Posts by clarence

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  • OPEN ; RUB THE SLEEP FROM YOUR EYES

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify][size=8]the cream tabby was feeling slightly better in all honesty. he was usually quite grumpy due to the amnesia, because constant memory blocks often met him in his daily life. so the ambassador quietly marveled at the stars, seeing as it was nighttime.


    #clarehere

  • BLACK EYES ; open

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify][size=8]//is half tempted to make a steve rogers/captain america character//


    the ambassador silently trotted over as he noticed wintersoldier being encircled by concerned clan-mates. "guys if he says he's fine, he's fine. don't pester him." darcy would order with a sigh. having past interactions with the quiet tom, he knew how winter wasn't fond of conversation and company.


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  • OPEN ; HEY THERE, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify][size=8]the rather inactive ambassador lay quietly against the stone stairs in front of the mansion. flicking a small rock with his cream paw, clarence let a low grumble sound from the pit of his throat. the amnesia was at a standstill, and old memories ceased to flow back to him. angrily lashing his striped tail, the feline's blue eyes scanned his surroundings.

  • OPEN ; HEY THERE, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify][size=8]"who's clarence?" the cream tom would rumble with displeasure. darcy was his 'amnesia' name, however gabriel was hoping for someone to jog the ambassador's memory. "and i'm just peachy." clare snorted, scowl wrenched on his facial features.


    #clarehere

  • OPEN ; HEY THERE, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify][size=8]"how the-" clare's sentence broke as he frowned. nobody in the conversation ever vocalized the amnesiac's name, and therefore he narrowed a brow at whippedpaw.


    //rushed
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  • OPEN ; HEY THERE, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify][size=8]"interesting." the feline responded. gossip. un-furrowing his brow as his gaze flickered between the two. "so how are the both of you?" clare lazily voiced an inquiry, not up for socializing. what a rare occasion.


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  • OoC HP Chat

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify][size=8]My muse for clarence is draining fast so expect little to no activity until I find muse for him, sorry.


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  • THAT COLD-HEARTED BOY I USED TO BE ; open

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify][size=8]"Winter what the hell." Clarence would holler as he listened to the breaking of shelves. Running into the scene, the cream tabby would frantically glance around. Seeing the damp spots underneath the Maine Coon's eyes, the ambassador frowned. "What's wrong?" he inquired after listening Wintersoldier mutter something in Russian.


    (tracking for steve B))


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  • OPEN — THE BLACKNESS IN YOUR HEART

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify][size=8]The horribly inactive ambassador quietly maneuvered through the halls of the mansion. His pale green eyes glanced left and right as he descended yet another staircase. Reaching the main level of the building, Clarence pushed open the two wooden doors. Exiting the 'camp', the striped feline took his daily walk to the courtyard.


    #clarehere