Warrior Cats: A RPG

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Apr 2 2018, 08:03 PM
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ENEMIES SURROUND ME BUT THE WORST APPEAR AS FRIENDS
[dohtml]</div><div style="width: 350px; min-height: 10px; line-height: 12px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; color: #443348; text-align: justify;">[/dohtml]It was one of the last snaps of cold; not cold enough to snow, but cold enough to make his breath fog up in the predawne air. Six was on the prowl- he didn't quite know what for, but he was definitely being his usual quiet self. Pacing along the river, making his way through the mud as steam pulled up off the river. He was masked by it, really - he looked like a slowly drifting log more than anything, and the water diluted his scent.

Downside was he couldn't see or smell either. But that was fine. He was a hunter, after all, and he'd make do. He had that great ol' sixth sense of his, something that alerted him to the presence of another. He was keen on not being discovered quite so easily. So he held position, letting the water coat his fur with mud, holding still as he waited for whoever it was to come into sight.

Let the hunt begin.
Jan 8 2018, 12:33 AM
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ENEMIES SURROUND ME BUT THE WORST APPEAR AS FRIENDS
[dohtml]</div><div style="width: 350px; min-height: 10px; line-height: 12px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; color: #443348; text-align: justify;">[/dohtml]So. He was back, after all this time. Midnight came and went, and he still stood, proud and battle-scarred as ever. So silently, ever so silently, he stalked the leeward side of Riverclan's borders, hulking frame casting an ominous shadow in the moonlight. This cat was trouble.

Burning green eyes trailing mystic fire in the darkness, Six kept his eyes and ears alert for danger as he began his intrusion, nose perked to see if he could catch an upwind patrol while he moved, keeping to the shadows and moving with the wind. Hell had come early this year.
Nov 6 2017, 10:38 PM
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WHO WAS RIPPED FROM THE EARTH
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Six was a big cat. Not to say he was a lion or tiger, he was just a very hefty feline for what he was. And he had no fear even now, cutting back through Riverclan's land. He carried a light to him, and the land grew still as he turned, snapping up a vole that had scurried across his path. He would sit to eat here, while he could.
Nov 6 2017, 04:54 AM
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NO ESCAPING PAIN
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Few places annoyed him as much as a swamp. The war-torn Maine Coon cut an imposing shape through the predawne light, moving as a shadow in between gusts of wind. There was a squall coming, and he cared little for the cold-driven rain as the sun slowly came up behind the thin clouds. But he would endure, even here in the marsh.

Six was immediately visible as a beast bred for war. Compared to the typical forest cat, he was massive, easily weighing as much as fifteen pounds if he'd been weighed, all of that lean and trained muscles. Scars crossed over his pelt raggedly, leaving him a patchwork of wounds new and old, with his jaw having been broken and set badly in the past. His tail was kinked as well, and hung out straight behind him, reducing his vertical shadow.

Yes, he was a monster, and the monster was on the hunt, green eyes cutting through the low light as he kept low to in the reeds and sparse undergrowth, the faint smell of Riverclan hanging off his pelt as he moved.
Oct 19 2017, 12:28 AM
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HELLO THERE MY ENEMY
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He wanted them to have fear struck into their hearts. Well, maybe not quite so intense. They needed to be alert that they weren't the apex predator anymore. That a creature far more dangerous than any of them could be was hunting, prowling. Granted, he was covered in mud and scrapes from his last fight, but he was on the move again, lingering in one spot for no more than an hour and leaving only the scent of burnt mud in his wake.

The monster was hunting.
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