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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Sept 10, 2009 20:09:29 GMT -5
((Oh, well if you're reffering to his sneer he turned back to Richages, it's just a general expression. His grin is a bit crooked anyway, and basically it means he turned his face back to Richages.))
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Post by Marrowbone on Sept 11, 2009 17:41:01 GMT -5
((=Slowly prys gum away from brain= Okay, just making sure the adressing was Clopar, and not Richages ~.^ I'll try to post soon!))
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Post by Marrowbone on Sept 11, 2009 20:50:55 GMT -5
Clopar quickly circled around Nimblestar, squinting at the MapleClan leader like he had suddenly grown antlers. Let your cats feel how they will about the Rogues? Free to do what they wished? What beautiful dissention that could cause. "Ahh, I see... So MapleClan will be scattered and kept out of control while under your rule? Why, Nimble! That sounds so irresponsible and chaotic! Almost like my leading style, in fact." Clopar grinned a smug, very wide and fanged grin. Nothing about this conversation was overtly amusing, but the golden cat sure seemed to think so. "The thing is... It's almost like MapleClan won't be a Clan anymore." He turned swiftly on all four heels and darted back towards the rock he had formerly been perched atop of. He quickly hopped up and balanced on the peak with ease, musing, "Say now... Didn't I promise the cure to four Clans?" With that he dissapeared in thin air, leaving nothing but a small, 'Fwift' sound as was his way of apparent teleportation.
"I don't trust him." Richages' muzzle wrinkled as he glared where Clopar had been. "He's probably not telling us something. Did I ever tell you that during the PewterClan battle he died? I'm sure of it. I took his throat out pretty good. Well, maybe it's StarClan who's not telling us about him."
((D'you think that may be enough to make Nimble suspicious of Clopar? If not I could revise.
And stop being able to write so well. Your giving my posts self-esteem issues XD))
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Sept 24, 2009 19:25:02 GMT -5
((Yes. It will be odd to roleplay old Nimble falling for a trick though...He's pretty clever. But Clopar is convincing.))
Nimblestar flexed his paw, expression unreadable as he kneaded the ground. Clopar was a cat of deciet as far as Nimble was concerned, but to believe he wasn't telling the truth could be exactly what he wanted. Nimble gave no obvious hints of the minor doubt in his mind. But if Clopar did not come through...
Nimblestar's eyes darkened. He would not think of blood now, when things were generally peaceful. Sharpening his gaze back into place, Nimblestar knew Clopar was not around, but replied anyway.
"You have thought incorrectly, Clopar. I do have control, the control to give cats their freedom to choose."
The control to send MapleClan to rip you to shreds if you fail me. I will not be made fool of in front of my clan. If you ruin this for me, I will personally send your entrails to SunClan.
Nimblestar was not a cat to overreact, but his hesitation had momentarily brought out his darker side. Something he would always have, although not directed at his clan. With a wistful smirk, he turned back to Richages for the hundredth time.
"Let us go home before I get too comfortable in the old ways and start heading off to battle some helpless clan."
As he padded off, dirt making soft brown spots on his paws, he asked of Richages. "So what'd you think of that whole oddity? Weirdest conversation I've witness in a while, I say." His suave voice noted, as he walked besides his oldest friend.
Although...A twinge of darkness hung at the back of his blue eyes. Clopar would not dare attempt to use him as a puppet.
((xP Thanks Marrow! I do so enjoy Clopar's personality though. I think he may secretly have a dark side too. A bit more alike with Nimble than either would are to admit.))
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Post by Marrowbone on Sept 24, 2009 20:29:54 GMT -5
((Clopar wishes me to give you his commentary on your post;
Clopar: Entrails!
We may just find out more about him in the comic. Though I'm not sure what; I'm letting the voices in my head call the shots.
I'm a tad too busy to think of an actual post, so I'll try to reply in the morning. ))
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