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Post by shocksoul on Jun 9, 2006 15:28:11 GMT -5
"And, yes, I say the figure is fine~"
Shocksoul enjoyed singing. He enjoyed dancing, he enjoyed life in particular. Except, he didn't. A very confusing fellow, dear Shock was. If there were such a thing as an emo cat, then it would be Shock. One problem: he's in fact, a very happy cat. He just acts all sad and mysterious because that's what Duskclan is like. And you know, he doesn't wanta stick out like a sore...paw. So he acts emo, sings happy songs, and doesn't accidentily kill his victims patients. Which is a good thing, seeing as he's the medicine cat.
"No, Mr. Flea, do not bite me," the small tabby mewed, his eyes sparkling with a immature glow/not sparkling because he's emo and confusing like that.
Oh, I should explain that Shocksoul is moving into his new home, as medicine cat, right now.
Shocksoul is moving into his new home as medicine cat, right now.
There, explained.
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Post by Sabrestar on Jun 11, 2006 14:42:56 GMT -5
"Greetings, Shocksoul."
The cool meow of Duskclan's leader resonated, echoing around the stone walls. The cold, stoical yet flawlessly beautiful face of Sabrestar peered in imperiously, betraying no emotion, no feeling. Such was her way - allowing the onlooker to guess her mood, instead of betraying them so blatantly. She strode into the den on soft paws, tail swinging lightly, casually. Her icey-blue eyes glinted harshly within the mid-morn sun, casting long, foreboding shadows onto the granite floors of Shocksoul's new den. She inclined her head.
"How do you like your new den?"
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Post by shocksoul on Jun 11, 2006 16:28:38 GMT -5
"I think the how should be not in that sentance. Because I don't really understand why you'd put it there..."
If this was one of those spiffy I-Pod commercials where all the people are black silloutes and they have the jazzy white headphones and are dancing around with music playing in the background, then Shock wouldn't have answered because he'd have been dancing so he wouldn't have been able to hear Sabrestar and would've ignored her, but no, it's not an I-Pod commercial, though I know you all wish it was.
"But if you must know, I suppose it's fantastic. Purely whimsical."
Shocksoul has a colourful vocabulary. He knows that the word "magenta" is a type of pink, and that "crimson" is a red. He also knows lots of big words, and that's really exciting. Like, fantasticly exciting even. I'm gobsmacked by the humour.
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Post by smokepaw on Jul 2, 2006 23:14:05 GMT -5
[From 'Checkup']
Smokepaw entered the Medicine Cat's Hollow. Sabrestar had ordered him to check in with Shocksoul about his gash on his neck and shoulder wounds. The Leader had attended to and dressed his wounds when she found him and told him to see the medicinecat.
Hello?
He called as he entered, hoping that the medicinecat would be there.
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Post by nightfang on Jul 14, 2006 21:53:45 GMT -5
Nightfang stalked in, her thin , muddy body weaving around imaginary polls. "Guess what, Shocksoul," she cackled, in more a happy way then a cruel one "I get to be your apprentice! Isn’t that great! You, teaching me, so when you finally die, I can take over!"
Knowing Nightfang, she may end up having something to do with the death of Shocksoul, especially if he lay a single hair on a kit in the wrong way. Nightfang loved kits, and still hoped to have some of her own. She didn’t yet know that Medicine cats couldn’t have kits, and that thought way turn her off of the job of a medicine cat.
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Post by nightfang on Aug 25, 2006 17:13:18 GMT -5
Ooc|  where are you people!? Nightfang sighed and walked away, she had gotten tired of waiting for the other cats to see her and acknowledge her presents. She walked off to the main camp. |
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Post by loutuskit on Sept 9, 2006 11:06:43 GMT -5
Loutuskit limped in and waited her turn, her ingury wasn't important, she just got a splinter in her paw.
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where are you people!?