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  • a city of cherry trees (storage!)

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    wide eyes will always brighten the blue
    chase your dreams and remember me, sweet bravery



  • a city of cherry trees (storage!)



    — CLARA HACKSAW —
    I'm gonna tell you there's no black and no white.
    actions - "speech" - thoughts



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    Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.


    It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.


    When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then.


    Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life.


    ♚ makaio

  • a city of cherry trees (storage!)

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    ( everywhere I look tonight, I see angels around me )

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  • a city of cherry trees (storage!)

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:600px; text-align:justify; font-size: 9px;]Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. "Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean." A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.


    It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. "The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen." She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.
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  • Oh my children |open,birth| be better than me

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:600px; text-align:justify; font-size: 9px;]The world came at her with a dull roar. She slipped out, tumbling amongst her littermates and slapping against them. The puppy mewled for attention. Why was it cold? The heat of her mother's womb was replaced with the crisp, early-morning air, which would feel good but not now. She crawled towards a nipple and greedily latched on.
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  • a human monster. (open)

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:600px; text-align:justify; font-size: 9px;]Clara was unbelievably happy that she had been born too. The puppy had begged some apprentices to lead her out of the territory, but now they were off playing games and leaving her out. Sullen, she decided to explore. The bushes parted for her, revealing a confusing scene. Everyone seemed sad. And silent. She would be silent too. The dalmador quietly walked next to Atticus, setting herself down at her father's side. She turned her gaze up towards him, wanting an explanation but not wanting to intrude.
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  • masha and the bear [o, scavenging]

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:600px; text-align:justify; font-size: 9px;]Clara watched Ivan with wide eyes, trying to make sense of the expanse of fur and flesh that loomed over everyone. She stumbled over, keeping her eyes on this giant. She should be scared, and she was, just a little bit. But she laughed, partly out of nervousness, partly out of pure amusement, at the sight of meat falling out of his mouth and gaping at the other cat. She was a little disturbed by the pig-tearing part, but she had grown up with it, and it mattered less and less now.

    "Do you want me to put it in your mouth?" she asked, wagging her tail. A job. Yes, she wanted to grow up fast and have a job. Her parents were always busy doing their jobs, and she wanted to be busy too. Ah well, she was busy playing.
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  • claratags

    GENERAL:
    ✿ Clara Hacksaw (Clara) | Female
    ✿ Henry xx Atticus | 2 months old
    ✿ Heterosexual | Aromantic
    ✿ "Kit" of WindClan
    PHYSICAL:
    ✿ DALMADOR [main] | health: 100%
    — (Rough) Reference. Shape of a lab with the spots of a dalmatian. Large brown eyes.
    — Minor injuries: none
    — Major injuries: none
    PERSONALITY:
    ✿ Devout | Childish | Friendly
    ✿ Patriotic | Observant | Studious
    — ESFP-A "The Entertainer"
    POWERS:
    ✿ The Sight - undiscovered
    ✿ Telepathy - undiscovered
    ✿ Possession (NOT shapeshifting) - undiscovered
    INTERACTION:
    ✿ Easy physically | Easy mentally
    ✿ Powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
    ✿ Attack in #93C9AE
    OTHER:
    ✿ Roleplayed by Zepheryn!

  • choose carefully. (OPEN + TAKE OVER)

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:600px; text-align:justify; font-size: 9px;]It seems like there was trouble in WindClan. Clara padded over, large paws scuffing the ground because she was paying too much attention to everyone else. There was a range of emotions on everyone's faces. Her parents' were angry, but the wolf up there seemed pretty happy. She sat besides Atticus, tilting her chin upwards to hear Negan's words.


    Hmmm. Negan used a lot of words she didn't understand, but the meaning was rather clear. If they stood still, they would get attacked. And what did her parents say? Of course the Deputy would defend his position. "Daddy, I don't see anything wrong with what he's saying." she commented, nodding along like she knew what she was talking about. "He's going to make the Clan better."


    But then Luke was speaking, and her wide eyes got even larger as they watched the lion argue. She looked down, suddenly a little ashamed. He disagreed with her, and she wanted to agree with him. She kept her head lowered, but watched his mane swish back and forth as he spoke. And those blue eyes...
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  • I'm watching it burn // open

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:600px; text-align:justify; font-size: 9px;]One of Henry's children seems to have escaped. Clara wandered through the library's hallways, wondering if she would ever get a chance to read a book. They certainly seemed interesting, with how some WindClanners stared at them for long periods of time. Notes drifted through the corridors and she found herself playing a game to follow them to the source. The puppy ended up stumbling upon another dog... making music?


    She certainly hadn't expected that, and it gave her hope that, she too, would be able to play piano that well. Though it did sound a little sad... "Hello." Clara felt very quiet and somber, listening to the piano, and she adjusted her voice accordingly. "What are you doing?" It looked easy, but she looked a little sad. She needed someone to talk to.
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  • a city of cherry trees (storage!)




    — CLARA HACKSAW —
    i'm going to tell you there's no black and no white
    2 month old "dalmador" - faceclaim is tsumugi kotobuki from k-on!



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    Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. "Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean." A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.


    It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. "The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen." She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.


    ♚ makaio

  • choose carefully. (OPEN + TAKE OVER)

    Clara eyed Blanche as he(?) knelt down next to her, blocking her view of Luke and made a small 'hmph' sound as his words. Yes, she would take that into consideration. A lot of WindClanners didn't like Negan, so did that mean he was bad? But his claims were bold and strong. "Why do they think differently?" she questioned, taking the chance to clamber onto his back. She carefully settled down, looking at Melchoir as he defiantly spoke up.


    She wondered if she would ever be brave enough to do that.


    She cared about others' opinions far too much to ever speak out. What would Negan do to her? After all, she was the daughter of one of the angriest citizens in WindClan at the moment, aside from maybe Melchoir now. Would anyone ever sneer at her or look down if she yelled out her opinions? No. But there was also the fact that she was simply too indecisive to ever state her opinions.


    The puppy tilted her head to catch her other brother's whispers better. That made sense now. Negan was mean, and even if he was going to make the Clan better, he would do it in a mean way. That would make everyone upset, which was why they were protesting now instead of later. "Okay, thank you." she murmured back to him. "You're smart." For being able to understand it and explain it to her.


    As many more voices clamored for a say in the matter, she twisted her head around to watch Navi. There was something arresting about the way she moved her mouth. She stared intently, hanging on to every word she said. Fire?

  • I'm watching it burn // open

    "So you do those things at the same time?" Clara wondered aloud, her voice pitching in awe. Clara didn't like to do two things at once: it always messed one or more of them up. But if it was relaxing, then Evelyn must do it easily. "I haven't." she responded, rearing up and bracing her forelegs against the seat of the piano to have a better look at it. The rows of black dots and lines made no sense to her. Maybe she would learn about it later. "Can you teach me to play the piano? You do it good, but it looks hard. You should play some more." she commented, words coming out of her mouth on strings.


    She glanced at Kate, hopping off. "Both of you play piano?" she inquired, glancing around. To her, this setup seemed solemn. Solemnity was different from peace as far as she knew. Solemnity meant a rainy day, but peace was the glazed over period of time after the rains. Kate was more optimistic than her.

  • a city of cherry trees (storage!)




    — CLARA HACKSAW —
    i'm going to tell you there's no black and no white
    2 month old "dalmador" - faceclaim is tsumugi kotobuki from k-on!


    [center]

    Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. "Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean." A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.
    It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. "The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen." She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.


    ♚ makaio

  • scrapes and bruises. (OPEN, TRIP TO THE ARMORY)




    — CLARA HACKSAW —
    i'm going to tell you there's no black and no white
    2 month old "dalmador" - faceclaim is tsumugi kotobuki from k-on!


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    "Let's learn new shit!" Clara cheerfully piped up, bounding right into step with all the larger canines. Many WindClanners didn't like Negan all that much, but Clara thought that he had good ideas, just maybe not the best way of presenting them. War and torture were distant things to her, as if WindClan had a standing military instead of having their own civilians fight for their lives.


    She also wanted to learn. She was hopelessly naive, and she knew it. Her brothers were far ahead of her in their understanding on the world, and she wanted to get in with the action too.


    The puppy trotted to a stand besides Evelyn, who she had met before. She certainly was kind, and she hoped that Victorianpaw would be as well. "I don't really know you either." she remarked, trying to join in on the conversation. "I'm Clara. Do you already know anything about the armory? I think your red eyes look fierce." The girl was certainly talkative today. She wanted to get to know everybody that she would be learning with.


    ♚ makaio