Posts by Miss Havisham

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  • How much can you stand ((Rushingclan, OPEN, HPS))


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  • I'M EITHER GONE IN AN INSTANT [o] OR HERE 'TILL THE BITTER END


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    But she supposed that was the kind of crowd they attracted. "See, this is why most cats don't talk to snails. They have a terrible sense of humor." The rook plopped down besides Lloyd. He seemed alright, so Miss made the flash decision to crack a little joke and not to try to batter him down. Surely, he already knew his place in the hierarchy.
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  • How much can you stand ((Rushingclan, OPEN, HPS))


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  • I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD || rushingclan invitation & gift basket


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  • LET US PUT OUR HEADS TOGETHER // open + brainstorming


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    The calico, though forgetful of names and factoids, had a stunning memory for things that irked her. Though Lionstar's confident speech at his return had been intriguing at the time, his transformation has spoiled its charm. And now a brainstorming meeting. Had the vision been forgotten already? Huh, she supposed that was what happened when one traded brains for brawn.
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  • TRYING TO CLEAN UP MY MESS [O] BUT I'M NEVER ENOUGH

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    [size=29pt]Miss Havisham.[/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor= black; border-color: black; border-width: 1px; background-position: ; width: 360px; height: 10px; background-position:;][align=left]she said goodbye too many times before[/fancypost]
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    In the stillness, a young voice stirred. Pink nose twitching, her eyes met the familiar shape of the spell. He should probably be a doctor by this point, being the highest medical authority they had, but that was subject for another time. More important was why he'd approached. A social call for her, especially from Mizupaw, was as probable as Miss beating Megatron in fisticuffs. In fact, the tom probably enjoyed seeing her like this in his proud, bratty manner. [size=11pt]"Fantastic. What do you want?" her relaxed tone drawled. Honesty was far from her strong suit- especially in situations were it wasn't necessary.


    A clinking grew louder, alerting of Vintage's presence. Ah, chick was chill. Her pelt was almost like the rook's, too, in its dappled and erratic nature. Not quite recalling them ever having a straight-up conversation, Miss could imagine them getting along. At the very least, they could handle to make their interactions more pleasant than she and Mizu typically did. As she was waiting for his reply, a bob of her head went towards the belle.
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  • :Fireworks Show:. {Help Us get to 10 posts}


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  • BLEACHED BONES UNDER A COLD SKY // war meeting


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    Still, he always startled her when he raised his voice, so the calico bit her lip as she coiled quietly beside Vintagemisery. Who could have invoked the titan's wrath this time?
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  • YES INDEED -- open, dying


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    [wip yo]
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  • YES INDEED -- open, dying

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    [hr][size=8][can i have your muse, please? ;3c]


    When she got over the scent that made her eyes water, the vision finally struck. Everything was very, very wrong. There was something lodged in Milky's side that shouldn't be. The kitsune was barely grasping existence in her condition. Miss was not unused to death, gore, or lives ending far too soon in tragically dishonorable ways, but this was different. Whoever had set off the explosion was now gone, and there was little questions in her mind that it had been the doing of the mythical fox. Her sacrifice... was noble. A part of the calico had once lost faith that such a thing was even possible.


    "Shut up," went the hard bark. What? Had that been her? "Don't talk like-"


    "Focus. Use your power and change bodies." Her tone was even and commanding, a more recent development from her temporary leadership, but Miss already knew the fight was lost. For that to happen, the kitsune would need to control her power. With the malfunctions that often struck her, it seemed her spirit jumped at its own volition. Havisham had moons to learn how to control her abilities- how to control herself. There was nothing more fulfilling to her than being in control of her own body and mind. So in her wonded state, it would be wild to expect her friend to tame it now. Would it?


    For all the negative things her pessimistic minset could have once called the knight, her record was now spotless. Seeing how the calico didn't believe her mother's death had helped her clan, this was the first example of a true knight that Havisham has witnessed in a very long time. Milkywaywishes was a hero.


    There was no better way to go in the eyes of the rook, so why was her heart aching and racing?



    "T-Take mine if you must." Control. She was offering control of her birth body- the only body she had. That was how weak she was. How pathetic.
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  • open, gifts ★ THERE'S NO DESIRE, NOTHING SPOKEN


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  • Can't You Feel That They (Open - Semi Character Development) Thought It Was Near


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    Nothing quite dampened the air above a group's head like loss. Fittingly, the sky was blanketed with grey that day with clouds threatening to spill over and drop to the ground in droplet form. A part of her wanted to go back to the fox den she slept in and stay there until someone came calling, probably angry that she hadn't tended to any of her duties as she mourned for what could have been months. To take the experience and magnify it while allowing it to hurt her from every possible angle. If only she had been able to keep the clan safer. If only she could have been there to distract the predator long enough for the knight to escape.


    Clearly, he had only hunted for sport, since he left her body there to ooze out its last, painful moments. A coward of that sort deserved a death ten times more miserable. Her claws itched to tear, to move pawstep by pawstep closer to his doom. It was this uneasiness that kept her on her feet. This is the kind of job you wanted, wasn't it? Havisham, Skull authority holder and dependable face? Of course, she told herself. If she wasn't keeping it together, how could anyone else be expected to?


    So she had been making her way to the NPC group when a bright, pink Snowferra was in the bluest of moods. Oh, nonono. Of course she was upset, her best friend had died, but this was an incredibly unusual sight. Being as socially inept as she was, Miss could offer little comfort. Except maybe in existing. Preferring the smaller group of Lloyd and Feza to the NPC gathering, her ears flattened slightly as they drew nearer, the little nick in one of them feeling more torn than ever. "Hello ?" Tlatov, why was her voice uncertain? Ever since the day the kitsune was lost, her dominance over it had been unruly.
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  • AND MY HEART WOULD FORGET IT'S MADE OF GLASS [character development]


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    Water, water everywhere. One could only wish it had been because of natural causes. Perhaps the calico was only seeing things the way her guilt harassed her to, but surely she was not mistaken that Milky's death was at least a partial cause to the recent lack of joy in their little squad. Not even she was so oblivious.


    They were a family. A loss, especially of a member so beloved, left a storm in its wake. Maybe that's why her motivation was so low. Maybe that was why Lloyd was all squished up onto a window. Maybe that's why her claw hooked up a nearby mossball- left over from a fight a few days ago- and flung it at her groupmate's back.
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  • and a pizza hut | o, phantomclanner

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    [hr][size=8]Fortunately for the Ivory Tower- Skulls alliance, Miss hadn't much of an appetite as of late. Should she have been as indulgent as her teenage self, there was little doubt the rabbit would find the skeleton-like female pouncing after his cotton tail. Normally prey would go ignored if not hunted, but this one had a little basket with him. This one was perhaps more civilized than its feral cousins that burrowed in her forests. "Hello," went her light tone. "What's this?" If it was up to her, allies would be ushered back to where they came from and told to leave her clan alone, but she might as well see what the gift was about.
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  • I can't fight it|open, invite

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    [hr][size=8]Why were notes a thing? With a shake of her head, the rook still didn't get it. They were so frail and easy to damage; they had all learned just how easy to tear they could be when Miss had been the one to receive the last one. Unfortunately, Lloyd got to it before her claws could pierce it. Words held so little meaning, and the writing that was undecipherable to her captured even less. Perhaps she would even appreciate that her squadmate had even interpreted the squiggles for her if she wasn't so impatient towards this sort of thing.


    "If you can't remember it, we probably don't know them, so they can't be trusted," she pointed out, her tongue a little snappy. "In any case, we have no time for parties. Not with our latest, fantastic decisions." Of course, her words were loaded, as Megatron was really the one who called the shots as opposed to the clan as a whole.
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