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Messages - Scarface ~

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XD No problemo. ^^

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Oh, you're getting paid one way or another. XD

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Cat name:
Scarface, True Warrior of BloodClan

Description of cat{ At least 2 sentences}:
Scarface is a massive dark grey tom with one yellow eye. He has long scars that stretch up the right side (in his perspective) of his face, twisting that side of his face up into a permanent mixture of a snarl. (looks like my avvie right now sorta)

Effects wanted:
I want some cool bordering and maybe some fading out towards the edges of the picture.

Signature or avatar?:
Avatar

Other:
How much will this cost?

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|Scarface|Leader|BloodClan|NO Kill|

The massive, grizzled tom nodded at Silent Skies, but threw his head back in laughter at the DarkClanners pityful threats. "Just be a good little queen and head on back to the nursery. You might break a nail..." he cawed at Mottledsky, the idiotic excuse for a Deputy who still had the scent of milk on her pelt. "Not if you can't keep up, you oversized vole..." he shouted at Jeffreestar, his maw twisted into a smirk. How dumb these cats truly were...

Without another word, the tom turned and helped Silent Skies carry Nightstalker's ragged frame into the darkness, both of them disappearing without a trace...

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|Scarface|Leader|BloodClan|NO Kill|

The massive, grizzled tom narrowed his one-eyed gaze, his fur bristling. Glancing around, and seeing that they had accomplished what they needed, he raised one large grey paw, pointing a claw in Jeffreestar's direction. "Keep your soft clan on high alert, for you will be seeing us again... Hopefully, the one who is killed might be someone important... like, Tarryln, or whatever the f*ck her name was..." he snarled, his gruesome face twisted up into smirk. "Also, you may want to try your moves again. I swear, if it weren't for those overgrown spikes on your ugly a**, I wouldn't be too concerned about my well-being in a fight with you, considering how slow you walking puffballs actually are..." he snickered.

"Brothers of Blood... let us leave." he yowled, canary yellow iris sparkling in vicious nature. Giving his tail a lash, he turned, bolting towards Silent Skies, bending down to offer help in carrying Nightstalker's limp frame, knowing it must be difficult on the she-cat.

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|Scarface|Leader|BloodClan|NO Kill|

The massive, grizzled tom heard lumbering steps benhind him. Flicking his tail, he dove to the side, narrowly missing long albino quils aimed in his direction. Getting to his feet, he turned to face the DarkClan leader, he let out a growl, waiting for the porcupine to make another move.

He had seriously lost interest in this battle, seeing that the DarkClanners were practically celebrating their "victory", which, in all honesty, wasn't much of a success, seeing that they had lost several clanmates at the paws of maybe eight BloodClanners. Giving a glance back to see if Bloodwrath had been able to get the injured back, he looked back at the quils on the leader, his muscles tense and ready.

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OOC:
Guys I'm so sorry I haven't been on! My computer wasn't letting me get onto this account!!!

|Scarface|Leader|BloodClan|NO Kill|

The massive, grizzled tom looked at his members that were slowly falling. Hearing Bloodwrath's comment, he opened his jaws to yowl in reply, but a DarkClanner had pinned him down, raking claws over the injured side of his face. Fire ripping up that side, he let out a fierce snarl, throwing the DarkClanner off, hearing a satisfying thud followed by a yelp of pain.

"Bloodwrath! Get the injured back to camp! We will take care of the last few warriors!" he yowled, flicking his tail towards Silent Skies. He didn't know where his mate was, and he began to worry, but his one yellow eyes glimmered fiercely as the leader of DarkClan dared to show himself. Blood gushing down the right side of his gruesome face, he snarled, his claws stained with blood.

The Brother's attack would not be in vain. Amongst the two BloodClanners that were killed, five or six DarkClanners laid in their own pools of blood. At least these soft warriors know who is hands-down more fiercesome... he thought, a smug grin crossing his expression.

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|Scarface|Leader|BloodClan|NO Kill|

When the weight on his back didn't lessen as planned, he let out a snarl as thorn sharp claws dug into his long dark grey pelt. A long gash now parted down his shoulderblades and down half of his back, and he felt the hot breath of the cat as it aimed for his throat. Scarlet drops flew as he dove for the mud covered ground, twisting his back, and hoping to squish the cat underneath him by rolling his massive body over the less dense form.
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[Jabberstorm:Bloodclan:No Kill]

A large, dark blue tom padded calmly into the fight. His large shoulders moved perfectly along with his large build. He wasn't fat. What made him big was muscle. He was all muscle. He jumped onto Thornscar and tore him off of Nightstalker. A quick swipe of his claws meeting the tabby tom's throat made sure the tom would not see another day. He padded to Nightstalker. "You ok?"

(((This is a thread for Brothers of Blood and DarkClan members ONLY. Unless you wish to join the Brothers of Blood, OR role play as a DarkClanner, please do not post here. Sorry if there was any confusion.)))

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|Scarface|Leader|BloodClan|NO Kill|

When the weight on his back didn't lessen as planned, he let out a snarl as thorn sharp claws dug into his long dark grey pelt. A long gash now parted down his shoulderblades and down half of his back, and he felt the hot breath of the cat as it aimed for his throat. Scarlet drops flew as he dove for the mud covered ground, twisting his back, and hoping to squish the cat underneath him by rolling his massive body over the less dense form.

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[[Ooops. Sorry I wrote that post at like 12 at night my time. I'll change it. XD]]

|Scarface|Leader|BloodClan|NO Kill|

The tom snarled, as he staggered beneath the weight of some cat, not quite pressed to the ground, but pretty close, losing his breath momentarily. He could feel the reeking breath of a DarkClanner against his pelt, and his yellow eye narrowed. But he regained himself within seconds, leaping to his feet, carrying the cat as of they were a rider on a horse.
Gaze flickering, a small smile crossing the jagged features of his face, he let out a yowled, charging headfirst towards a large elm tree that resting before him. His massive body moved like a locomotive beneath his paws, suprisingly swift over the ground. It looked at his he was to collide with the tree, but at the last moment, he twisted his body around sidways, and halted, the force from his sudden stop enough to fling any cat directly into the base of the tree.

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|Scarface|Leader|BloodClan|NO Kill|

The massive, grizzled tom let out a caterwall, seeing his mate, Nightfeather, battling with a smaller tom. Leaping at the warrior who was launching another attack on her, he felt his severed jaw twist back into a snarl, attemping to collide with the male halfway in between his attack. "Don't ever try and hurt her." he snarled yowledly. He was enraged, his one yellow eye gleaming viciously.
This tom is now in trouble...

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|DarkClan Attack Thread|

Guys, head on over to this thread NOW!!! The Brothers of Blood are attacking. Remember to place your name, rank, clan, and Kill/ No Kill in your posts so we can keep track!
Hurry! ^^

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Hello there.
You have been selected for an attack from a blood-thirsty group, formally known as The Brothers of Blood.
Congratulations...
-insert evil laugh here-
 >:D

~~~~~

|Scarface|Leader|BloodClan|NO Kill|

The massive, grizzled tom lead their tiny band of fierce, vicious warriors through the disgusting terrain of DarkClan. His powerful shoulders rippled, and his lips pulled back into a horrid smirk as they neared the entrance.
"Today... we shall teach these dispicible rats who dare call themselves warriors, who really deserves to rule this territory." he snarled at his group, his one-eyed, canary yellow gaze narrowing into a thin slit.
"Brothers of Blood... ATTACK!!!!" he yowled loudly, leaping into the DarkClan camp, his claws unsheathed and glinting as he searched for an opponent.

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The massive tom sat down, giving his yellow eye a roll in his skull. It was always the same question. What happened to your face? or Who did it to you? or Did it hurt?
And his answer to each of those numerous questions was usually the same response: F*ck off.
He watched as the rogue tried to rake claws over his apprentice's shoulder, noting how unbalanced this attack was. He gave a smirk, his tail flicking over his paws.

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He suppressed a chuckle at Loraeno's comment. This was true enough. They were within a bush. And as Loraeno stepped out of the cover, he did as well.
Scarface was a massive tom, easily towering over both his apprentice and the kittypet intruder. His long feathered dark grey coat hung neatly groomed over his muscular frame. The whole right side of his face was laced with jagged scars, criss-crossing over one another to form some kind of demonic chessboard. A large gouge mark laid where his other canary yellow eye should have been. His jaw had been twisted upwards into a mixture of a snarl and a grimace on that side, permenant on his expression.
Despite these gruesome injuries, the left side of his face was left completely unharmed, his broad muzzle narrowing to a point. He gave a growl, his one-eyed gaze narrowing. "You may want to re-think your decision..." he said, his long claws unsheathing. He would have attacked without thinking, but he took this as a good time to test Loraeno on her skills during battle.
He would only attack if she needed any help...

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