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SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS
AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags
Oh. Oh no. The majestic cat had managed to make this oddity mad! What kind of a scar was he? He had super white fur... and his nose was pink! What was up with that? His golden gaze narrowed as his body language matched the RiverClanner’s, his fur stood up on end and he got into a battle position. He let out a growl at that stupid fishface. "I do not need sarcasm! If you do not want to be educated, you can go back swimming with the rest of the fish! I am obviously not stupid!"
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SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS
AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags
//Mobile
Pummeled into kingdom come! Trash picking rat! A hiss of fury escaped him, his hackles rising, his fur standing on end. How dare this little rat speak to him like that! A snarl came out of the chocolate tabby’s mouth and he forced himself to stay put."Oh,please! A defected lollygaggin’ dolphin-face like you pummeling a perfect creature into kingdom come?!"
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SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS
AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags
Hmph! He wrinkled his nose at the fact that Sharkpool was right. Now, he would never admit it, but he wasn’t a fighter. He realized this would bad. Extremely, extremely bad in this situation. Because this stupid mess of a cat was daring him to fight! He taunted him back, "If you can even hit me, that is, you pezzo di merda! Whatever. What scars you give will still be perfect! I’m sure I can handle you, so you go first, rosey-nose." Was that flirting? Nope. But it could be seen as that. A small smirk crawled upon his features.
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SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS
AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags
Oh, look at that. One of the water cats was actually smart! Macchiato attempted to dodge the fake attack, but there was nothing to dodge and he almost landed on his rump, having to balance himself out again. And he wanted to smack that fishbreath’s nose for speaking in his ear. Ugh. It was like he could smell the stupid fish already! Oily fur needed to keep to himself over there. Plus, he didn’t even understand the prince! Well, good. A lowlife like rosey-nose boy over there didn’t need to learn the great language that he spoke. Whirring around so they were face to face, a small snark escaped him at his own failures and then his question. "I announced what my business was, to educate cats. You were the one that wanted to fight! Jeez." Macchiato pointed out, childishly stomping his paw on the ground.
//EDIT: MOBILE AND WRONG WORD
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SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS
AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags
Had the brilliant cat been someone different, he would have stolen the already-stolen chicken leg. But, even with his extremely loose code of honor, he knew not to steal something from someone so, so sick. Instead, Macchiato sighed as h walked over, dropping a breast along with it. Call it his random act of kindness for the day. He sighed, sitting down, wrapping his tail around him. "Well, ragazzo,eat up."
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Looking good! Tracking w/ Mom!
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SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS
AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags
Let's say... he did something shameful with that defect of a RiverClanner. Poor boyo didn't have a lick of color on him! Macchiato shuddered thinking about it as he waddled onto his own territory. His stomach had gotten slightly larger, and quite honestly, the lad did not feel good. His thoughts drifted to pregnancy. Yet, there was no way he was pregnant! He was a tom cat, not some sort of defect. He traveled into the city, slowly, accidentally slamming into a building at first. Ugh. If he as pregnant, he would not have a good time.
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