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Post by Storm on Aug 31, 2011 19:57:42 GMT -5
ooc;; Pfft, no kidding..
Jason raised a brow when Wind adressed him as "comrade". "My name," he grinned. "Is Jason." And with that, the young tom turned around and stalked off into the shadows, the tip of his gray tabby tail disappearing behind a corner of a small building.
ooc;; Where's Fate when you need her? 
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 31, 2011 20:14:44 GMT -5
Wind watched as Jason walked away, leaving only after he called out to the gray tabby. "My name is Wind Tiger!" with a small nod, the blue-gray tabby zipped away though the alley. He needed to find more cats willing to fight agaisnt Shade, no matter the cost. Keep your ears pricked Shade, keep your eyes open, and keep looking behind you. Because your time as leader is in danger now, Wind thought as burst from outside the alley, and down the empty street of the area. Because its time for peace to take its course. Its time for a new dawn, time for a new leader!
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Post by Storm on Sept 3, 2011 14:31:28 GMT -5
Spike emerged from the ruined twoleg nest and swung his massive head from side to side, scanning his surroundings for any sign of Wind. "That stupid kit won't know what's coming." he hissed to himself, unseathing his long claws. "Hurry up, will you?" he spat over his shoulder at Jagaur as he was already turning around a corner of an alley.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 3, 2011 19:33:36 GMT -5
Jaguar growled as he went though the hole, and onto the streets after Spike; followed by five other toms. "Calm down will you? I don't even know why Shade made you one of his second-in commades if you're so mallow and rash." the muitie-colored tom meowed boldly as he caught up to Spike, walking ahead of the white tom. "As far as I'm consered, I just to get this done." Jaugar growled, his brows deepen into a frown. The followers behind them looked at each in fear for some strange reason.
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Post by Storm on Sept 3, 2011 19:57:42 GMT -5
Spike gave Jaguar a cold glare. "He made me his second in command because I'm the strongest cat in the alleyways." he growled. His tail lashed in annoyance and his eyes were narrowed into a frown.
Dirt silently trailed after the two arguing toms, two more followers on each of his sides. He rolled his eyes and sighed. When will things ever change there?
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 3, 2011 20:08:18 GMT -5
Jaguar made a humorousness grin at Spike. "Well Shade made me one of his second-in commades because I'm the smartest cat in The Alleyways. Face it, even I know better than to acttack a whole dog pack straight on then you thick-head!" the multiple-colored tom teased as the group turned down an alley.
The golden tom that was on Dirt's right leaned his head forward so they can talk without the second-in commades hearing them. "I swear, those two are always at each other throarts!" he muttered. The brown tabby on the left grinned. "I better they fight each other in thier sleep!"
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Post by Storm on Sept 3, 2011 20:21:22 GMT -5
ooc;; Wolf, don't rp any other characters without creating a profile for them.
Spike snorted and swung his massive head to the left so he could glare at Jaguar. "Yeah? Well, counting how many dogs there are in a fight won't save your fur from being ripped off." he retorted, the fur on his shoulders bristling. He crossed Jaguar's path and flicked his long-furred tail at Jaguar's yellow collar, casting him a smirk over his shoulder. "And how come you still wear this dumb collar?" he jeered, changing the subject. "What are you, a kittypet?"
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 3, 2011 20:26:59 GMT -5
((they're just random cats that have no meaning))
When Spike asked the question, everyone gasped in shock, and horror. Jagaur's notched ear twitched as he glared at the white tom with his colorfull eyes. "What did you call me Spike?!" he snarled, his claws unsheatching out of his white front paws. He lashed his thick fluffy tail as he bared his fangs. He hated it when someone asked about his past, it only remind him of how his Twoleg was beaten him every day, as if he was some kind of playtoy.
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Post by Storm on Sept 3, 2011 20:34:15 GMT -5
ooc;; That counts as godmodding. And I ask of you to please not post Jaguar "slashing his claws across Spike's face."
Spike raised a brow. Bingo. If there was anything he enjoyed more than torturing innocent cats, it was torturing Jaguar. "You heard me," he pressed further. "Did you love your precious twoleg so much that you couldn't bear to take it off?"
Dirt felt the tension crackling in the air and when no one around him tried to stop Spike and Jaguar's argument, he quickly trotted forward and placed himself between the two bristling toms. "Stop. We're supposed to be on a job, remember?" he meowed calmly.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 3, 2011 20:39:19 GMT -5
((his claws are out. He didn't acttack Spike, read darn it!))
Jagaur spatted at Spike, anger flashing in his eyes. "He used me as somekind of playtoy, and you think I even liked him?!" he stopped when Dirt, one of thier followers got between them. Before the tom could snap the brown tabby's head off, a clanging sound of a lif falling off a trash can came from the group's right. At the scent of blood, Jagaur raised an eyebrow in a dark way along with a twisted grin.
((*coughredandblackkitcough*
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