The Tribe of the Raven Order. ` ROLEPLAY THREAD! + JUMP IN!

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    The tigress woke up in the camp of the Tribe: a Twoleg building. As always, she rested on the upper floor like everyone else usually would, and she had almost forgot that today she wasn't an Associate. She was the Chief of the Tribe by vote of her people - her recent people, anyways.


    The former RiverClan and SolarClan elder silently traveled to the bottom floor - the Twolegs' lobby. She looked around, spotting the fresh-kill pile in its usual location. There wasn't too much more on it than small prey, sadly for her, but she had become accustomed to eating fish. At least there was a deer on the pile - she'd let the others have it though. A leader was supposed to be generous.


    She took one chomp of the deer before taking up about three or five fish in her jaws. She looked to the entrance, exiting and resting by a nearby bonfire. It was a cold, dawn morning. Unusual for Spring, though that didn't matter. She began picking the fish's meat off of their bones hungrily.


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    ❝Do you know what your name means? Pretty snow.❞


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    Lixue flew down from her perch at the top of the building she had been roosting on. She landed behind Palechild and looked at the chief, "Hello, Palechild." She flew over the tigress, landing in front of her. Her deep silver eyes had their lighter silver flecks make any light refract and make her eyes appear to glow. The snowy's quartz anklet jangled against her talons, oddly the one on the opposite foot was missing. Usually the snowy had both anklets on, but today one was missing.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]The tigress looked up from her food, a tendril of flesh dropping from her maw in a clumsy manner. Her ticks went off - "Moop," - though she didn't care. That was normal. "Hello." After a few seconds, another moop happened. "How have you been, then," she asked as more of a statement than a question. She licked her lips, picking up the piece of meat she had dropped and swallowed it again.


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    Lixue hooted, a tad surprised that Palechild hadn't yet noticed her missing anklet. "Fine, fine, I scouted just before dawn and the territory seems secure," she added. The snowy hooted again, fluttering her wings, snow flying up into a cloud of dazzling frozen crystals. "And you?" the snowy owl asked, folding her massive white wings. Lixue swiveled her head around to look at a mouse in the mound of prey, she picked it up as she awaited Palechild's reply and began tearing into it, eating the mouse sliver by sliver. Most owls gulped down their food, but Lixue felt it as a gross ritual, so instead of swallowing it whole she peeled it strip by strip.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]"Nothing much. I felt hungry so I guess I'm first to eat today." No one needed to know about how she had taken a bite of that deer though. Not yet, at least. She blinked. "I had anticipated you'd tell me something about why you're wearing only one bracelet today?" she asked. Her tail flicked, curling around herself. It was what she did to feel fancy.


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