[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=georgia]Sweetophelia was leaving Riddlersgame's library, a placid expression etched across her facial features. It was very cold outside - as to be expected of a BlizzardClan winter - and Sweetophelia shivered lightly, trying to preserve whatever warmth that remained clinging to her pelt. She was supposed to be finding "treasures" for her weekly task and then burying them somewhere for the other members of BlizzardClan to find. The Head Combatant was walking through a grove of pine trees, her pale lilac eyes fixed on the path before her. Surely she could find something interesting in her cabin.
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