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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 12:26:32 GMT -6
Demented explored the swamp, a smile upon his tricoloured face. "Anyone here?" he smiled deviously, searching the area for any other felines that may lurk within the same area.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 17:17:46 GMT -6
Nightmare's fur puffed out as a chilly breeze swept though the swamp, since it was getting to leaf-bare it was getting harder and harder to find food in the rouge clan territory. She decided to try out the swamp because all she had today was a scrawny squirrel. Some time of the year, I hate this. As Nightmare turned she saw a tom that looked like someone upstairs had an odd sense of humor. She knew other Deatherclanners were a dangerous enemy if aggravated, so the best thing to do was either scare it off, avoid it, or fight. "Yes, someone is here." Nightmare growled with her fur slightly spiked.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2014 12:23:19 GMT -6
Demented's ear flicked when he heard someone growl. He sharply turned his head towards where the growl emerged from and stalked towards the dark feline, his oddly coloured eyes slanted.
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