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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 12, 2008 22:21:44 GMT -5
Boo f**kin' hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of s**t,
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it,
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists,
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of s**t...
Leaf-bare was the time of year that every cat in their right mind should hate with a passion. Food was no where, cold snow covered the ground and every leaf in the forest was gone. In the misted forest, it was a place where, no matter the weather, was not a place for the weak minded. A large figure moved through the thick mist, his huge form barely a mark out against the contrast of gray, white and black that shaded the whole of the mistu forest. Bright amber eyes hone like searchlights through the mist, almost ghosty as the large brown tom edged without a sound through the mist. Werewolf's paws ached slightly from his third lap around the territory, bordom itching at his fur as he scanned through the mist once again.
Food had vanished and in his urrent condition, he was lucky to be able to not trip over his own paws. The thirst for bloo scratched at his chest as he unsleathed his claws, sharp points pressing into the thick blanket of snow underpaw. He'd gone out hunting, it hope of something to do, but in this cursed forest, there was nothing, not even a wandering kit to quench his thirst. A deep growl rippled from the huge brown tom;s throat as he savagly lashed a paw across a fallen leaf, bright eyes narrowed in annoyance. Whatwould he say if he went back empty pawed? There was no food would be an answer that he'd be punished for and there was no reason why he shouldn't have to deal with the consiquence.
...You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots.
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a c**k.
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong.
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are f**king morons. |
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 13, 2008 6:53:35 GMT -5
In a broken forest this size, it was quite impossible to find anything to eat, even a morsel of meat would have been sufficient for two hungry cats. The jet black tom sat on a small bank, a way from a dried out stream, a small vole in his mouth. It wasn't even worthwhile eating in its current state, too skinny and probably stringy to the bone. Though, that was the life he'd chosen. Moon sat watching Werewolf through interested yellow eyes, as the Warrior moved slowly through the thick of the tree's.
In fact, the Deputy was surprised that instead of searching the frozen waste landed forest, why the other tom didn't seek food in another territory, they were Rogues ain the end, so stealing wouldn't have mattered. The jet black tom stood out from the white forest, his stocky body and jet black pelt weren't exactly camouflage. His tail flicked in sympathy for the Warrior, after all, every soul hated leaf-bare, not a scrap of prey was in sight. He made no sound, no movement but the flicking of his tail whooshing against a frozen leaf, scrutinising the tom from every angle his eyes would permit.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 14, 2008 2:27:56 GMT -5
Boo f**kin' hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of s**t,
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it,
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists,
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of s**t...
Such a cat like the deputy didn't hide within the mist, and Werewolf knew that the tom wasn't trying to hide either. Amber eyes flickered in the direction of Moon, a small growl edging in his throat as the large brown to, glared straight at the black tom. The faint rustle of a leaf was the noly sound to echo through the shadowed territory and from the angle, it was easy to tell who had made the sound. "If you have a problem moon..." The dark pelted tom growled, deep amber eyes flashing. "...say so, instead of sitting there like a dead adder." He had no respect for cats that were just the same as what he was, the cats who had no talent, nothing special to make them different from every other cat. Moon was one of these. Only Darkheart stood out from the rest of them and he was the only cat who had earnt the brown tom's respect while Moon on the other hand, would never really stand out from the rest of them. Paws pausing against the ground, the huge tom barely gave a flick of his tail, amber eyes narrowed and focusing on the so called 'deputy'.
...You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots.
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a c**k.
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong.
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are f**king morons. |
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 15, 2008 11:08:10 GMT -5
If Moon had eyebrows, he would've raised them. The tom's tailed flicked slowly and his head tilted to the side in consideration. Had I have had something to say, I would've said it by now. he gave out a cat-like grin. The tom was wary of Werewolf, he was violent and remarkably suspcious, which was what Moon liked to see in a warrior. Perhaps however, you should be wary of how much noise you make, his own yellow eyes narrowed in a distinct scorn. You might frighten away any poor soul left alive. He didn't return the tom's growl but sat, mind ticking over the tom wondering what his reaction would be, most likely violent.
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Post by snowstorm on Dec 16, 2008 18:15:19 GMT -5
Risingmoon jumped down from the tree she had been perched in. She had caught two birds, but they hadn't satisfied.
Moon, Werewolf, will you two ever get along? she asked padding up to them, the snow hiding her well. Her saphire green eyes were a giveaway though. She was the only Rouge Clan cat to have them. I do wish the two of you wouldn't argue. She smiled at Werewolf. The best place for you to hunt is in the tree's. None of the animals in the trees will know your coming. Besides their asleep. She looked at Moon.Any luck with anything on your end? she asked hoping someone would have some luck on the ground. She was hungry and those birds hadn't helped. She could tell Werewolf had a thirst for blood, she did as well. But she never went on other clan's territories during the day. Unless she was accompanied.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 24, 2008 11:59:51 GMT -5
*bump* Sky..?
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Post by snowstorm on Dec 28, 2008 14:56:35 GMT -5
ooc: sorry was this a closed thread?
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