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[Aғтɛя Ɩ Ғαℓℓ]

☠✞ I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve ✞☠

☾✯ Sιɛяяα ✯☽
Иαтʋяɛ'ƨ Ƨρʏ


Sierra cast her glowing yellow eyes over Tikaani. "Disgraceful isn't it?" She sighed, stretching out, sliding her front claws out. "Of course, what would I know about fighting though," She indicated her left hind where 3 claw marks stood out.Her eyes returned to the fight, watching as there were many scrapes and cuts. Suddenly bored with the action, like it happened everyday, she lifted her paw up, gnawing into slightly to get a splinter out. Then she returned to the fight. She saw how taunting Lyra was and her lip twinged, almost allowing her to smile. Get 'em girl, She thought. If she ever said the words out loud, she knew immediately that she would be punished. Fairness in a fight was pretty important. Her ear gave a small flick at the same time as Tikaani looked up into a tree and she too followed his gaze. She gave a small nod and a tiny smile, not talking like she usually did, hiding in her shell once more. She gave a flick of her tail as he went on his way.

The frowned suddenly, still looking out at the fight as Zarnia interrupted. She saw the look cross her face and felt a small twinge of curiousity as something passed into her mind. She saw the female fidget around a bit but decided against the idea of going out there. The female was a strong seer, and was capable of doing many things. Either way, Sierra noted that if there was another outbreak, she was going to have to enter the arena. She knew Zarnia couldn't see here hiding here, in the dark shadow with only the bright shade of yellow form her eyes showing but she suddenly felt as if someone else could. She stepped back, moving further into the shadows, her fur on her neck standing up. Her eyes darted around rapidly and finally came to rest on Razi. "The devil." She chuckled, wondering how in the world he had seen her. She relaxed a bit, although still rather tense.
"Aye, it certainly is Razi. It certainly is," she said, staring into space. The she put her furry white ears back and stared at him. "How did you see me?" Her white and brown tail flicked again, softly hitting her shiny black armor with a small thud.

☠✞ It's in the blackened bones
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
✞☠

[Hehe thanks Ms.Bennington. I love Linkin Park too, their awesome! Nice quote too by the way]

[Teacup-old]

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.L. .y. .r. .a.
.Driven by my toxic dreams.

Lyra’s eyes grew with anger as the old Seer came to stop them. At this point in time Otava had figured he could win her without his armor, which brought somewhat of a smile to her face. As the old Seer left, Lyra raised her chin into the air, “I’ll be taking my spot on the rock. If you’d like your pride untouched I suggest you back down now.” Her ears went back as she lowered her head, threatening him while using her body. Her tail flicked back and forth and her green eyes stared him in the face.

After awhile of staring the male in the face, Lyra grew bored. As she made her way to the rock, her ears swiveled backwards to hear any cusses or remarks about him losing. She took it as he lost and he would probably be left with a scar or two on his face, “Oh, and when you work with metal you learn to sharpen anything you would be caught dead without.” She raised her paw, clenching it so her claws stood out with their pointed tips. Smiling with satisfaction, she took her place on the grey rock.

As the sun rested on her stomach, it gave her a warm, safe feeling. Her tail happily thumped softly against the ground. Otava was a great opponent, but he showed weakness in controlling his anger. “Good word for advise, don’t let your anger get the best of you.” She smirked, keeping her tone low as she spoke to herself.

As her wandering mind replayed the footage of the fight in her head, she finally realized she had forgotten about her lessons for Gamba. What was she going to teach today? Fighting techniques maybe? That may spark the young one’s attention. Something told her to work with the water though. It helped the young kit to concentrate and actually learn something new.

Word Count:: 317
Comments:: I have no problem with having Lyra be his mentor, as long as you don't mind her mostly teaching against armor. She preffers the natrual look and really only wears the casings.

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[ossa di cervo]

I'm a trouble-maker, never been a faker,
Doin' things my own way and never givin' up,
I'm a trouble-maker, not a double-taker,
I don't have the patience to keep it on the up.

Otava began to snarl at the seer who had interrupted the tussle and made him lay down, his pride obviously broken. After she had walked off, Otava turned to Lyra as she spoke. "Back.. down?" He blinked as if he'd never heard such words, then padded up to Lyra's face, a snarl on his lips and his fur on edge, "You just don't understand.." Otava raised his paw to his still bleeding cheek and wiped his paw pads against it, staining the fur red. He then rubbed his paw pad against Lyra's face in hopes that some of the blood would transfer from his paw to her face, "We'll meet again, sweetie." His face was covered in a false, devious smile, "Next time I won't let my anger blind me, you can trust that." He turned to walk away, whipping his tail in the females face and grabbing his armor as he padded past it.

The large male padded toward Sierra, Razi and Tikaani with a snarl, "There's nothing to watch now. Be about your business." The tiger had spoke through the leather straps he held in his mouth that were kept to hold his silver plates together but as he padded away from the trio, he swung his armor over his shoulders and hooked it back on. While Otava trudged through the tribe, he cast angry looks at previous onlookers and hung in his head in an almost angry posture.

~*~*~

It would be nice, to start over again,
Before we were men, I'd give, I'd bend,
Let's play pretend.

Astel stumbled and fell as her mentor pushed her down gently, but she was quickly on her feet once more. "You mean it, Katana? I wanna be just like those two!" Her head turned toward where she had seen Otava and Lyra fighting moments ago to find the female laying on the rock in peace and Otava trudging around the tribe in a depressed manner. Astel hung her head a little and her tail flicked lazily, "Oh.. Well, they've stopped now, but they were fighting like the best warriors I've ever seen! They were all," Astel imitated the moves she'd seen Lyra using. Astel stood on her hind legs and lashed out at an invisible force while shouting, "Ar, rar, rar!" Or something of the likes. She looked back up at Katana and grinned widely, "You think I'll ever be like them?"

[Toppyrocks]

((I'll join in when I have a bit more time and a layout thing a ma bobber worked out. Which is not now. Maybe later today, or tomorrow night.))

[ossa di cervo]

((Alrighty! Just a warning; I probably won't be around tomorrow or Sunday. Goin' to a friends and a possible rave on Sunday. x3))

[Teacup-old]

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.L. .y. .r. .a.
.Driven by my toxic dreams.

The fact that Lyra had the blood of Otava stained in the fur on her cheek didn’t bother her. In her mind it was war paint that should have been there a long time ago. She didn’t mind the fact that she had just been threatened by the male either. It wasn’t like she was completely helpless. Her eyes closed, a purr of satisfaction rolling through her. Her pride was still there; untouched. It felt great to know he would probably be teased for losing to a female.

Her ears swiveled, listening to every comment there was. It boosted her spirits the most, though, to know that a little cub was imitating her moves, asking if she’d be like her one day. The truth is; no one should ever be like Lyra, defiantly not. It would be horrible to have a thousand of her. Her pink tongue softly rolled out her maw, releasing the small female of the heat she had been dealt with during the fight.

By now, the female was sure no one would be challenging her for the spot in at least a couple of days. She had won a male tiger that was twice her size with no armor or casings. No one would be that dumb to challenge her until they’ve studied her movements. Opening her eyes softly after a few minutes of resting in the sun, Lyra got to her feet. She quickly stretched herself out and yawned, walking towards the little female cub. As she walked past, she looked behind her, “Trust me, Astel, you don’t want to be like me when you grow up.” She gave a small smile and set off to find Gamba for the daily lesson.

Word Count:: 287
Comments:: It's not bad...but also not the best... /thumbs*side

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[major tom]

{ Tegue }
I am a moth who just wants to share your light.
I'm just an insect trying to get out of the night.
I only stick with you because there are no others.

As the fight went on, Tegue’s training was momentarily forgotten. The notion that he should remain aware of his surroundings by engaging each individual sense at all times simply slipped from his mind as the pair of tigers exchanged blows. The yearling was oblivious as to the fact that he was being watched; while Tikaani slowly crept toward him, he didn’t so much as glance at the elder tiger. When his mentor started to rise up on his hind legs, Tegue’s ears flicked when he heard the soil beneath the black-and-white cat’s paws shift, but the sound was barely registered. He allowed his striped body to slide ever so slightly more so down the tree just before a disturbance finally caught his attention. The worn-down trunk dipped dramatically lower, and its burden’s head shot up in alarm. His eyes widened when he turned his head, the fur along his spine bristling straight up, but he relaxed somewhat when he recognized the white tiger’s face. He smirked in relief, the crooked smile dancing across his lips without the subtlest attempt to conceal it, and parted his jaws to say something to the older cat, but Tikaani beat him to the first input. “Will you surrender in peace?” the cool-headed Seer prompted his apprentice with such seriousness that it caught Tegue off guard. "Or do I have to fling you into the next forest?" he finished, tugging the branch down even further as he did so with his great paws, displaying that he most certainly was not unwilling to carry out with the light threat. The golden tabby tensed the muscles that were barely there and retreated slightly, his golden-green gaze automatically flickering down to the ground below. The earthen, root-laced forest floor was dense and hard-packed, but it would provide a much safer landing than what his elder was implying. The more experienced Seer must have perceived the cause of his brief hesitation, of course, so Tegue decided against it.

Instead the yearling stammered for an explanation that the both of them knew was only half true. “Y-you wouldn’t,” began the unsuspecting feline, but he rethought the validity of his argument. Discarding the idea – who knew how transparent it really was? – the male tiger started with a different approach. "Of-of course I w—" Tikaani’s vibrant blue gaze was unsettling him more than it usually did, so he took a deep breath and stared at the ground once more. “I wasn’t going to interfere. . .” insisted Tegue, who actually kept his voice from wavering. There was barely more than a quiver in it when he continued, “Really. I’ll . . . . Can you let me down now?” This time, when the young male raised his eyes to meet Tikaani’s, he held the snowy-pelted cat’s penetrating gaze. He usually didn’t display such cowardice, fear, or timidity around his superior, but his moment of fright earlier still clung to the forefront of his mind; however, Tegue soon began to regain the bold attitude that often got him into trouble, and he even dared to raise his chin almost imperceptibly in the slightest act of defiance. He knew that the larger cat would detect it nonetheless. His long, banded tail started to sway back and forth somewhat, moving like a snake while the strawberry tiger's customary accessories jingled softly. Tegue risked a short-lived glance over Tikaani's black-striped shoulder to find to his dismay that Otava and Lyra's squabble had reached its duration although he didn't look long enough to discover who had been the victor. His eyes returned to the seasoned Seer's once more. What had he even been afraid of in the first place?

I have no idea what I am talking about.
I am trapped in this body and can't get out.

[[Heh. . . Everyone's spewing Linkin Park quotes, and no one has a clue as to where mine are from. . . Any Radiohead fans out there? :'D
Also, have fun, Zmija. X'3
Hopefully, I'll be able to fit in a quick intro for Errol before I leave.]]

[Popcorns]

{That's fine Teacup, and thanks (:
Sorry for such shortness}

R.a.Z.i

You don't have to be like the world to have an impact on the world.
You don't have to be like the crowd to change the crowd.
You don't have to lower yourself down to their level to
lift them up to your level.

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"Well my mother's eyes may not be great, but I can see the glowing eyes in the shadows. Figuring your weren't prey or worse, I took the chance to see who it was." The dark russet tiger said, proud of hismelf for spotting the Seer. He briefly looked up at Otava who had stormed over to them and practiculy spat venom at them. Well, maybe not real venom, but it was sure dang gross. Razi was enjoying this, the fact that Otava had lost to Lyra because he couldn't control his emotions. The hunter wasn't going to let this go even if it caused him some scars. There are some risks in life worth taking.

"Next thing you know, the yearlings will be higher ranking then Otava." He said, slightly loud so that there could have been a chance for the tiger to hear. Sure there wasn't a real winner, but by the looks of it, Otava had the worst wounds. A smug griun on his face, Razi flicked his eyes back to Seirra to see what she thought of Otava. It wasn't like he could just waltz around like he owned the place again, infact he probably should lie low if he knew what was best for him.

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G..A..M..B..A

Don't take life so seriously,
No one
makes it out
Alive

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The young tiger stared blankly at the ceiling of the forest. Thick ferns blocked the sky from veiw in some areas and trapping the humidity with the forest dwelling creatures. Gamba's golden gaze blinked as he craned his neck down so that he could see in front of him now. His tail flicking back and forth, back and forth. He was blissfully unaware of the scuttle between his mentor and another warrior just a bush away. He was to interested with the untamed undergrowth though to hear the cat calls and taunts. The only sound he heard was the buzz of bugs that he continued to swat away from his face.

Turning his head over hsi shoulder as his back was to the village, Gamba mulled over the idea weither to go back or not. He liked it better out here then in there were things were so, so.. So what? So predictable? Usual? Boring even? Maybe so, but thats all that he had. If he stayed in the ferns and ventured further out and the idea of no return on his mind, then he would be a free tiger wouldn't he? The idea sounded right to him. No older tiger scoulding him when he goofed off to much. No one's rules to keep him behind bars. It sounded almost, faboulus. Untill he heard her voice, distant, but there. His mentor's voice joind the other adolescen's sound. He stood up and made his way towards his choice, the one where he knew he perfered getting yelled at with the other funny yearlings.

Poking his head in and around the banana fern's, Gamba stared up at his mentor, Lyra, and another Warrior, Katana. As he pulled hismelf out of the unfamiliar and into what he knew, the male's eyes flicked to Astel. He sorta liked the other yearling. She had spirit and was always excited for most things. His gaze only lasted a second or two thoug before looking up at his mentor, "Hiya Lyra." He said with a slight happiness in his eyes. Even though he didn't like to work much, somehow Lyra managed to push the cub into things. It was always a fun process- well for Gamba anyways.

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[Teacup-old]

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.L. .y. .r. .a.
.Driven by my toxic dreams.

Lyra smiled deviously as Gamba parted the bushes, showing his face. She continued forward, her paws falling lightly into the soil, “Hello Gamba. I’m goin’ to teach you battle skills today. I beat a male single-handedly a few moments. It’ll be good for ya’.” Her tail flicked happily as she purred deep within her throat. She had won a fight with a male over the sun spot, used it for a couple minutes, and then ditched it. It was so much fun being that way. “Where do ya’ want to train, huh? I’m following you, Gamba.”

Lyra could sense the spark in his step, it wasn’t hard. Anyone could tell he had that familiar spark anytime she came around. He always did. “So Gamba, what were ya’ doin’ out in the bushes, huh? Ya’ missed my fight.” Her ear flickered as a bug landed on her forward. Remembering the blood on her cheek, she stopped, “See this Gamba? It’s war paint. War paint in its natural form. You don’t need all that armor or jewelry to go into battle, you need pride and courage. Courage to stand up for your tribe. That’s what war is.”

Anytime Lyra spoke of war it brought a familiar smile across her maw. Her green eyes regained their golden freckles as she continued on walking; listening to every word her apprentice spoke. Her ears kept themselves perked so she could catch every word. Being a mentor wasn’t about teaching the younger generation. Being a mentor was about passing on your passion, and teaching the ways of the older days to the young. That’s what being a mentor was really about.

Word Count:: 275
Comments:: No problem Popcorns. Sorry if it's hard to read what she's saying. I was trying to get into her accent.

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[ossa di cervo]

((I'll try and post tomorrow. I have no Otava/Astel muse. x3 I'm in a omgflirtycrazygirlycharacter writing mood. Heeeheee.))