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Post by Storm on Sept 3, 2011 20:51:30 GMT -5
ooc;; I was referring to how you always post someone raking their claws down my character's face or something, which is annoying.
Spike burst out laughing, falling onto his haunches when he couldn't control himself. "Oh, Jaguar, I never knew you were such a naughty kitty!" he wailed, his head thrown back in laughter.
Dirt raised a brow when Spike erupted into a bout of laughter, but then suddenly stiffened whe the faint stench of blood drifted into his nostrils.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 3, 2011 21:00:44 GMT -5
((what? who said because that's not true(well most of it)))
Jaguar glared at Spike without moving his head, a snarl printed on his face. "How about you shut up so we can see what's other there thick-head!" the multiple-colored tom growled, jerking his head at Dirt. "Dirt, be bait for us for a second. Just to make sure its Wind." using a paw, Jagaur pushed the brown tabby towards the trash can.
*coughruntkitwithwebsinearcough*
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Post by Storm on Sept 3, 2011 21:13:11 GMT -5
Spike's grin turned to a snarl as Jaguar snapped at him, and his stood to his paws once more. Dirt widened his eyes when Jaugaur chose him as bait, and bit back a protest. Obediently, he nodded and slowly stalked forward. He realized that if he were to lure Wind out, he would have to take a more innocent approach, seeing as the young tom was obliged to help anyone in need. "Help, help!" he wailed in the most feminine voice he could do. Dirt heard the snorts and snickers coming from Spike a few fox-lengths behind him and he grew hot under his pelt in embarrassment.
ooc;; I'm not that stupid, Wolf. I know it's Toxic.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 3, 2011 21:30:20 GMT -5
The other followers burst out laughing at Dirt's fail try of sounding like a ingured cat in trouble. "...You're kdding me right?" was all that Jagaur said, raising an eyebrow that was above his green eye. How in the name something could that fool anyone at all? "Wow Dirt, that's very charming! Try being a kit!" one of the followers teased, falling on his back laughing like some kind of hyena.
((wow Storm, that was vvvery fuuny))
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Post by Storm on Sept 3, 2011 22:17:24 GMT -5
ooc;; I've told you once. Stop godmodding.
Dirt didn't dare look back at his companions, in fear of them seeing his red face and wide eyes. "Sounds like a mating call to me!" yowled Spike, the anger from earlier fading into amusement. The rest of the group agreed and laughed along with Spike.
ooc;; What now?
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 4, 2011 14:12:15 GMT -5
((who am I godmodding?! because i am not!*so confused*))
Jaugar rolled both of both of his eyes as everyone started laughing at Dirt. "Can we get back down to business here people?!" he growled at the group. "I'll do it myself then, Dirt get back." the tom sighed as he headed for the trash can. Unsheatching his claws, he leapt as soon as he saw a bundle of red fur. Wait a mintute, Wind is a gray tabby, so why-!?, the second-in commade thought, then landed. Bewteen his white paws, looking up at him with green eyes, was a small runty kit.
"Toxic?!"
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Post by Storm on Sept 4, 2011 14:35:42 GMT -5
ooc;; You're roleplaying the other followers.
Dirt flattened his ears in embarrassment and stepped back as Jaguar ordered him to. Spike trotted up to Dirt and nudged him on the shoulder, giving him a sneer. He was about to tease the spotted tom more, but stopped when Jaguar hissed a familiar name. "Why that little-" he growled, his amused expression turning into a snarl. "Can't you teach that mousebrain godchild of yours to mind his own business?" he yowled, lashing his tail in annoyance.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Sept 6, 2011 18:15:29 GMT -5
((What am I supposed to write, Wolf?))
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Post by Wolfstorm on Sept 6, 2011 18:28:19 GMT -5
((err, your cats following wind to join him?))
Jaguar took a second to tell Spike to shut up, "Shut up Spike, not like any she-cat will fall for you!" before turning back to look at Toxic; the little red kit shunched down with his tails between his legs. "Toxic, what are you doing here following us?" the odd-eyed tom asked.
"I-I wasn't f-following you!"
"What were you doing then?"
"......Tracking?"
"Tracking what then?"
"...You?"
"That's what I thought." Jagaur meowed as he glanced over at Dirt. "Dirt, take Toxic back to the Ruined Twoleg's Nest."
Wind padded down the sidewalk, his paw steps even. He kept his frosty-blue eyes flicked around, always on gaurd.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Sept 6, 2011 18:35:11 GMT -5
Snapple dashed out from behind the dumpster, she dashed toward the sidewalk, planing to cross the thunderpath. She wanted to cross it as soon as possible, hoping no cat saw her. She wasn't exactly "liked" by Shade, and she mostly prefered to keep to herself. The fluffy tabby ran toward the sidewalk, not really looking where she was going. Snapple crashed into something, she stumbled back almost falling down. "Watch where you're going!" she growled, fluffing out her fur. Stupid mouse-brain she thought angrily.
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