Posts by IcebellTheAspie

OOC: Pfft, I'm even worse at naming Clans. :P

IC: "Oh, okay," Nightpaw says.

"Is he an experiment, too? Maybe I know his number. What number is he? I know about all the deaths at the Facility," Tora says.

Suddenly, Raccoonpaw sees a little rat eating some of her herbs. "Oh, no you don't," she snarls. She bites its neck, and carries it to the freshkill pile, dropping it on the top with disgust. "Filthy vermin."

She probably didn't scent it due to the rotting herbs in the supply.

OOC: Okay, ClamClan is pretty bad. XD

IC: "Then it's probably a good idea to see what's going on there," Nightpaw says in agreement.

She waves her tail back. She picks up a blackbird and carries it to her den to eat.

OOC: It depends on the kinds of things. Like if I'm invited to FarmVille on the rare occasion that I am on Facebook, I most definitely mind. But I don't mind being invited to other things, although that doesn't always mean I'll accept the invitation. Usually I do, though.

IC: "Hm, I think he might still be alive. Is he still there? I think that he has something else wrong with him. Some sort of malfunction. See, there's this list in the hallways, it tells you the status of all the experiments." Tora frowns as she remembers her status.

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Status: Failed
Other: Dangerous. Scheduled for death at 15:00 today.

That was today, the day she left. She saw it at 14:28.

Raccoonpaw sits down and bites into the bird, savoring the flavor. She never really cared for the flavor of most rodents.

Nightpaw follows excitedly.

"Don't worry, I think they only kill the dangerous malfunctions. I think he's just got something small. Maybe a coma," Tora says.

Nightpaw sniffs the air and grimaces. "Yuck! Twolegs smell terrible."

"Well, if you insist on helping him, then I'll help too," Tora says. "They've done a lot of experiments on me, too. I was actually considered a success for a while. But it can make you insane. They do lots of terrible things. Soon you don't even mind because they've injected you with a serum that makes you indifferent..." Her eyes stare at nothing as she recalls some of the experiments. Oh, the pain! She suddenly snaps out of it. "But what I mean is, I'll help."

Nightpaw nods. "I figured. Who actually wants a dog?"

"Yes," Nightpaw agrees. "What Clans live near us? Who could it be?"

OOC: Yay, someone else!

IC: "I think that I'll wait. I never was good with aim. I think that I would like a hammer," Tora says thoughtfully. "No matter where you hit with a hammer, it does serious damage."

Tora bares her teeth and growls. "Who's there?!" she snarls.

"That's a good idea," Nightpaw says.

Tora frowns, and says, "I don't remember you. They didn't make you, did they? If they did, what number?"

Nightpaw follows.

"Heh, I'm a failed one too. We probably all are. They tried to kill me earlier today, so I killed one of them and escaped. They said I was probably the most dangerous of all the experiments," Tora says.

She pushes through the barrier as well, entering the camp.