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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Aug 2, 2006 12:48:52 GMT -5
Golden blades lifted high in turn as the bengal figure crept through the area around the den, his lips curled back and his body stiff in case he found himself attacked. He had seen this Touslepelt character before, fighting with WindClan, and he had joined in. He liked his antics for fighting and he found he could be a useful ally, they could even scratch each other's backs. With caution one paw set foot on the cool dirt, another following, then another. The scent of kits and rogues hit his lungs, making him flick his auds curiously. Kits? In this creature's domain? No matter, there was blood mixed in the scent as well, he still had faith that the tom was no kindred spirit to those of the purity of clans. [/color] |
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Post by rex. on Aug 5, 2006 23:52:01 GMT -5
ooc: so we just ditched to old thread then? good post, btw.
At the enterence, a Rexen tom crawled out of the gorse bush and calmly looked around to see who was there. Touslepelts scences immediatly locked onto the intruder and his head snapped to face whoever it was. The rogue didnt seem supprised by the guest or angered. more like this was just another nonchalant day, one fight wasnt going to change anything. As his claws slipped from their sheaths, his eyes changed with recognition, and he purposfully let his defenses down as he straightened up into a seated position and he meowed "Fancy seeing you again."
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Aug 9, 2006 19:20:12 GMT -5
OOC: Well I think it was kinda dead.... thank you ^^
Just as the scent of the former RiverClan deputy hit his lungs he heard the rather polite words. He turned, claws sheathed. He still remembered what he'd been taught as an apprentice, he was tresspassing, he had no right to pick a fight. His golden head stiffly nodded as he watched the tom, sitting when a few moments of hushed silence passed. "Indeed. I've come to speak to you of something that might interest the both of us... Touslepelt isn't it?"
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Post by rex. on Aug 12, 2006 19:44:41 GMT -5
The older tom skipped the bengals small talk questioned and responded with "what did you have in mind?"
zzz
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Aug 13, 2006 14:32:29 GMT -5
If memory serves me correct I believe you have an interest in RiverClan. I have an interest in ShadowClan. You have followers, I have followers. If we join together with our 'armies' we will double our chances of success. I find this a likely road to go down, but I need your agreement. There was no need to beat around the bush. He was not the kind of cat to do that, straightforward.
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Post by rex. on Aug 15, 2006 12:29:12 GMT -5
Touslepelt grinned and lazily slouched back onto his rump, and meowed in summary "So, you're saying you want me to help you with a little problem of yours in ShadowClan and in return, you will fight for me for RiverClan..." he stared at the masculine ShadowClan warrior with an amused expression. well if only I had these resourses... he thought. Rising to his paws he said what is your Commission?
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Aug 16, 2006 23:02:51 GMT -5
Smokepelt nodded, knowing he had the rex's interest. He continued on with the same monotone. I'm not precisely sure as of yet. I just wish for your guarantee that you will assist me and I you when the plan is laid out.
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Post by rex. on Aug 17, 2006 21:23:49 GMT -5
the rex nodded "then it is agreed"
ooc: a very blah post
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