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Post by rivaxorus on Apr 14, 2012 22:15:53 GMT -5
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The night was when this tom was most active, most of all, this place was just perfect. Not to mention all the cats crawling around here, they were all oddly interesting. Kalen walked in with a smile upon his face, Zepherd flying by his side, the large Crow gave out a small call before landing on a pile of junk next to his master. Kalen flicked his tail as his fangs pulled out of his gums as he yawned. His piercing purple eyes scanned the area of junk. He expected cats to be crawling, all those who had a rebellious personality, all over this place. He remembered a cat once, a gray tom who had made his home here. He knew this because he read his past, all his feelings, all of his thoughts stuck inside of his head now. And how he had died, when Kalen killed him, it was because of the vicious past the gray tom had. Kalen was one of interest, one of mystery and he gave and took offers, if they intrigued him enough.
"Anything interesting Kalen?" The crow spoke, although Kalen was the only one who could understand him obviously. The black cat with purple eyes shook his head. "It's probably a waste of my time being here. UNLESS SOMEONE WANTS TO TRY AND STRIKE THEIR LUCK!" Kalen yelled out the last part in cat tongue. It wasn't more of a challenge if so an invite. any scheme's, any excitement that he could pull for. The reputation of the mysterious, black cat with purple eyes and saber teeth had receded him. To turn into a game, for those, who he could see to strike luck for.
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