Slate
Apprentice
Is that the last donut... With red, white, and blue sprinkles?
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Post by Slate on Feb 23, 2016 21:31:19 GMT -6
Pain Slate's large paws scraped at a mouse's den entrance, his tail tip twitching impatiently. C'mon... Just a little further... His head was pressed on the ground trying to dig this mouse out, grunting in frustration. His claws finally met fur, and he snagged the mouse and flicked it out of the hole. Snapping the creature's neck, he picked it up in his jaws.
First food in days, I hate leaf-bare- Slate's mind cut off as something smacked him in the head and made him yowl, dropping his mouse. A cat snatched his kill and left his head ringing. The nerve-! He shook his head, don't be violent, don't be violent. "Um..." He stuttered, backing up and his fur spiking "H-hi?"
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Post by Pain on Feb 24, 2016 13:34:43 GMT -6
((it is technically powerplaying to do that as I know my character better than you and only I can control his actions. Be careful or I will have to report you.))
Pain walked off paying no mind to the ugly brat. Not that he looked good himself. He was covered head to toe in dog inflected scars and even had a missing ear. His looks made some kits be the annoying protagonist or the run away. He liked it when they ran away that way he didn't have to endure the disrespect for their superiors.
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Slate
Apprentice
Is that the last donut... With red, white, and blue sprinkles?
Posts: 70
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Post by Slate on Feb 24, 2016 21:08:00 GMT -6
[Sorry sorry sorry 3X]
Slate stared as this cat ignored him and strode off, like this was a walk in the park. "Um, hey." He meowed, still stuck to one spot. "That is mine..." He made his legs move, his claws flexing and his ears flattening.
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Post by Pain on Feb 25, 2016 5:48:13 GMT -6
"you don't kill it. Toughen up you whiny brat" he hissed taking a bite.
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Slate
Apprentice
Is that the last donut... With red, white, and blue sprinkles?
Posts: 70
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Post by Slate on Feb 25, 2016 9:43:39 GMT -6
Slate felt his claws fully unsheathe this cat was calling him the brat. "I did kill it." He growled, fur spiking and taking a step towards Pain "You trying to start something, mange-pelt?" This cat was older, stronger, and more experienced, but Slate was mad.
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Post by Pain on Feb 25, 2016 15:14:53 GMT -6
He just laughed and walked off. This kit fight him. Who the darkpool did he think he was talking to his superiors like that. He had no time to start something with these kits.
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Slate
Apprentice
Is that the last donut... With red, white, and blue sprinkles?
Posts: 70
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Post by Slate on Feb 25, 2016 17:48:55 GMT -6
Slate's fur was puffed out and his eyes narrowed into slits as Pain laughed, he was laughing at him. He snarled under his breath "You laugh at me, I wrath at you!" As Pain turned around, ignoring Slate, he got into a crouch. With a roar, he sprung, pinpointing right where this mange-pelt was padding.
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Post by Pain on Feb 25, 2016 17:52:56 GMT -6
Pain stepped out of the way. DarkPool was he a kit magnet. "if your such a talented hunter go kill another." he sighed. Annoying.
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Slate
Apprentice
Is that the last donut... With red, white, and blue sprinkles?
Posts: 70
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Post by Slate on Feb 26, 2016 9:42:49 GMT -6
Slate didn't reply, when he missed, he used that to his advantage by pushing the force back with his back paws and strait by the tom, lashing out with his paws, ivory claws fully unsheathed.
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Post by Pain on Feb 26, 2016 14:58:35 GMT -6
((you are aware slate has no chance right.))
Pain this time tried kicking him in the chest instead of dodging. Although he kept walking.
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