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He felt a touch of nervousness splinter at the side but no Arthur Van Potter would never break composure not even in-front of the most sorriest pieces of work on gods green earth. A true gentleman always stays in proper exterior. No matter whom may be the bystander. Holding a head high Art showed off a tied handkerchief of the british flag which was tightly woven at the small scottish folds pale neck. His odd four black hair lines above his large green luminaries expressed very obviously, no one was ever able to tell what the thing was so everyone made fun of him for having human eyebrows. Grunting at the memory the cranky but sophisticated and smoothly groomed four moon kitten padded up to the border and carefully sat down with back erect and tail neatly curved at his paws. -
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The four moon old well 12 moon old in a four moon old body quickly paced over still holding his composure of course. Mr.Aristotle was having a really bad week, especially after hearing about his kids death the fellow was quite sensitive on kits these days. Before a fight broke out or anger continued the young Scottish fold interluded politely. "Thank you Mr.Hawkclanner for bringing our fellow Insignian member home unharmed. We appreciate your leniency." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r [b]!
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Arthur wasn't one too be intimidated easily but boy was he sure surprised when that kit hit the ground running. Green orbs blinked gently after this Canadiankit, she seemed like a sweet one. But the British feline looked too Ethel looking up but respectfully looking away not too meet the eyes of a superior. Stating straightforwardly in a anti-adolescent squeaky voice. "Arthur Van Potter is my name, ma'dam. I have come willingly to join The Insignia." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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The small kit glared at the Tiger but quickly looked away before he was caught. But internally the small Scottish fold thought. What a Bafoon, i'm sure Aaron will be hearing of that shortly. Keeping silent through the process the small kit sat between the two Captains insignificantly tinier. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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"A-ah... Yes." A little off-taken by the clearly Germanic accent and over-ego the young laddy slowly shook his head trying to catch up with the weird 'w' and 'v' switch up. No matter the queens graced English was always the best.Catching up on the un-assorted thoughts he mewled softly out "I, Arthur swear my undying loyalty. To Aaron and Copperexposion and too the Insignia as a whole." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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"By the good queens english. GET OFF!" Came the irritated mewl from a neighboring little cat an annoying small leave was attached to his shoulder he'd been gnawing it at it all evening. With a satisfying striiichk! It was off. Spatting it out the cat quickly went too grooming the ruffled spot and flexing out his body as though a suit where on him. And quickly trotting to the designated area as he spotted that old Gibby? Pibby? Maybe Jimmy. Oh well Jimmy it is. Nailing the time on the dot the young but old hearted being sat calmly stating his address. "Present." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r [b]!
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Folded ears lifted slightly the rounded and furry face of the fine Gentlemanly kit was startled by the hips-and-yaps and that god awful America never could shut up. Grumbling in agitation, if there was yelling and America at the scene somethings bad. Quickly standing up and racing but holding posture formally as he galloped like a steed, ah yes a steed that soothed his mind. Till he came across ole' Jimmy trapped the fellow's green optics widened and he growled at Americakit but trembled with fear for him as he jumped on the crocodile. "YOU IMBECILE'S IT WILL KILL YOU!" The little brit panicked. They needed an adult! Someone who could help! With the thought in mind he let out a holler. "I'm going to get help!" [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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He was shocked as the Captain thundered in his little heart pounded vigorously then seeing America hanging off the crocodiles body the fellow lost composure exclaiming "A-America!" Leaping forward forgetting the fears. Arthur dodge the Crock's whipping tail and hollered up. "Drop down! I'll support your fall!" [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r [b]!
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With an 'oof' The tom swore the life was being squished from his body as the heavier tom-kit landed on him. Heaving upward after a few minutes trying to push the cat off his green eyes ablazed and coat ruffled as a furious fluster burned his skin at being seen like this. "I said I would spot you, not be a personal cushion and wow I appreciate your self-ego thats too big for your head you donkeys arse. Now get off me you oaf!" [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r [b]!
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Standing up pointing his nose up in the air with a snooty air too it flickering off the dust and licking his creamy coat flat and pristine once more. Ah much, much better. Growling back at the more than just fluffy cat. By the gods he was younger than Arthur and heavy enough to feel like his ribs we're cracked. Looking to Gilbert ignoring the snob of an American named cat, a worried expression played as he trotted over for closer inspection hissing at the site, that had too hurt baaad. "Let's get him too a physician quickly. I'll go grab Metmorph, or maybe Patel." Quickly standing up the young folded ear feline raced forth. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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ooc; Oh mai golly XD I thought you had said Jimmy pffft whole time I had my baby calling him Jimmy. SHHH NO ONE HAS TO KNOW. For anyone knows... He's been calling him Jerry. Sucking up his gut and puffing out curled locks of chest fur, the small little spotted fold wanted to be impressive or at least acknowledgable to the High position so patiently and quietly he waited expectantly. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Raising a weary head from those lovely teacup dreams and ah that lovely lass dancing in the faradae of the ships veranda. But was openly disturbed by an annoying butchered Greek tone. Growling quietly and raising a weary head glaring through bleary eyes as he glared. Standing up rubbing a creamy paw of his orange and white muzzle. Then perking small folded ears. Eyes basking wide with alert and shuffling backwards falling on his arse. "HOLY BULLOCK!" Squealed the unsuspecting kit as the small yet big compared to him polar bear cub lumbered near him. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Cursing lightly under his breath the small British accent Scottish fold re folded his neck chazzan back in place 'hhhurmphing' in satisfaction as it neatly tied and showed the lovely colors of her majesty's beautiful flag. Smiling brilliantly into enjoyment of this accomplishment was interlude disturbed by nearby voices, perking folded ears the small little fella turned an angular furry head. Then smirked lightly at the site of the few speaking annoying different languages. Nothing could beat the good ole' beautiful English, not that butchered Americanized bullcrap though. Standing up waving a proud head and a snooty little head held high expression as though he'd won an Oscar the young kit took a seat giving a mockingly interested expression of interest, only to be nice of course. "Afternoon chaps." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Quietly strutting in as though the young kit owned the place. Antonio had gotten them in but quickly left having to do 'some buisness' he said. Turning a head the British little fella mewled "Come on in guys" [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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ooc; editeeed Letting out a boisterous call with a puffed out creamy chest. "HEY SOLSTICECLAN ARSES! US AMAZING HETALIANS ARE HERE TO STRUT OUR STUFF!" A satisfactory smirk waved across him as his small tail wiggled with delight at announcing their proud name. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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OOC; Mightas well act as though Canada is in the polar bodeeeh im sorry its soooo latteeeeeeeeeee Strutting in with a prided swagger and scrunching an aggrevated looking face at the horrid accent, reminded him of the Frenchy bitch whatever. Ah well he didn't mind the chap though so with a calmly expression he swooped over mewling a delicate proper greeting. "Hello." Dipping a gentlemanly head. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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The Brit snorted with laughter at these lame-asses. Just taking it doing nothing but lying around and sleeping, pathetic proclanners. "I don't know how they can call themselves a Clan Gil. It's as though these Wankers don't care one bit about being taken over. Pitiful. But I only fill Apathy." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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"Oh shut your bloody mouse-hole Crazed. Your names as truthful as your moronic vocabulary of 'burning' things because you know Aaron would shove you into a cannon and blast you out of The Insignia faster than you can say 'busby's chair' if you dared set a thing on fire." Growling as the petite and proper statured gentleman strutted forth of the few. Green optics glancing with obvious distaste towards the ugly coated and more than annoying Crazedkit. By the gods all it ever was from him was burn that or burn this. "Seriously sir, it's getting old find something else to say once and awhile, would you old chap." Sarcastically and rudely stating as he flicked a tail in front of the smaller kits face and walking towards the others completely ending his statement and turning a back. "Well now that my argument has been killed off. What are all you ruckusing about?" [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !