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Started by Gonff the Mousethief, January 02, 2015, 05:09:33 AM

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Lady Ashenwyte

"Rabbit? No vermin would call a hare a rabbit and get away with it. Have that!" saying so, she threw a nearby pie at Tailford.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

LT Sandpaw


Moken had been quiet for the most part allowing the others to do the talking. Finally he spoke with a soft and strangely confident voice. "Uh chief I think their hares, they don't like being called rabbits."

He said watching the pie sail past narrowly missing his leader.



"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Jukka the Sling

#122
May raised her paw. "Sir, um, may I ask why you and this tribe have been feuding? Um, what I mean to say is... is an attack really necessary?" She really didn't want to get mixed up in it. Nor did she want something to happen to Marshall. Though she barely knew him, and his eating habits were questionable, he seemed like a nice fox.
"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater." ~J.R.R. Tolkien

Gonff the Mousethief

"I don't care wot that thing is, it should know better than t' throw a pie at me!" Tailford yelled very loud when stating this.


"You deserve it!" Marshall piped up. "Taking your own people to a meat grinder! They are WOLVES Pa! We will be slaughtered and will have no dignity left!"

"It is my decision son! You will fight just like the re-"

Marshall stood up and knocked an arrow into his bow. "I will not fight with my own brothers knowing we will get killed! I will not have it!"

He let the arrow fly, hitting the plate of his father. With that, he ran from the grounds back to Stent's house.
I want the world of Tolkien,
The message of Lewis;
The adventure of Jacques,
And the heart of Milne.
But I want the originality of me.



LT Sandpaw


Seeing his friend run off tore at Moken. The slow fox was loyal too his vow to always protect his chief and follow his orders. But seeing one of two only friends in the world run off angry at his father left Moken in a quandary.

His mind whirled trying to decide who he should stay loyal too, and it didn't take long. Marshall the one who had landed Moken the guard position. Marshall the one who listened to him. Marshall who would spend time to help Moken understand.

Picking up his sword and two buttered scones Moken stood and raced after Marshall.


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Jukka the Sling

May stood up, shocked, but made no move right away. She thought that perhaps she shouldn't interfere. But after some reflection, the haremaid felt she ought go after Marshall. She turned and left quickly, going in the direction the blue fox and the other one had.
"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater." ~J.R.R. Tolkien

Lady Ashenwyte

Aethslath restrained Martha as she threw a buttered scone at the chief again. "Now, now, Martha, I don't want a snce here, wot?" he whispered to Martha.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Gonff the Mousethief

Up Marshall ran, going to the very top of the Fort's stairs where his room was located. There, he threw down bow and kicked his bed. Never would he let his own family be killed!
I want the world of Tolkien,
The message of Lewis;
The adventure of Jacques,
And the heart of Milne.
But I want the originality of me.



LT Sandpaw


Following the blue furred fox into his room Moken looked around uncomfortably. "Er, here." He said at last offering one of the scones he had brought with him.

"I, er I think yer right." Moken said slowly giving Marshall a winning smile.


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Gonff the Mousethief

The fox glared up at his friend. He cracked a grin and took the scone.
"Thanks mate."
I want the world of Tolkien,
The message of Lewis;
The adventure of Jacques,
And the heart of Milne.
But I want the originality of me.



Lady Ashenwyte

Aethslath shouted to the chief "Oi chiefy wotsyourname, wolves are WOLVES, you know, wot?. They're big, scary with sharp claws like. Ye should bally reconsider!"
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Gonff the Mousethief

Tailford stared down upon the Hare.

"You, Rabbit, have no right to bloody tell me what a wolf is! This does NOT involve you, only my people!"

The last word seemed to echo though out the now silent feast.
I want the world of Tolkien,
The message of Lewis;
The adventure of Jacques,
And the heart of Milne.
But I want the originality of me.



Lady Ashenwyte

"Oh, so you can't bally listen to good advice can you? Well, you can go and boil your bloomin' head, and serve it to the wolves, wot? I don't care, and I bet your people would like to live, wot, so if anyone wants to join me in leaving this bally idiot, they are free to."
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

plaguerat121

Tolot stood in the tree line that surrounded the small settlement. He raised his hand and aimed at the largest building's windows. He placed a small lake pebble in the sling shot, pulled back and fired, the window completely shattering on impact.
He smiled weakly.

OOC: If my idea of the building your having the feast in is incorrect please tell me.
Back In the 14 century, a deadly disease struck
Your family and strangers you would bury.
It was sheer bad luck.
Death normally came within a week.
From Aisha to Europe to England.
Rats on a ship were to blame, so to speak.
A flea bit you at sea but then quickly spread to land.

LT Sandpaw


OOC: I think they were outside ;)


BIC:

Virren stalked up behind the newcomer. He had been watching the other rat and now approached him curiously. Walking towards him Virren laid a paw on the hilt of his sword cocking his head.

"And jus who der ye think yew are now?" He asked hoping to startle the other rat.

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Pleased by Marshall's smile Moken stepped forward. "Er, anything fer you friend. Uh, what should we do now?"


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro