DON'T WORRY ABOUT A THING ]] , open + leaving

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]Portal had cut off her last day of being in the Clan short since she had more important things to attend to. Her heart was racing though, as though something else was trying to jerk back, so with a simple note, she had wrote tHAT RHYMES LOL




    "Dear BlizzardClanners,




    Thank you for letting me stay with such open hearts, I deeply appreciate it, however, I must be on my way to greener pastures. I'll be back, and it'll be soon, I promise.




    Sincerely, Portal




    Though, through her urges to stay and maybe have put in a sorry for bothering Arthur and a thank you, she could always tell him later on when she returned. Which would be soon.[/fancypost]

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    The feline picked up the letter, quickly skimming over it. He didn't bother to read the whole thing. Someone had left? How... unfortunate. He thought she would make a lovely test subject. Of course, she said she'd be back, so then Pres could befriend her.


    He sat the letter down, and walked off.



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    general
    -Prescriptionpills "Pres" Cipher-Leonidas
    -Henri x Bill
    -14 Months
    -Member of Blizzardclan
    - Former member of The Exiles
    - Medically Inclined


    interaction
    -Attack in bold
    - Hard Difficulty
    -Ask to maim / injure severely
    - Ask to capture
    - No kill


    Powers
    - Conjuring
    -Telepathy
    -Shapeshifting


    Links
    n/a



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    #birdmurder


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    Clover was the second to find the letter.
    She had been making her way around to make sure everyone was doing okay, when she suddenly found the letter.. She read it..
    "This is from... Ohhhh...." She frowned sadly, but then smiled a little weakly. At least she would be back.


    "Good luck out there, Portal."


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    [size=20pt][shadow=white,left]I want you to be my eyes[/shadow][/size]


    [move][glow=pink,2,300]"The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them."[/glow] [/move]
    [shadow=pink,right] - Tsuki no Clover.[/shadow]


    Clover's Appearance

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    Leaving already? But Ocean didn't even get to know her! "I-I'll miss you, Portal... Even though I d-didn't really know you..." he said, looking at the ground sadly.
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    [size=16pt]"A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES"[/size]

    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]Tama would read over the note, and give a slight nod, willing for the femme to have good luck in her journeys. They had arrived with the mind to do nothing more than stay, and though the femme maybe would have hoped for her to stick around, she knew that some people simply lived to travel - Pocketpaw, or Pocketwatch, for example. But she hadn't seen the traveling herbalist for a while now.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]...Aw. They recalled Portal had said that she'd be staying only for a few times. That was nice and all, but it was still sad to see her go.[/fancypost]

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