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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 20:30:07 GMT -6
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Thor's day was going well, it was beautiful out. Nothing could compare to Asgard's beauty, but Midgard did have some nice spots. Not only was the day nice, but most everything was peaceful for the tom. He was in a good mood, rare for everything going on in his life. Thor wouldn't mind running into his brother, as he had been wandering aimlessly throughout the territories, but would also like meeting someone new. He didn't stop when he scented DeathClan, the barrier strong between borders. (Didn't know how to write that.) The DeathClanners had a nasty stereotype, or so he's heard, and Thor wondered if he would meet one that would break it. Sky ● 123 ● no title creativity xd MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Sky on May 21, 2017 14:49:59 GMT -6
Sky found herself lingering near the borders, her ears twitching softly in the slight breeze. It was rather nice out today, and she found herself wanting to go near the twolegplace. Although, after Icy had demolished whatever beauty was left in her face, she wasn't sure she could go near their. They would probably kill her. Her face was completely scarred, and the scars over her eyes had gone worse. The two legs had originally stitched them up, although Icy had opened them up completely and now they were deep holes filled with dry blood.
She was jerked from her thoughts as the scent of another cat filled her senses. Although, definitely not Deathclan. Who would be stupid enough to cross the border. She wouldn't do anything about it. She didn't care. "You do realize where you are, right?" She approached him calmly, an eyebrow raised.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2017 22:34:10 GMT -6
Thor watched as a multicolored she-cat approached him, his eyes locked on the holes where hers used to be. She had been blinded, the girl. He wouldn't say anything, as she probably wouldn't want him to. "DeathClan, isn't it?" He replied, not much of a question. The warrior had already gotten used to most of the territories, familiar with all the different types of cats that lived here.
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Post by Sky on May 28, 2017 10:34:31 GMT -6
Sky sat down rather calmly, tucking her tail around her paws to hide her unsheathed claws. It appeared that her body was completely relaxed, showing off her confidence. Although, on the inside, she was ready for anything. "You're a loner?" Much like him, it was mostly a statement. He smelled like Loki, and Loki meant loner.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 18:33:29 GMT -6
"More or less." He replied, casually, sitting and matching her posture. Thor sat in silence and obserbed the cat, unsure of how to continue.
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Post by Sky on Jun 3, 2017 14:37:11 GMT -6
Sky listened intently to his rather odd accent. "Where are you from?" She questioned bluntly, although based on her expression and body posture it appeared she really didn't care.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 11:28:59 GMT -6
"It's far from here, you wouldn't know." Thor answered roughly, "What happened?" The new topic sprang up quickly, but he did wonder what happened to her eyes. They looked horrible. He was known for being straightforward and blunt, and didn't really care if her feelings were hurt. They probably weren't, and she most likely didn't care about the question. Thor'd be more surprised if she got offended than if she didn't answer.
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Post by Sky on Jun 10, 2017 14:18:42 GMT -6
Sky showed no emotion at the question, although inside a wave of annoyance hit her chest. Why did cats care so much, anyways? She decided to play dumb, just to mess with him and learn how short his temper was. "What happened to what?" She questioned, head tilted innocently.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2017 17:06:54 GMT -6
"The holes in your face." He replied bluntly, smiling widely.
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Post by Sky on Jun 13, 2017 15:33:23 GMT -6
Sky let a grin appear on her face. "Oh, you mean these?" She lifted a paw delicately off the ground, pointing to her nostrils. A look of obvious fake sadness showed on her face. "Oh dear, you do have nostrils, don't you? You poor thing!" She meowed 'sympathetically'.
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