who's gonna save { BLOODCLANNER IN TERRITORY?! } the world tonight?

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    After long hours of restless running, the wolf pup finally got to her destination. BlizzardClan. She couldn't believe it. She could finally help someone. Well, maybe. If BlizzardClanners weren't like most BloodClanners, who don't give a flipping shit about anyone - not even those close to them. Panny let out a loud howl, hoping that someone would notice her.[/fancypost]

    [justify]Normally Flora was a pacifist-- she didn't want to fight unless it was necessary. However, BloodClanners? Not exactly her favorite people. Barondreams had convinced her to be merciful, but he wasn't here right now. Why? Oh yes, captured. By Bloodclan.


    So when she scented a howling BloodClanner, she assumed the worst. An attack, a raid, a murder. What else did Bloodclan do? They were destroyers, not creators. Slinking forward, the cougar snarled. “Who are you and what is your business here?” The deputy demanded.[/justify]

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    Panem was hyperventilating. Tears formed in her eyes and she dipped her head to show that she was not a threat. Panny hated her clan. Hated it. The only reason she was still there was her sister. "I'm Panem Seraphim of BloodClan - which I'm sure you already know because of my smell." Heh, smell. More like terrible stink. "I think there's someone in our clan who needs your help. Three animals, to be exact. A chestnut horse and two kittens. They're... so small and fragile! So vulnerable! They're torturing them! They need your help!" Panny cried out desperately.[/fancypost]


    [justify]
    The silver tabby appeared beside her deputy, eyeing the pup curiously and cautiously. She could easily be a distraction for a raid or some shit, and Maisie didn't want to take too many chances. So her ears remained pricked and she glanced around casually, waiting for the pup's reply.


    At the pup's words, she flinched. Oh, she knew exactly who she was talking about. Barondreams, Airkit and Foreverkit. Her family. Her adoptive son and his kits. Her great-grandkits. She glanced at Flora, unsure of what to say, and bit her tongue to stop herself from saying something she'd regret at this point. Why was this pup even in BloodClan if she hated it so much? It didn't add up; it must be a trap.


    #blizzardclanmosaic
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    "L-look," she stuttered desperately, "I know you don't trust me." Panem sighed and closed her eyes. "But... I have a sister in BloodClan that I really care about and I know exactly how it feels when your loved ones get hurt. She even nearly got killed by a God. And I believe that if your heart is in the right place, if you really love them so much, you will go there and get them out of that hellhole." She was totally shaking from stress. "Unless you're like them. Unless you don't care about anyone but yourself. Unless it's all about you." All about them. Just all about fucking pieces of shit that do nothing but kill and torture others all day and night long. The worst part was that her sister was also slowly becoming one of them and Panny couldn't think of a way to stop it.[/fancypost]

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    this was new. this was new to see a bloodclanner actually wanting blizzardclan to do something, like we haven't already. "i-i propose a-a plan." she muttered as the ambassador ambled over, just sick and tired of all this. "w-we'll use y-you, to g-get them b-back. tr-trade, it-'s risky bu-but..." she eyed the pup, then glanced at the head paladin and deputy. "...sh-shouldn't w-we try killing wi-with kindness one las-last time- i-i mean, th-this isn't so kind, we ju-just pre-pretend we cap-captured her." her gaze locked on the high positions, waiting for their approval. it would be easy, she would just go alone in case they attacked, and pretend that she wasn't a semi-high position bear. really the only reason forever and air are stuck there is because they're from an hpr litter.




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    Panem shrugged. "You can try. Though I don't believe they care about me more than about a dead rat," she said. In all honesty, due to her recent actions, they might even despise her, but Panny just let them plan. Who knows? Maybe it would work out.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 400px; text-align: justify][font=georgia][size=8]Flickeringlights trusted this Bloodclanner- wanted to trust this Bloodclanner. "I don't think we should use her...There has to be some other way to get them," she mused and suddenly got an idea, her violet eyes flashing. "Okay, maybe we have to get in from the inside. We have a Bloodclanner with us right here. She can 'capture' one of us and bring us to Bloodclan, then help us escape with the kits. Or a variation of that plan." There could be a few changes to make it foolproof.

    [shadow=black,left]SHERLOCK !
    QUIET, CALM, PEACEFUL. ISN'T IT HATEFUL ?    [/shadow]


    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 200px;][font=georgia]Sherlock could barely keep the contempt out of his eyes as they fell upon the pup. She may be an innocent in all of this and he could tell that her actions were truthful, but he was getting sick and tired of all this Bloodclan crap. No one was even trying to do a thing about their captured members, at least no one that had enough power. And that's what really irritated him. Both leaders were far too inactive to get anything done. But this small wolf was willing to help. Strange, how things worked. "She's honest enough." The Paladin supplied to extinguish any doubt his Clanmates felt. It could be something, if they faked holding the canine hostage, but they would need more leverage then that.



    #blizzardclansherlock

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    It did sound like a good plan, and Panem already knew what she would say to her sister. But the violence? She knew very well that to convince BloodClanners that she really is one of them she'd have to torture whoever she would capture. Or at least make them work for her. That's it, work for her. Since it's a plan, they would listen to her. She would give whoever she would so called capture a few scratches {though not bad scratches, just enough to draw blood} and they would pretend to be really scared of her and do as told no matter what. That would be just enough. "That's a brilliant idea!" she exclaimed, face brightening up the slightest bit.[/fancypost]


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    It was a good plan, but if it went through she didn't want her Clanmates getting hurt. That was just more injuries and more problems. Biting her lip, she mewed, "I could do it." She'd been there before. She'd manage. Ferdy'd make sure she didn't suffer too much or whatever.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 400px; text-align: justify][font=georgia][size=8]Flick nodded, "I made it up, I would be willing to go." She wasn't only the friendly, caring clanmate running from Shadowclan that they all considers her to be. Flickeringlights was strong-willed. Maybe she could prove that now.

    [justify]Flora glared at the trembling feline, but slowly her hackles lowered. Everyone else seemed to trust this BloodClanner... but all she seemed to be doing was telling them to collect their clanmates. Oh well, she'd bite her tongue. No need to be rude. She couldn't stay silent for long, though.


    "We need to go in there as members, not as hostages. Then we'll just have more cats trapped. Send spies. We should pretend to join, so that we have a greater chance of being able to bust them out." As for this cat, she seemed willing enough to help. "Do you know where they're being kept?" She demanded. "Can you help us... please?" Her voice wavered, the vulnerable side of her cracking through. This was just all so horrible. There were kits there. Kits, in the monster's lair.[/justify]

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    "i... i ha-have an ex-extra b-body..." she found herself murmuring, personally, she didn't want mosaicsun to go, even if she knew ferdy, it wouldn't mean a one way ticket to getting the clanmembers back. there was an 100% chance that risen would pop from the ground during the mini patrol and tell them to fuck off. "t-two. h-haven't been us-used yet... i-i don't wa-want any mo-more of our highest pos-positions to be cap-captured. t-they'll take the chan-ce t-to take y-you, mas, you-'re our hea-head paladin."




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    [color=transparent]#rabbitanarchy

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    Panem nodded her head, just answering her question. "They're being tortured right now." Right, Flora was right, Panny didn't have the right to say anything to this. They would figure it out themselves. Her job was only to... only to... Gosh, this wasn't even her business! The crazy bitch just made more trouble! But she couldn't just sit there and watch as they slowly beat the life out of the little kittens! This was right. This was the right thing to do. Panem had a good heart. She only wanted to help. Helping meant shutting the fuck up now. And so she did. From then on, she only glanced at the BlizzardClanners and carefully listened to what they said.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 400px; text-align: justify][font=georgia][size=8]"They wouldn't trust us if we go in as members, smelling of Blizzardclan- an obvious enemy. We'd be watched like hawks. If we came in looking like weak and broken prisoners of Panem, they'll think they don't have to worry about us," said Flick.


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    "I don't know. The members thing could work." If they could use those powers that manipulate scents, pelts and eye colour, it'd be perfect. Or she could turn up and tell Ferdy she was joining, but it'd be awkward when he found out she was spying. She didn't want to be on bad terms with him, after all. He was more important to her than her Clanmates would ever understand.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 400px; text-align: justify][font=georgia][size=8]Flickeringlights considered for a moment, "I've got it! We can manipulate our scent, pelt, and eyes. Panel can lead one of us into the clan and tell them that we used to be Bloodclanners long ago but died, only to be reincarnated into the body we're disguising ourselves in. We can tell them we've been finding our way back to our home clan for a long time. They'd welcome us back like old friends." That was about as cunning as she got.

    [font=andale mono][size=30pt]Totemmyth[/size]
    [font=andale mono]Totempup | Male | Field Medic | Dog of Blizzardclan | Multiple Possessions (Wolf, Barn Owl, Domestic Cat, Savannah) | Son of Silverstar | If Attacking Post In [color=lightslateblue]Lightslateblue

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    "You'd need fake names, histories, relationships. It won't be as easy as it looks." Totempup murmured. "Send in someone with a kit body, they'd never suspect a kitten. Manipulate their scent, eyes and pelt, then they'll easy get in."
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    "If anyone's going it's me," Hangingpaw said, her eyes flashing, refusing to stay one color, whirling with excitement and millions of other emotions. This was her chance. "They're my kits and my mate. No one else is going, and that's final," she said, her voice monotone as usual, though her heart was beating a mile a minute. She gave herself a shake, like a wet dog drying itself, her tortoiseshell fur fading into a solid brown, black then swirling across it to give her the appearance of a brown marbled tabby, forcing her eyes to lock onto one color, a faint gray hue. "And thank you for the thought Flicker, but going that far won't be necessary, and will likely just give things away; someone with the Sight will come along sooner or later and prove it false. I'll just go in as a new member. And I think I know how to become a stranger, Totem." Her eyes went to Panem, bright and shining, clearly saying "thank you," but not bothering to voice the words aloud.