weep little lion man -- open, gifts from FoL

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    The siberian lynx point walked up with a basket dangling from her jaws, and kind blue eyes. She was are they were neutrals, but she thought it would be kind to hand one over anyways. She dropped the basket and sat back. "Excuse me?" The french accented femme called, chin up. "I have come with gifts from the Fortress of Lakara," A smile dampened her words

    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][font=georgia] the panther was the first to arrive as he blinked his worldly auburn eyes at the lynx. after drilling himself on whom was our enemies, allies and whom to feel neutral about he was sure that accepting the gifts when it was the fortress of lakara would be suitable thing to do. meeting her pale eyes, he sat down, "welcome to sunclan, ma'am", he greeted with his usual smile. "what kind of gifts do you bring," he was curious besides it was an awefully nice thing for someone to come so far to present offerings of friendship. besides, hemlock was an absolute sucker when it came to gifts.

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    She greeted him with a small dip of her head, almost as a ding of respect. "We have a tin of herbs, handmade crafts from our npc kits, small bits of jewelry, a few candy sweets, and some golden wheat and ladylace crowns." She spoke. They didn't have many flowers in the fortress, but the crows were beautiful nonetheless, and the little items were made with care, while the other gifts just seemed like a nice thing to add.

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]"Oi, these are very lovely gifts lassie. We will be sure to return the favor of course." The cloaked black leopard made his way over and he gave a soft grin toward the female. His body barely brushed against Hemlock' before he attempted to bump the other in a friendly gesture. He didn't mind the other and he then sat down before flexing his claws just a bit against the ground, although he barely even used the things unless he was climbing.


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    She smiled sightly. "That's alright," she hummed, again, lowing her cranium. "All good wishes towards your association." flicking an audit, she stood up to leave. It felt nice too give to others, and she'd definitely have to talk to Luther about requesting an alliance with them. They seemed like a level headed clan.

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    the panther gave an appreciated nod as he looked over the basket with a small smile, he thought the handmade crafts from the kittens was pretty adorable. especially the macaroni art piece, he glanced over to see rogue heading over and he have him a friendly nudge back and winked before turning back to the larakian. "hope to see you again," giving his farewell he saw a piece of bubble gum in the basket and took it out smoothly.


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    "and you as well," She spoke before she walked off, proud of herself for not appearing as awkward as she really was. Oh, and not forgetting English. That was a miracle.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Marina had arrived a bit too late to say thanks to the girl, but she glided down with a smile nonetheless, landing gracefully on a rather thick twig that protruded from a dead, toppled log. She clamped her talons around the twig to keep from falling off after she landed. "That was nice of her," she said in a nice manner. She peered into the basket of gifts, just taking a look. The crafts were indeed rather adorable.
    The macaw used her talons to pluck a lady lace crown from the basket and set it atop her head, then she gave her blue wings a ruffle, temporarily revealing the underlying golden feathers. "How do I look?" she asked these SunClanners who were still yet strangers to her. [/fancypost]


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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10pt;][font=georgia] he flicked his tail in farewell, lips slightly perked in amusement as the fem looking mighty proud of herself. shifting his gaze to the incoming avian, he put her face to memory and came up with nothing. ah, a new face. "hello," he greeted, watching her pull out the crown and placing it on her head. "you look quite nice," hemlock remarked with an appreciative gaze.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; color: #0093E7; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black]MARINA[i] ![/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Since part of a blue and gold macaw's face is a little bit bare, a little bit of a blush was visible. "Thank you, sir! That's very nice of you to say." The macaw waddled... Well, not waddled, but that's kind of the way it looked when she walked around on tree limbs and such. She stuck a wing in front of her chest and bowed a bit, trying to keep her balance. "My name's Marina. It's a pleasure to meet you," she squawked happily. [/fancypost]


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