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i'm mad, you're mad, we're all mad here! How do I know you're mad? If you weren't mad, you wouldn't be here!
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ooc: [size=36pt]*GASP*[/size] yay...
ic: Pumapaw flashed through the woods. Pumapaw. She didn't deserve the name. From now on, she would be Puma, Huntress of The Woods. She would be feared and respected. She would... not be able to finish that thought as she tripped over a root in the ground.
Bronzeeye sauntered around the camp, spotting a nice sunny spot to lay in, to which he quickly stole.
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ic: Puma stood, looking quickly around. They can't find me... Continuing on, she smelled cats. A lot of cats. Puma stalked closer, pressing her body under over-hanging ferns and trying to blend in.
Bronzeeye lazily swished his tail, wondering if Violeteye was out.
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ic: Startrail stirred, then lapsed back to the velvety waves of unconsciousness.
ooc: Sure. If he comes back on, We can fill him in and he can make a new character. Also, Icey, aren't you forgeting somepaw?
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ooc: Why be bored when you can be insane?
╰◝◟≖◞౪◟≖◞◜╯: Idle hands the devil's playground are.
You see? Even Yoda's with me!
╰◝◟≖◞౪◟≖◞◜╯: With you I am not. In your head I am.
Shush, Yoda.
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ic: Stare back at orange she-cat. "Hello. Where, or more exactly, when am I?" She asked.
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ooc: Umm...
╰◝◟≖◞౪◟≖◞◜╯: You are the Icey mentioned. Her Nickname for you it is.
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ic: Puma was entranced. The smell of freshkill wafted over her scent glands. She didn't notice the flick of the she cat's tail, nor the Orange cat who began padding towards her.
Bronzeeye nodded, sniffing the air. The scent was familiar, just a tingling in the back of his skull. He stalked towards the strange cat. When only a bit away, he lep, tackling the small cat to the ground.
Puma was lept upon by a heavy opressor. She clawed and bit with all her strength, but was unable to levy the lean tom off of her chest.
Bronzeeye picked the squirming she-cat up by her scruff, carrying her over to Brookstar.
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ic: Puma stopped squirming, glaring at the looming she-cat. "Tell you goon to put me down and I'll talk." She hissed.
Bronzeeye looked to Brookstar for conformation.
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ooc: It's actually sorta fun.
╰◝◟≖◞౪◟≖◞◜╯: Not an option to listen or listen not. Stuck here I am. Conscience my other name is.
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User Name: Rotclaw (May be changed soon, will edit if true)
Cat Name: Cougar(paw)
Age (In Moons): 7 moons
Rank: Loner (or apprentice.)
Appearance (Fur and Eye Color):
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/Themes/default/images/graphic.php?picture_height=280&picture_width=200&folder_name=apprentices&layer1=default&layer2=blue&layer3=high-white-spotting-10&layer4=dark-blue-eyes&layer5=default&layer6=default&layer7=undefined With long fur, a broken back leg, and lots of scars.
Gender: Tom
Family: All dead
Mate: None
Crush: None
Kits: None
Other: Used to live with his traveling family. They were all killed by a pack off dogs, except him. -
ooc: I...
╰◝◟≖◞౪◟≖◞◜╯: Yoda angry you do not want. Paperwad Yoda's relation Yoda is. Ask paperwad, give good advice, hhmmm?
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ooc:
╰◝◟≖◞౪◟≖◞◜╯: Good rper Rotclaw be. Accept her you should.
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ic: Bronzeeye dropped the small she-cat unceremoniously onto the ground.
Puma glared up at the orange tabby, then turned back to the other she-cat. "I am Puma, Huntress of the Woods." She said confidently.
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╰◝◟≖◞౪◟≖◞◜╯: A form she already made.
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User Name: Rotclaw (May be changed soon, will edit if true)
Cat Name: Cougar(paw)
Age (In Moons): 7 moons
Rank: Loner (or apprentice.)
Appearance (Fur and Eye Color):
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/Themes/default/images/graphic.php?picture_height=280&picture_width=200&folder_name=apprentices&layer1=default&layer2=blue&layer3=high-white-spotting-10&layer4=dark-blue-eyes&layer5=default&layer6=default&layer7=undefined With long fur, a broken back leg, and lots of scars.
Gender: Tom
Family: All dead
Mate: None
Crush: None
Kits: None
Other: Used to live with his traveling family. They were all killed by a pack off dogs, except him.This form enough for you?
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ooc: heehee
just playin'. So..... Deputy? What shall we do? -
ooc: Can't... see.. pic!!!!!! oh, and yeah
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