Every other day ;; open + captured

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    [justify]It had been a casual day for him, as per usual when things like this happened to him. How sad really, he had just been on the hunt for something sweet, and syrupy, oh, one could probably guess what now.


    It had happened quickly, quick and simple. One moment, he was conscious, the next, unconscious, as well as obviously not in Blizzardclan anymore. In fact, the most recent place he had been hanging out at was now deserted, well, unless you wished to count the rank stench of The exiles coating the territory.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]"Matthew's gone," Margaery would observe quietly, her voice strained. The vile stench of the Exiles hung heavily in the air and the chocolate point couldn't help but sigh. No matter what they did, no matter what precautions they took, they still seemed vulnerable to the other clan. It was beginning to become frustrating in her eyes. [color=#eecccc]"What plan of attack should we take?" She inquired out loud, looking around for any of her clanmates. One of them was bound to have a good idea... even though she certainly knew she didn't.


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    "We should just take him back at the raid we were planning." Francis growled, padding over with a shake of his head. It was a wonder that a pretty, prissy, pink thing like him could still manage a snarl, but he did it. Unlike when he died, Francis was just angry at his apprentice. They needed another session to prevent this shit from happening.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"That raid should be executed soon." Tama paused, drawing to a halt by Marg and Francis, as thought of the Exiles pervaded all else - that, and concern for their captured comrade. "Though the planning had certainly been a bit.. rowdy." What, with several arguments occurring at once, and then of course, the instance with Marley, too. It was unfortunate, but it seemed as if she was going to have to begin planning raids only with the higher positions, just to avoid things getting too messy.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width:410px;][justify][size=9pt]♚ "Right, perhaps we should host another raid planning meeting, just to be sure that all the high positions know which actions we are taking, I'm not too sure myself." Losty explained, looking to Tama.

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    The concern radiating from somewhere over in the territory drew Carlisle over like a moth to a flame. As he approached he got concerned as well as so the spotted mutt settled besides someone he wasn't aware of their name. Sniffing at thr air, the handsome brown mutt would smell the Exiles and a shutter shook his bones. So they tortured this clan too? Was any clan free from the Exiles? Probably not, those people seemed to have a lot of time on their hands. Stretching his shoulders slightly, Carlisle would listen to the high positions murmur amongst themselves. A raid planning? Interesting. Blinking his brown eyes, the Blizzardclan mutt would listen to what else was going on with a concerned look in his brown eyes.
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