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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia had visited BoneClan's territory not too long ago. The visit had been fairly uneventful but she supposed that that was to be expected. But the BlizzardClan Head Combatant was back at the borders again, this time waiting with a small red-and-green basket at her side. A holiday-themed basket only seemed appropriate, did it not? Hopefully the BoneClanners might appreciate the gesture, and ideally they would arrive soon since the seal-point feline was beginning to get a little cold, even despite her tolerance for the frigid weather built up from a life on the floating islands.
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    info | updated 12/7/2016

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    The scent of the BlizzardClanner on the border only reminded Orion that he was still behind on starting an event for the other group in thanks of their help when they were low on food. Though he wished not for the reminder of his fallback, he was glad of the reminder, hoping that it would cause him to kick-start his whole ordeal once more in hopes of being able to give something back before the year was over.


    Coming over to the border, the child would offer a smile to the other, sitting down quickly and opening his maw to speak. "Hello!" He would speak greatfully, taking note of the basket before him, "Are you from BlizzardClan?" He would ask quickly, knowing that they were an allied group, and she smelled a lot like them.
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