it is known -- open; blizzardclan

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Saburo had found that it was easiest for him to patrol the borders, given his wingpower. It was simpler for him to spread his feathered wings and glide over the breeze than it was for someone else to trudge through the snow. It was efficient to spot someone from the border, and that is just what happened when the crane fluttered down to the floor in front of the BlizzardClanner, blinking down at the smaller creature. She seemed to carry herself with authority, a business like quality; the chocolates at her side told him she wasn't there to join. "Name and business?" Saburo hummed casually, adjusting his wings at his sides idly.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea arrived shortly after Saburo, aureate-hues shifting towards the other silhouette. He blinked, briefly, before a pleasant smile would grace his features, demeanour illuminating as he recognised the other individual. "Oh, hey Sweet!" He'd greet in a congenial manner, pivoting briefly towards Saburo. "This is Sweetophelia, Saburo - she's an ambassador from Blizzardclan." Cherviltea opted to explain, offering them a light smile, before returning his attention to the Blizzardclanner. "How has Blizzardclan been faring?"

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[justify]Lusa approached. It didn't take her long to piece two and two together. Judging from the feline's BlizzardClan scent and the baskets she had laid down, the black bear could only assume that she was either an ambassador or she was here with news.
Lusa unfortunately, wasn't familiar with the current BlizzardClan ambassador for their clan. She had only caught the feline's name from Cherviltea.
"Oh." She murmured, quickly regaining composure. "Welcome Sweetophelia!" She'd greet. "I'm Lusa. Thanks for the gifts."
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[justify]Lusa nodded at the news. "WindClan is doing fairly good ourselves. Nothing too intense going on as I remember." She'd finish after Silver. A light smile tugging at her lips as the basket was pushed forward, she leaned forwards a bit to sniff at the chocolates.
"Delicious." She'd say with a hum, still beaming. She loved sweets. Craved them, actually. She'd carefully reach for one or two, peeling back the wrappers and popping them into her mouth. Sweet and a bit gooey. She'd surely savor this.
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