Posts by KLONDIKE !?

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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] ::Okay, just wanted to alert everybody of something:: As soon as I finish up a few private threads with Klondike--I'm planning on having him captured sometime soon. So yeah. xD I just felt like having him captured, and somebody wanted to capture him, so.... Yep. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] "If you had half a brain, you might have noticed I said trying," He corrected, flicking his tail neutrally. Though in all honesty, she was beginning to get under his skin. He was really hoping she would choose to go finish whatever she had originally been doing. HE should have worded it in a more demanding way... [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#EAF4FA; height: 340px; width: 440px; borderwidth=0px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]LYING WITH A GUN ACROSS HIS CHEST[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] Klondike's thoughts on his siblings went something like this: Butters is a fat, moronic jerk that I despise to my very core. Ringy is too cheerful. She doesn't get the harm she could cause one day. I barely know Cherrykit or Almondkit, and I'd like to keep it that way. Dang it Haribokit why must you be so adorable. I'm not supposed to like anybody, remember? Ta-da. But he couldn't stay mad at his sister, of course. Heck, he couldn't even get mad at his sister. So he would be close to her, but not close enough to hurt her. HE feared it was too late to pull away, and that terrified him. That terrified and broke his fragile, kitten-heart. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#EAF4FA; height: 340px; width: 440px; borderwidth=0px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]LYING WITH A GUN ACROSS HIS CHEST[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] "I would highly advise you to get off my island, and quickly," A cold voice sounded from behind the trespasser. A voice that likely sounded plenty older than it actually was. the black and white tom was actually only 4 or 5 moons old, though he looked older with his large, well-built form. With his body type, clearly made for battle, it would be hard to guess that he was actually the medicine apprentice of Tidalclan. Mint-green eyes raked the intruder, piercing straight through him like a freakin' ninja sword. He appeared rather calm, however. The kitten wasn't one to freak out. His expression was neutral, showing no sign of any emotion, almost as dull and empty as his eyes. "Before somebody not quite as lenient as myself comes along..." [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] ( Dun worry. Klondike doesn't really hate anybody besides his brother, Butters. xP And yes, this is freaking hilarious. ) Klondike stopped short in his tracks, paw still raised in the air and poised to take another step. "Oh. Does he know?" He questioned, though he was a lot more shocked than he let on. Ore liked... Clamatis? But he was basically their father. Almost. Kinda. Okay, maybe more like an uncle. But still! [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] *replying to butters and klon now* Lol. XD Klondike would be infinitely annoyed by her presence, but it sounds good to me! :P [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#EAF4FA; height: 340px; width: 440px; borderwidth=0px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; width: 480px; margin-left: -35px; color: #3A3C3D;]LYING WITH A GUN ACROSS HIS CHEST[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] What the heck was this cat getting at? Wasn't he a Scarclanner? Klondike could smell the distinguished reek coming in waves off of the older tom's pelt. Was Klondike seriously that intimidating? Well, if this cat was going to be wimpy the whole time, he could probably stop threatening him now. "We're freaking cats. what more social behavior do you need to know? I assume our herbs are the same. I would know, I'm the medicine apprentice here. Yes, I'm a Tidalclanner. Are your questions answered? Can you leave now?" Klondike answered blankly, his facial expression never changing once. The black and white tom didn't bother introducing himself. Cecil was an enemy, after all. So the medicine apprentice continued to stare down the tom coldly. Klondike wasn't an emotionless loner, unlike how he acted, but a sweet, kind tom with a sense for justice and a love for everybody besides his brother. But he also believed friendship was painful and dark, and so he blocked himself from that, I fear of hurting somebody one day. Emotion meant weakness. Friends meant weakness. Mates meant weakness. Weakness meant weakness. Solitude meant strength. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#BDFCC9; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]◘KLONDIKE◘[size=7pt] Klondike shrugged. "Your 'inevitable death' will likely come a lot sooner if you stay on this island for much longer," He warned levelly, not seeming particularly worried. "Actually," The tom admitted. "I have no clue what others would do in this situation, but I could honestly care less. If this isn't some kind of ploy, and you're actually this wimpy, I see no reason to murder you or anything," He noted, eyeing the tom with vague suspicion. //hnnng too tired [/fancypost]

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