ARES Posts: 7 | Male | #arescrown Purrks: None
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The Crown now had his new watching spot. He had upgraded, instead of that stone he lounged on (which was still quite nice) he was on the much higher up Spire. He looked at camp and as much as he could see beyond it. Long-Fangs were his worst nightmare, the things he sought to destroy with ever bone in his body, but instead, the tribe he cared most about was being destroyed by one. That monster would be killed. And he intended to do it. Of course, any cat with common sense wouldn’t march up to the beast and expect it to die the second he laid a claw on it. He would bring the best of the best and murder the damned thing, but that spoiled, egoistical part of him insisted hi made the killing blow. That too it’s throat.
He had his share of accomplishments, his prized skull now decorating his den. He planned to do a quite a bit of decorating, not clutter though. It would be neat.
He really had to socialize, huh? To try and get respect from his Atari-mates and such. He made his way down from the spire and sat at the bottom, waiting as to see if any cat would approach him first.
ARES Posts: 7 | Male | #arescrown Purrks: None
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The Crown now had his new watching spot. He had upgraded, instead of that stone he lounged on (which was still quite nice) he was on the much higher up Spire. He looked at camp and as much as he could see beyond it. Long-Fangs were his worst nightmare, the things he sought to destroy with ever bone in his body, but instead, the tribe he cared most about was being destroyed by one. That monster would be killed. And he intended to do it. Of course, any cat with common sense wouldn’t march up to the beast and expect it to die the second he laid a claw on it. He would bring the best of the best and murder the damned thing, but that spoiled, egoistical part of him insisted hi made the killing blow. That too it’s throat.
He had his share of accomplishments, his prized skull now decorating his den. He planned to do a quite a bit of decorating, not clutter though. It would be neat.
He really had to socialize, huh? To try and get respect from his Atari-mates and such. He made his way down from the spire and sat at the bottom, waiting as to see if any cat would approach him first.
Luck
l She/her l Trapper l 25 moons l
{A small molly with fluffy white fur, and light blue eyes}
The she-cat's fluffy white paws slowly glided around the camp. My goal for the day is talk to at least one Atari clan-mate Her eyes scoured the camp for someone to talk to. That's when she noticed familiar pelt. a lump started grew in her throat. He was so intimidating. She hesitated only for a moment she didn't want to bother him or anything, but the way they sat made her think that he might actually be the best person to talk to. Besides it wasn't her place to judge people just from their looks. Just because he looks intimidating doesn't mean he isn't a nice guy. The she-cat took a deep breath and stepped toward him. "Hello! Nice day, isn't it?" A simple smile started to grow on her face. This is my chance to grew close to someone again.
ARES Posts: 12 | Male | #arescrown Purrks: None
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Ah, some cat did dare approach him, huh? His gaze landed on the she-cat that approached him. “Greetings.” he dipped his head to her in acknowledgment. “Yes- yes it is. A bit chilly in the mountaintops but…it’s quite alright.” he agreed. “Here, take a seat. No need for you to tire your legs.” he offered. Things…well…other than the disappearances, things hadn’t been going too wrong. He still wanted to kill that damned cougar…he’d get to it soon enough.
“Luck, right?…You’re a Trapper?” he questioned. He had good memory, and he’d spent quite a while observing the tribe when there was nothing to do and he was a simple Claw. Now he didn’t even know where to start.
Will Ares Find his Aphrodite? [P]
