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    BAXTON


    blood clan - guard


    baxton ** tom ** 11 moons ** blood clan ** flicker's mate



    Leaving? They were leaving! Oh things were changing too fast. Baxton's eyes flicked to his mother. New life for her.


    But what about Baxton?


    He was being forced to sudden change, change so quick and so fast!


    Baxton felt miserable, he was soaked. He felt cold. He felt alone. He walked looking at the house. It was grand, but he never understood luxuries. No point. It provided shelter, dry shelter. Hopefully warm.


    Mom.


    The words echoed in his head as Nana called his mother mom.


    Oh wait that's just Jailbird.


    Baxton's black figure walked quietly. A new place to live. But it would never be his home. Not the junkyard.

    (c)trexgirl


    BAXTON


    blood clan - guard


    baxton ** tom ** 11 moons ** blood clan ** flicker's mate



    Baxton had fought a dog before. He had fought a fox. He had killed a fox and a young cougar and some hawks when he was undercover in the tribe. The tribe were strong cats, they had shaped BAxton.


    Dogs were clumsy and impulsive.


    Grunting he got up and followed Canary. Silently he hopped the fence trailing his younger cousin.


    "Be careful Canary. I'll be behind you."

    (c)trexgirl


    BAXTON


    blood clan - guard


    baxton ** tom ** 11 moons ** blood clan ** flicker's mate



    Baxton twitched his nose at the announcement. Jailbird. And what would she teach Canary? Not how to be a tool. She wasn't a mentor. Baxton flicked his ear. Fine. She was head Guard but now he knew that didn't mean much.


    [color=red]"Congratulations Canary. You'll be a fine Guard."[/color

    (c)trexgirl


    BAXTON


    blood clan - guard


    baxton ** tom ** 11 moons ** blood clan ** flicker's mate



    Baxton listened to his Uncle's wellbeing. Adjusting. Yea Baxton had a problem adjusting to forced change. He hated this change.


    "Yea I heard. Good luck with that scrounge. But you'll be great. You are Waspwing and Caledon's child.", he looked at Luxor. Who was he to Canary? Nothing perhaps. Just another clanmate. Baxton flicked his right ear


    "You're a tough one. About time someone rewards you for that.", Baxton stood up and shook his fur before settling down again.


    "I feel weird staying in the blood house. That isn't my home. It's alien... I don't have any good memories here.".


    Except bad ones.


    Well not totally and completely. Just so far. Baxton looked toward the entrance. How would Jailbird act if one of her children died? How about that Elkton? Hm... No I can't do that.


    No, he couldn't.

    (c)trexgirl



    // canary be like"OH WOW GEE! Are those some hybrid babies? Mutant kits?"

    omg i wanna make it work...


    maybe he kinda like just looked her scars and is like woah



    and has a quick affair and is like "nah I lub Flicker. That wasn't supposed to happen." and then drama drama drama, so basically he kinda has a moment of weakness (isn't even attracted to Cielo but wants to cause someone hurt and becomes impulsive not realizing it is hurting flicker) and then.... yea. he kinda doesn't want cielo (i think bax has a thing for girls who're considered ugly, like he is like NO UR BE YOU TEA FULL!)


    and VALESKA- sure! can you make?

    Scorchedface: MY baby mama made me a canole and some macaroni! I call her my little canole! Cause she creamy in the centa. Ain't no chick gonna nab in on my good thing i gawt go-in unless i want em to. Look one day Mal that old hag Mal, she whines and tells me I don't do nuff, I says and listen I says, I says, 'i'll kill the little shits'. and guess what Badabing bada boom Im my children's doom.