HAZARDOUS

Small, stout, smoky-grey longhaired tomcat with a faint classic tabby pattern. He talks very little, and when he does, it's with a suspiciously thick accent.

[Para||e| @RunningParallel]

[[if you didn't get the hint: I am alive. I'm just not super inspired to write these days.]]

[HAZARDOUS @BattlingHazard]

joining his gang.

(@SwiftStrides)

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Hazardous waited patiently for @SwiftStrides to make his decision. He had a lot more respect for the tom now, since he was considering ~

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@SwiftStrides got another nod of response. “Th't's th' rules, I'm 'fraid.”

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Hazardous nodded, the tiniest shred of apology present on his face.

(@SwiftStrides)

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Another sigh. “Y' might 's well give 't a shot. W'd have to change y'r name, though.”

(@SwiftStrides)

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“Can y' fight?” he asked @SwiftStrides simply, ready to test the tom at any given opportunity.

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Hazardous huffed with thought. @SwiftStrides didn't seem like the type who'd last a day in The Blood Claws. But, well, it was worth a shot ~

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Hazardous shook his head once, the fur around his neck ruffling as he did so.

[[@SwiftStrides it's fine!]]

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thought. He'd play the game. “Ah' part 'f a gang. The Blood Claws. 'N' there's a lot 'f us.”

(@SwiftStrides)

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Now Hazardous was kind-of intrigued by @SwiftStrides. It seemed like there was more to this apparently ignorant optimist than he'd first ~

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“Born 'n a clan. Not 'nymore.” He hoped that would answer @SwiftStrides's question sufficiently.

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“Hazardous,” the tomcat spoke, realising now that there was no way he was going to be able to escape @SwiftStrides's overly-amiable nature.

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bore a very strange accent, that somehow managed to sound both extremely distinct and totally nondescript at the same time.

(@SwiftStrides)

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The little grey tabby rolled his eyes, as if the very prospect of talking to @SwiftStrides was a chore. “Ah c'n talk, 'f I want to.” He ~

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[[@hatingconfirmed sure, who starts?]]

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stranger sat himself down in front of @SwiftStrides, and spoke not a word. He simply glared.

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for his quick pawsteps. His green eyes were narrowed, and, well, if looks could kill, @SwiftStrides would be crowfood by now.

The ~

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Into @SwiftStrides's view came a small, long-haired tomcat, with thick fur the colour of boulders. His legs were short, perhaps accounting ~

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Yes, a cat that moved quickly, but clumsily, and was coming ever closer to where @SwiftStrides was walking.