorry, she-cat. I'll buy you a new one later. Or, you could wash it. This is a battle, not a playfight," Nightpath growled. Young cats and their mixed up priorities. He bared his teeth, bracing himself as Omorthan closed in on him.
He was hit in the chest, causing him to be pushed on his hind legs, which strained against buckling. Now, this was a good opportunity, and the senior warrior aimed to wrap his paws around the sides of the rogue's head.Hit successful. He ignored Nightpath's comment, focusing more on the attack than the words. Omorthan didn't want to be distracted from anything, and that was going to cut it. His whiskers were suddenly stuck to his face as he felt paws wrapped around the side of his head. "What the hell?" he hissed in surprise, trying to pull away from the paws. "Get your dumb-as* paws away from my head!"
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He chuckled a bit. "Why thank you," he said as he looked around. "How's you like to live in here?"
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He laughed. "Or so you thought." He led the cat into the Skull's den. "This is where you'll stay."
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He nodded. "Alright. Bye." He walked out the den.
[Omorthan out.]
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His whiskers twitched. "Skulls territory."
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"In another's territory," he replied, nodding over to the far side away from Skulls. "There."
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He looked at her paw. "What happened?" he simply asked.
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He grunt. "You're hiding it, and I can't see it," Omorthan said with a roll of his eyes.
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He merely looked at it. "Don't you know what to do?"
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Omorthan looked over to Dartcher. Sleeping through a meeting? That was a pretty stupid move. That tom should have known it was important, if Pluxiria had called it.
"Scythe is gone, presume dead, you lazy tom. And Voltaire is the new deputy," he said with an annoyed hissed. The Cave-Warden had no patience with these types. It was more of his mood.
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ooc{Um recap? xD
ic{Omorthan frowned in thinking as he sat.
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OOC:|: Poor butterfly. xD
IC:|: Omorthan rested on a rock where the sun lay its heat on.
OOC:|: No muse. ;^;
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Omorthan skidded to a stop, looking down at the creature. "Well who re you?" the red tom growled slightly.
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Blanc was a weird name, but Omorthan didn't say it out loud. He moved in closer to smell the creature, strange in its appearance and size. "What are you?"
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OOC:|: Wait can she talk in cat tongue? xD
IC:|: The wind blew.
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Omorthan snort. "I thought Sunclan returned to their kittpet-life," he said. "I've heard rumors since the leaders changed their mind. I don't know if that is correct," he added with a shrug.