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A shiver ran through the brits sign at the more than creepy abusive Russiancub he had wanted to volunteer till that freakshow was in the picture, putting his paw down green optics down cast and a soft flushed expression."I-I'll stay here... Too many cats going anyway. -
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A half-sibling of his dear friend Gilberts was in plain sight it seemed. Peering an ivory gaze over which ripped from the interesting find of an old torn human magazine, the pictures we're fascinating but no longer. Standing up and elegantly trotting over folded over ears perking delightedly by the words from the Snow leopardess. "I'd fancy a stroll to the beach." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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"Hey kid, whatch out how you speak to Gil that way. Or i'll ring your knackers right outta' your head." Came the growl and slitted green glare from Arthur, whom strutted over in a gentlemanly like swagger, his usual perspective. Taking a seat by the larger snow leopard. Raising a nose in a haughty attitude he didin't like Perry all that much. "I'm Arthur Van Potter, a Hetalian. And the nephew of Preposterouslie... Pleasure of a meet I suppose." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Glaring at Proserpine momentarily catching her underworked breath but turning around thinking better of snapping at the priss. Simply scoffing at the toms sob-story, so what he'd lost his whole family, and didn't have a single relation left at least the dude had apparently known them. He didn't even know what his parents looked like, and damn he could be a little grateful for having The Insignia what did he expect? Art to show sympathy and instantly be sweet and courteous and kiss his arse. Nope Arthur didn't work that way not one bit even if you were the sorriest bugger on earth. Taking a seat grumping along the usual uptight attitude of the stiff Brit. Nodding momentarily to the newer chaps. "Afternoon..." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r [b]!
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Arthur was never one to pity a soul, nonetheless care for them especially if they we're enemies of his beloved Insignia. But he was in no mood to taunt the poor little bastard. Swaggering in the little lad took a seat his prided british flag handkerchief tied at the neck producing his heir of British tranquility and quality. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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How. Did. This. HAPPEN! The little lad was furious and blushing like mad as his whole coat was drenched in paint. Thank the great queen his hanky was on the bed. But what was worse for the ole' british soul, a bloody paint can was on his head and STUCK. It refused to budge, Art even shoved the can between his door and wall and pulled. No use it seemed the scottish fold was so raving mad he had wandered into the hall bunking into walls. "FOR BUSBY'S SAKE SOMEONE GET THIS DAMNED THING OFF MY BUSKER ALREADY!" [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Though she was very unknown, really VERY unknown and only a few gods could be picked from which his beloved Insignia love he would always place belief's in the great queen of England and the lovely goddess Hestia, the goddess of the Hearth in homes one of warmth and of leadership. Much like his ole' endeared queen of England. Strutting over spotting his closely Hetalian friends ole' Jimmy and Lizzy. "Well, well sir Jim you seem quite in the spirit this afternoon. And salutations Liz." Placing kindly to each taking a seat looking to each calmly. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Flushing furiously behind the tin as his voice pitched up rebelliously towards his friend girlishly and hot-headedly so. "O-h this isnt a panty show you goon!... J-just get my head out of here!" [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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"OH WANK OFF!" Oooh! He swore on Great Elizabeth the third once this can was off he was gunna be raising some paws and playing old kitty with all their bollock's filled heads! The kit was fuming mad. Art's hair stuck up in all directions and his tail fuzzed out and lashed angrily. With a yelp of surprise as Gil and Liz pulled, with loud 'Sloopop!' Arthur hit the ground with shock and the paint can rolled free. Grumbling a bit dizzy from the rough housing, he grunted agitatedly at the question of 'how'. "It's a loooong story you sorry nit-wit." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Packing his things gathering his glasses upon his face green scarf in wear and small bowler hat he had collected from an old plane before he had joined. Wearing the objects the rest of his small wardrobe in a bag around his neck. The little Brit skittered over to Gil. Casting a saddened glance, then looking to his friend Canada a depressed feeling washing over. He wouldn't be coming back if the Hetalians never did he couldn't live here without ole' Jimmy and oddly... The bastard Americankit was his only entertainment. Coughing lightly with a croak, not very good in goodbyes. "Farewell... Chaps." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Wheezing and racing over green vibrant eyes currently slits of frustration. For Athena's sakes he had a huge bag at his neck did ole' Gil not know how to have courtesy Bloody rushing blokes. Taking a seat and breather then sitting as straight as possible expressing intelligence and an gentlemanly air. A clearly english accent flitted out like an expertise herbologists of calm qualities. "I am Arthur Van Potter. Arthur is fine. The third nephew of Preposterouslie, son of Boytoy and Rightwhispers. Pleasures of meeting you all." Bowing a head politely folded ears pressed down to hold a formal bow. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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[goof who do you think plays Antonio cx Yeppers I knoooowwww its been foreverrr but Preppy is sadly dead now T^T I was thinking of bringing her back like I did Ari but I lost her personality and was extremely museless for her so yeaaah]
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A little surprised anyone knew of her his ole mumsy had just told him to tell anyone that questioned him that. "W-well she's my mother's half sister and they never met just mutually knew about each other so I apologise if you we're looking for close relations, we're quite distant actually. I have no knowledge of who she truly was or what she did, just apart of my hpr heritage really." Shrugging lightly feeling a bit bad if the Tigress had expected more from him. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Glaring at the ground folded ears pressed harder against the British lad's head. The little Orange and white Scottish fold wasn't having a too 'chippy' of a time in hard-ass Darkclan he made a simple joke of laziness and got screamed at. In The Insignia no one yelled by making jokes, they we're all a bunch of military hard as*es in Darkclan which was almost robotic and annoying. Hurrumphing annoyed as he sat finally getting out from the bloody nursery in The Insignia they we're able to run as they pleased on the ship you move a foot from the nursery your sent right back. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Shocked internally by all those whom had blundered over to him the kit stood up giving his most proper attire hoping one of them wouldn't throw him into the nursery. Showing off his black bowtie and bowler hat his props from a plane long ago. The young chap was quite foolhardy for believing most of them we're jerks, but his thought process was changing by the introductory and kind attire most formidable from all of them. Loosening up the hostility into a more wary state the little chap mewled out proudly. "Best greetings chippers', I am Arthur Van Potter ex-Insignia. Art or ARthur for short call me as you lads please. It is most honorable to meet you and nice of greetings to you all." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Ew, too blunt and straightforwardly. Deciding better of it and keeping his snide and bitter attitude away he pointed a nose upwardly like a superior and replied "You fancy a fellow with a nice martello it seems? It's only a simple black verloclean printed Bowtie nothing else really. I retrieved it from a crashed plane long-ago. And I second the greetings." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Glaring darkly at this fellows moronic behavior of tongue. Being the better of two evils he simply laughed tastelessly. "Oh and you look so charming yourself. At least I have a degree of sense in my language. Also why the random comment of your sisters kits, be joyous not a prick. It's her life and her little babies be proud to be an uncle." Stating stiffly to the being an uncaring gaze shifted onto him. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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He was astonished and disgusted. "Y-you r.pe kittens. Your bloody disgusting you sick minded abomination. There kits! They have no choice of where their parents stick them, thats why we call it raids so we can steal and make them change their minds! Like me I had no choice to join The Insignia but I was born there, and look I changed my mind as I grew. You have no intelligence sir, you go by emotion which is quite moronic. And so what she is your sister pro-clanner ant-clanner big whoop! I hate Proclanners yes, but if one were my sister I could make exceptions unless I had too fight them in battle then I would fight." [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Arthur felt very bashful that all these fellows had heard him. Well he had practically yelled it and this guy was 10x's his size that had not been very smart, and beyond un-gentlemanly but still r.ping kits what the f*ck was wrong with this place? That was just beyond sick The Insignia was more tamed than that even Bloodclan was and THAT is saying something. Backing away from the lot very disturbed and a little scared at the gruesome thoughts in his mind of r.pe. Swallowing hard staring at the ground. What if that kit had been me? If his fur weren't in the way he would be ghost white. Looking at the few nervously back and forth. If Ra r.pes pro-clan kits without others getting him publicly tortured like they did in The Insignia then there was bound to be some sicko just like that in the crowd. I can't trust anyone here but my friends that came with me... This just sucks. Deciding to clear up the mistake of yelling from earlier he cleared his throat and oddly nodded a head. "Ah erm. Thank you? Well on to other terms what are you lots names?" Asking the buffalo and few others that had barged in unannounced. [sup][color=teal]Y o u d a m n w a n k e r !
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Nontheist for this account, and my main : Here Please!
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[justify]Oh boy was Arthur raving mad that Gilbert and Elizaveta both returned! But thank god he had a reason to Darkclan bloody sucked! Nothing to do! People we're disgusting! And it was plain anger there. Americankit would hopefully soon follow, b-but not like he cared or anything! Since he wasn't the leaders son he awkwardly padded up to the border. He didn't have blessings so of course Arthur would have to re-join nephew of the great Preposterouslie or not he had to.[/justify]
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