black friday hauls — blizzardclan raid

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[justify]these sh*ts were raiding them again? how wonderful. although he wasn't exactly in the mood to fight... he felt so lazy and sluggish. though he had to prove to his idiot clanmates that he was better than they thought. he'd been slipping way too much lately and he was determined to prove them wrong. heck, maybe he'd even get lucky and maintain a captive. who knew, for anything was possible.

as the tiger pricked his way through the dense forest surrounding him, he allowed a small grin to appear. despite his reluctance to fight today, he was actually looking quite forward to it. he had been one of the intruders upon blizzardclan territory in the past few days, and it seemed like each encounter he managed to learn more and more about their snowy little warriors. he used to be a spy, but who needed spying when all you had to do was waltz on their territory without asking? they surely didn't give a damn, and in the end it provided useful information. perhaps he would pay them a visit after this, just to see those who hadn't involved themselves in the raid. oooh! maybe he'd get to encounter circusclown this time. that would be interesting. after all, he knew all his weaknesses and what to go straight for. just as he did rick. boy, oh boy, what fun this would be.

"it appears we have some new toys to play with,"

he cackled maniacally, almost like a mad man. he was not insane, however. though he did continue this ridiculous act, as he came into view of the blizzardclanners. "who wants to play with me first? shall i take my pick?" it wasn't like there was much to choose from, seeing as only two blizzardclanners had arrived. it was still easier to take the upper hand though.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify][size=8]three blizzardclanners now, actually, because here you are. however, akin to the riverclan rescue mission, you are here to play the field medic. yes, you have no jurisdiction — you are windclan's medic apprentice, after all, not blizzardclan's, but you figure that the more hands, or paws in this case, ready to help out, the better. you don't plan on fighting anyone, shuffling over towards what you guess will be the outskirts of the swift approaching battle and glancing around, a soft, awkward smile on your face.
[hr][spoiler=INFORMATION | 11/28][size=8]" I'D LIKE TO MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE "
✦ frisk donatella-reaver-dreemurr | nonbinary [they/them]
✦ single | kinkshamer | picked up flirting from artpop | not interested
✦ npc x npc | adopted by imperiousdevotions
✦ considers artpop and sans their parents
✦ physically a child | december 5 | sagittarius
✦ former phantomclan poltergeist (HP) | former shadowclan vanguard (HP)
✦ former remnant initiate (sHP) | former windclan honorguard (HP)
✦ traveler | windclan medic apprentice (sHP) | blizzardclan member

" THAT PLANET EARTH TURNS SLOWLY "
✦ DOMESTIC FELINE [current/main] | health: 100
— frisk is a petite, small-boned felidae with dark brown coloring, and they don't have any tabby stripes or accented ticks in their pelt. however, they are not solidly one color, the toetips of their forepaws and hindpaws a softer shade of brown, a light creamy tint. their fur is short but feathery, silk-soft to the touch, and their body heat gives off an intense feeling of warmth that that they are often checked for a fever. they also lack a tail, nothing but a tufted stump in its place, which is natural. their most noticeable physical aspect, however, are the smatters of buttercups and shrubs marring their entire frame. the flowers and growth are sparse in general, scattered across their pelt. in fact, the only place where the plantgrowth clutters together in a massive heap is around frisk's neck, a jagged row trailing down from their jawline to their collarbone. if people ask how this happened, there is a very strong chance that they won't answer. though their eyes are often closed, when opened they are revealed to be round in shape, the irises a deep sooty color with thick lashes that circle the upper lids and thin around the lower lids. every once in awhile, frisk is seen with a satchel around their neck, the contents being leaves and shells and rocks — things that they think are pretty or neat.
— [i]major injuries:
— [i]minor injuries: none

" ITS HARD TO SAY I'D RATHER STAY AWAKE WHEN I'M ASLEEP "
— introverted socialite. prefers to sign rather than talk. might stutter around strangers. dislikes violence and will not partake in it, but very rarely will intervene if it's clan business. true neutral.

" CAUSE EVERYTHING IS NEVER AS IT SEEMS WHEN I FALL ASLEEP "
✦ attack in LAVENDERBLUSH | physically medium | mentally super easy
✦ mentored by holydove | formerly trained by sans
✦ knows self defense | will show mercy | studying medicine
✦ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
✦ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Kathleen came out next, sticking to the trees- she was much stronger up there. She leaped from tree branch to tree branch, hovering above the Blizzardclanners carefully. She wouldn't attack first unless it was absolutely necessary- hopefully she wouldn't be noticed up in the treetops.

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Blizzardlcan was fun, in the sence that a toy would be. It was only a matter of time until they got bored- until both sides declared a truce or until one was defeated. How though, that was the interesting part of this. Jammal was eager to see how this would play out. it kept him entertained. Kept him grounded with the knowledge of simply knowing.

The panther landed- his claws aiming to pin the little young apprentice down to the ground. Maybe this would start the fun- maybe he could get away with this one. Wouldn't that be a fun idea? He let loose a grin- letting it split his lips as he leered openly.He stayed silent though, keeping to the theme. If his attack landed, he would raise on paw, aiming to swipe it down on the other's skull with enough blunt trauma to hopefully knock the other out.

/yo, open to capture?
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 425px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: georgia;]Kamari had been prowling after her clanmates, her stomach churning as she stayed cautious, expecting the Exilers to pop out at any moment. When they had, Blindfold's voice had startled her, causing her to jump in fear. So here they were, attacking at an instant. With wide eyes, the female desperately glanced around, hoping to find someone that she could take on as an opponent without it being a death wish.

She seemed to have no such luck.

[spoiler=info (updated 11.25)]GENERAL:
Kamari Marie Deerling — Nicknames include Kami and Mari
♀ — Demisexual — Apprentice of BlizzardClan
6 Months old — Born May 5th
Single — Not crushing
Reincarnation of Allyson Deerling Grammaticus

PHYSICAL: [ Reference ] | HEALTH: 100%
A small brown dark tabby with jet black markings and stripes, as well as deep brown eyes. Her fur is long in length, though she is very lithe and thin.
— Major injuries: N/A
— Minor injuries: N/A

PERSONALITY:
— MEDIATOR; INFP
— Kind, giving, selfless, friendly
— Awkward, insecure, bookworm
— Creative, artistic, compassionate

[color=white]CONFRONTATION:
Poorly skilled in combat — Prefers not to fight — Easy difficulty
No known powers
Attack in bold text or in any other noticeable color
Can powerplay non-violent or peaceful actions

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Oh god, look at these smug idiots. Had he been like that? No, he didn't smirk every single second he saw a human being. Only when he was actually amused and not just being a stupid prick who was self-centered. No wonder he left. Alrighty, time for everyone to whine and complain about how he was a traitor. Boohoo, he left them without saying goodbye. Boohoo, he had left so he didn't turn into the next Bill Cipher making everybody kiss his feet the second he stepped out of his house. Boohoo, he was a traitor for leaving and then trying as hard as he could to hide his identity. They didn't have a stick shoved up their ass, they had a fucking tree stuck in it. If someone couldn't tell, The Exiles made him pretty angry with their accusations, despite contradicting thoughts.

Spotting Jammal attacking, he frowned as he stared. Was he serious? That was the most pathetic thing he's ever seen, an adult panther attacking a little feline. He wouldn't even get meat to give him half the food he needed to eat, just... Why? Literally, it was the saddest thing he's ever seen. He tried to swing forward, hoping to swing a knife into his paw, which if it worked he would continue pushing the sharpened object inside if he wasn't stopped. He was going to work as a distraction, maybe smack some sense into Jammal. He didn't really want to be like these guys, did he? None of them were sane. Maybe being here was driving him insane though. Just before he came here he had been shaking, scared. Not because he was scared someone was gonna kill him, he feared much worse.

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[ battle tags below+max of two attackers+not open to capture ]
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/ rushed!

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// ic opinions loves <3

Matty padded onto the battlefield warily; gaze flickering between each member of the enemy. It appeared that Blizzardclan was stronger, since most of the Exiles didn't really care to show up. Their loss, he supposed.

Narrowing his violet gaze (trying desperately to ignore the fear clawing its way into his mind) he simply waited for an opportunity to help out one of his clanmates. If he absolutely had to... he supposed that he could try shifting into his wyvern form. But really... he felt unstable in this body; it could be disastrous to shift into a bigger one.

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pale hues would overlook the battle, the kitten perched beside a rock. he would fight of course, but for now he would simply observe and wait for an opponent. a sly look would ripple within his oculars as he approached matty. he'd chosen him as his opponent, the vice-leader himself. his eyes would stretch as his kakugan flared up in the left, seven blades rapidly circling him. he would then aim to slice matty's neck with two blades. whether or not that worked, he would circle himself with the remnants and circle wind around him, aiming to hit into the other with superior force.
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