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  • HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY // open, new body

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]possessing a new body was always a joy- thus, the second tier had a brief whoop of 'yolo' when she first gained this fine canine body. made her mighty proud, it did. when she wandered back into camp though, the femme raised her cranium in a haughty manner. though she did favor her feline bodies over anything else, just being in this canine body made her feel a little bit cooler. with her lion body she was heavy and lumbering, in her cheetah body she was swift and slightly twitchy- this? this was just right.

  • HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY // open, new body

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]"you," clementine said, whipping around to glare at dracula. however, it was playful- there was a happy sparkle in her eyes. "need to shut your mouth, 'cause wolves are cooler than servals-- pftt- any day." she said, giving a smirk at the end. it was always cool to see dracula around, truthfully- made her life a little bit brighter, him being her best friend and all. seeing clara, the second tier would grin despite her comment.

  • hey did ya know you're makin' nice with a murderer )) open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]oh oh oh, this was just great. now she would be able to carry around dracula- he could be her furry little pocket of sunshine! oh, gee, wait till she told him this! whistling when she came up, clementine squealed, "you are soooo cute! dracula, you just wait until i come into your den and steal you away at night! your just so adorable."

  • IT'S A PARTY [open\invite]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]"name and business." said clementine shortly, stepping up smoothly from, apparently, no where. the brown-and-red colored wolf's eyes narrowed though stayed void of emotion- truth be told, she was a little suspicious about why a phantomclan cat was here. but nonetheless, she kept her thoughts to herself.

  • IT'S A PARTY [open\invite]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]"what vipernecrosis said; though serpentine happy is a bit of an understatement.." muttering the last part to herself, clementine gave a nod to edge. "but i'll go and get serpentine right now." suspicion; suspicion towards the phantomclan leader because clementine was just curious as to what their ally would be doing on their territory. seeings how clementine herself had never been involved with the other anticlan, she couldn't help but feel it. so turning around, the canine went off to ask for serpentine.

  • PLOT WITH A BLOODCLAN SECOND TIER

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]of course!
    should i make the private capture thread, or should we pretend it happened?
    and i will make the capture and torturing thread.
    for the torturing- public or private?

  • hey did ya know you're makin' nice with a murderer )) open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]clementine felt a stab of jealousy at yami. clementine wished she'd captured him first. god, would she tease and hug him to death! but giving a giggle the second tier would add, "but yeah- watch your st-" she giggled harder. "sorry, stupid pun there- but yes, watch where your- i can't, i can't!" giggling ferociously, the second tier turned over and tried to cover her mouth from saying what she wanted to say. an awful pun, but it made her feel very silly, in a good way.

  • PLOT WITH A BLOODCLAN SECOND TIER

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]okay then!
    alright, so i guess it should already have happened. making asap, will send the thread soon!

  • I SOLD MY SOUL TO HUSSIE || PUBLIC TORTURE

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]"EVERYBODY! get your asses up here, we have another public torture- there is a limit however, and this one, we will not be driving a cat to his or her demise, instead, we will press the limit!"


    yelled clementine; however harmless her yell was, there was a angered, tense look in her eyes as she threw onto the floor with great effort the body of a former hawkclan aristocrat; a rare time it was, when clementine was pissed. but could anyone blame her? if some punk decided to try to beat you while you were trying to capture them, it would set you in a miserable, blood thirsty mood. and that was what clementine was struggling with now- to calm down and not lash out. taking deep breaths, the mighty lioness sauntered around her capture before saying,


    "and you all can begin. 'turns' are not permitted. if she puts up a fight, bring her back down to her place."

  • I'M TURNING UP THE FIRE WHEN YOU SPEAK -- joining

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]"hey, babe? can you speak?" clementine said softly, walking over with narrowed eyes, bearing sympathy. the poor thing looked shaken to the core; too bad clementine couldn't do anything to help.


    //track

  • WHERE MY ALCOHOL?! // OPEN, PARTY

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]ooc: click here because this is honestly bloodclan. at. every. single. party. little warning- turn it down if you're watching the video, and only for people who can handle few cuss words. (song called shots, played by lmfao)


    ic:


    "PARTTTYYY AT MY PLACE BITCCHHHESSS!"


    a very drunk clementine would call out- particularly, at midnight. pushing up her black shades with her paw, and shaking her flower crown so it hung over her ear fashionably, the lion would let out a crazy whoop before retreating into her den behind to- 'where my alcohol? the first thing the second tier grabbed was a beer and, popping the cap, she drank it before taking a look around. her den was all very bright and it hurt her eyes.


    christmas lights adorned the blank walls, lazily hung; and stolen, old plush neon bean-bag chairs were slumped against the walls. by the huge pile of beer? a freaking radio.


    yolo *es.

  • WHERE MY ALCOHOL?! // OPEN, PARTY

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]"WASTED? if i wwwas wwasted, would i be able to do this?" clementine snapped, but instead of doing a little jig- she fell on her face. "seeee? i'm not wwasted, silly!"

  • MAYDAY, MAYDAY [TOXIC ALLIANCE PARTY] RAVERS IN THE UK

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]clementine tried to stay looking a little sober. however- that was a fail. the second tier swayed on the spot as she wandered over, and instantly her eyes were looking curiously around for a bar. god god god, she needed something to drink, or she'd die. honestly, clementine was not a drinker, but once she got a hold of the beer and shit, she couldn't stop drinking it.

  • DRUNK OFF MY ASS [party bar]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color: ; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px;][font=georgia]clementine was there, obviously pocketing and drinking as many beverages as she could.
    //track