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"Some men say that I'm intense or I'm insane."

Lionshade • Female • Warrior • 30 Moons • Warrior's Den
Mentions: OPEN

Drip. Drip. Drip. A steady rhythm of water plopped beside Lionshade, the molly's pointed ear twitching every time one came down beside her. A grumble rose from the depths of her throat as she rolled to her other side, tapping the tip of her striped tail against the cracked tile. At last, she stood, extending her front paws forward and stretching out with a large yawn.




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"Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men."

Copperthorn • Male • Warrior • 36 Moons • Warrior's Room
Mentions: None

All that could be seen of Copperthorn was a single large, rust-colored paw peeking over the top of his desk. He snored lightly, his wiry whiskers twitching, and dreamed of overgrown plants and slow, stupid prey. He galloped through the thick foliage, bounding over fern bushes and getting high off of pure adrenaline. The bengal lept diagonally, his unsheathed claws scaling the face of a chuck of concrete and pushing the beast on, launching him further across the gnarled pavement and closer to the fleeing rabbit before him. The muscles in his stocky legs tensed and sprung like a mouse trap in the matter of several seconds, launching him back into the air and towards the rodent. He'd gained a heavy amount of ground by now. Snarling, the tom launched forward, lashing out with claws extended, catching the rabbit's unfortunate behind. His thick-bodied prey stumbled, almost sitting as extra weight was added to its back end. Copperthorn wrapped his muscular forelegs around the rabbit's torso, pulling himself forward and his quarry back. His crushing jaws snapped around the neck and within minutes his prey fell limp with its mouth gaping open. Copperthorn stepped back from his catch, tasting only a hint of what he'd taste in reality, and smiled with satisfaction. As his surroundings grew blurry, the air around him grew humid and he phased into consciousness. The mottled male lifted his head slowly before standing, stretching, and finding his way gracefully to the ground below.