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He remembered this tom. Revolution had captured him once himself, actually. The little bastard caused him to slip up and maim a kit. "Welcome back to the circus, weakling." He spat in the younger tom's face. "You're older now, so we can properly tear you apart!" Before he could do anything, a silver flash darted past him. Coward. It was the first word that came into his mind. "What's wrong with you?" He'd hiss to Luna, fur bristling.
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Username: melo-crisis
Character Name: Revolution
Participating in TURKEY HUNT.
Username: melo-crisis
Character Name: Revolution
Event Participating In: All
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Your art is so beautiful omgggg <3
Username
bingusmelon
Cat Name
Revolution
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Extra Details Wanted
-The right side of his face is heavily scarred and his right eye is scratched
-He's muscular, but thin and tall
-His eyes are royal blue
-The second pic is just for color references
-Seal point
Specific pose?
Just have him hold his nose high. Maybe a smirk/some disdainful expression?
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uhh Rev already pissed her off but maybe he gains respect for her upon learning that she's a cannibal? Teach this boi the way of eating his own kind, I'm trying to make him as bad as possible rip
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Revolution followed after Luna. Sure, he had some respect. He wouldn't admit to fear though, but he didn't want to be her dinner. "I agree with her." He spoke. Turkeys seemed far... meatier. He needed to pack up for the winter anyways, as his short fur provided little to no warmth.
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Revolution shut up after Luna threatened him. He felt a tad offended for not being worthy enough for her to eat, but his other side was thankful. He stepped back from Beeflight, though, a scowl stayed on his face. He was bloodthirsty, and he would have to find it elsewhere. As he walked away, he would turn to Janna, "Why would we want someone so weak? He should go back to the soft forest Clans he belongs to." With that, he would turn and walk away, tail lashing. It was better to walk off the anger than hurt one of his own in his unnecessary fits.
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Could Revolution befriend him/get a few tips from him?
Also it'd be fun if he walked into Ravensong's dreams, turn it into a nightmare, and scare the shit out of her lmao
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That makes sense since Rev is fickle on friends too lmao
Also that's fine! I'm not in a rush for that one <3
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It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough. The rats tasted like dust under his dry tongue, and the birds were like nothing but feathers, feathers, feathers, then bone. He needed more. And who had more? Luna. The cannibal. She ate cat meat. Taboo. But Revolution needed more to fill his cruel hunger. Perhaps it was best to pay respects for a little taste of medicine. "Luna?" He would call out, hoping to find that silver feline. She was strong, and Revolution would respect that. She was a strong and capable BloodClanner. She could help him.
// .Luna.
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Nervousness was not something the young tom usually felt. Her gaze would feel intense upon him. A spotlight. "Can you teach me to eat cats?" He asked. His voice stayed confident. This was something he wanted to do. He was a bloody, bloody cat, with a bloody, bloody mind. Revolution was a strong cat, with a strong stomach.
//eugh my muse
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Beautiful, wasn't it? The elegance of death? The scars of battle? Yes. Yes it was. Revolution opened his eyes to find himself in the Dark Forest. And it really was a dark forest. "Nice to meet you again, Nova." He dipped his head to his mentor. Here would be the source of his power. The many things he would learn. The chaos he would release upon the world. It would all begin here.
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Revolution lacked a mother. He lacked a mother's love. They were never around long enough to teach him the morals, the line between right and wrong. It was probably too late to learn now. But it may never be too late to have a mother. "The common prey can no longer satisfy me." he simply spoke. It really couldn't. Sure, it could hold back his hunger, but he needed blood.
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Caledon was a wise, wise cat. Revolution respected him. Perhaps it was because he was leader. Perhaps it was because he had knowledge. The brute leader didn't seem like one for stories. It's probably his mauled muzzle. Most storytellers were just fanatics. Caledon was someone who had seen everything. "Of course." He spoke, his blue eye gleaming with curiosity. Stories may hold the most lessons. To Revolution, it felt like an escape from his own life, and a peek into the lives of others.
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Right now, Revolution was not on a rampage. In fact, he had less rampages than when he was a younger cat. When he was a kit. He sought the knowledge of those who were better than him now. Revolution wanted to be the best. He always had. He wanted to be the perfect killing machine, the perfect liar, the perfect charmer. He wanted to be everything. So who was the top dog in town? Sheogorath, former leader of BloodClan. Twice. The seal point tom was interested in a piece of knowledge from him. He would scour the Bloodhouse in search for him first. If he couldn't find him, he would check out the surrounding areas.
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Revolution barely heard the conversation. Nor would he understand the context of it. His own thoughts were loud enough. He was always nervous to seek out those who were older, wiser, and stronger. Sheogorath happened to be all three. "I wanted to learn a few techniques from you." Straightforward. He knew what he wanted. He always knew what he wanted. What he got would be a surprise.
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