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    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%]This was just wonderful! When he had first joined BlizzardClan, he had looked down upon responsibility, preferring to live out his kithood blissfully unaware of the politics and Clan duties, but lately he had been wanting to feel more grown-up. He was tired of standing still and watching, and he was more inclined to visit more Clans thanks to a foreign friend from a different Clan. He wasn't sure why he had chosen RiverClan, he hardly knew anything about it. Hopefully that will all change. This being his first visit, he decided he would take it slow and remember what Sweetophelia had said what ambassadors were supposed to do. He shuffled his paws, hoping this would go smoothly. He hadn't brought any gifts, he figured he would get that later, he hardly knew of RiverClan's culture, and he wanted them to be meaningful.


    "My name is Germanicus. I am RiverClan's ambassador from BlizzardClan." The Angora kitten called out in a soft, accented voice, sitting down and waiting as patiently as he could for the RiverClanners to arrive.


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    [font=Mistral]Ramses Harbinger-Xerses
    [font=times]☼ duncan vantas xx kali xerses ☼ [color=white]male [color=#99C68E]☼ [color=white]riverclan [color=#99C68E]☼ [color=white]riverguard [color=#99C68E]☼
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    [color=#e0e0e0]"Ramses. Welcome to RiverClan," he said, approaching with a friendly expression. It was obvious from the cat's scent that he was a BlizzardClanner, even before he spoke. He wondered if there was a reason for the visit and hoped that it wasn't bad news. "I'm sure my Clanmates will be here soon, is there anything we can do for you?"

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    Princess Hope would arrive next. "Princess Hope, Head Doctor. Feel free to call me Hope though." she neighed softly, towering over the Angora that stood in front of her. Hopefully he wouldn't get too frightened.

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    October Alastair

    You can be an angel of mercy...

    October heard the call of the ambassador and came trotting over. He smiled and wagged his tail lazily. It seemed that Ramses had already inquired about this BlizzardClanner being here. So he'd just decided not to echo the question. "Hello, welcome to RiverClan! My name is October. I know not how long the journey is from BlizzardClan to RiverClan, but you must be thirsty. Can I get you something to drink? Or eat?"

    ...Or give into hate.

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    Sylmae smiled happily as she padded forward, her golden eyes sparkling as they moved over the child on their border. He was sweet and adorable. "Hello there! My name is Sylmae and I'm the First Mate here or, the deputy. It's great to have you here. Would you like to rest for a while you're here? Is everything alright with Blizzardclan?" Mae asked as she settled down beside her clan mates and let her curly tail thumping against the ground as she waited for a response. All of her clan mates were here, offering the male things, doing their best to help him feel welcome and such and she loved that about them.

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    [center][fancypost=background-color: none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size: 9; line-height:110%;color:black;]Kynthia was next to join the party, raising an eyebrow as she saw that the BlizzardClaner was only a child. Who in the right mind would appoint a child to be an ambassador? There were so many dangers in traveling; a child should not have to be put in the way of such danger. As others had already offered the BlizzardClanner food, water, and rest, she remained quiet with a worried look in her gaze.
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    [fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; line-height:110%;][align=justify]★ GENERAL:
    — Kynthia Darling
    — Female, she/her/they/them pronouns
    — 2 years old (ages realistically)
    — Grey-biromantic Pansexual
    — Nurse & Minnow of Extended RiverClan
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    ★ PHYSICALITY:
    ★ Border Collie [birth & main]
    — Blue merle
    — Left eye is orange, right eye is brown
    — Wears a flower crown everywhere
    — Wears two leather front ankle cuffs and a leather chest place
    — Armor made by Ramses
    — Reference
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    ★ RELATIONSHIPS:
    [font='verdana']— Single | No crush
    — Toni Darling x NPC
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    ★ INTERACTION:
    [font='verdana']— Physically average | Mentally weak
    — Sometimes starts fights | Sometimes shows mercy
    — Speaks in bold white | Attacks in bold white
    — No maim/capture/kill without permission
    — Can powerplay peaceful actions
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    ★ POWERS:
    — Water Elementals (expert)
    [font='verdana']— Teleportation (intermediate)
    — Super senses (intermediate)
    — Shape-shifting (intermediate)

    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%]His expectations were pleasantly reached, he was relieved that the RiverClanners were being so friendly to him. He had done well in choosing RiverClan as his Clan in the ambassador program. Germanicus felt like he'd get along great here. There were four dogs and a strange, hoofed animal he had never seen before. There weren't many dogs in BlizzardClan ... most were cats, so this was something he'd certainly have to make note of. He was sure it was important. He had to know the general population. "Oh," He huffed, doing his best to glance at each RiverClanner, nod his head in greeting, and answer all of their questions as generally as he could in his limited vocabulary. "That would very nice! I am hungry and thirsty. I can rest here." He looked up at Sylmae, pale blue eyes widening. "Ja, BlizzardClan is well. I have heard of some trouble with a group called Cartel, but we are recovering." He had never seen any raids yet, but he knew something was going on with the group called Cartel, as some of his Clanmates went missing and came back scared and with a strange scent. He was careful not to speak so openly, he had some conception of national pride and understood he couldn't be blabbering on and on about everything. He was a child, but he was mentally maturing fast due to his studious and quiet nature back at home.


    "How is RiverClan? Oh, is there any things RiverClan needs? Any special gifts wanted for next visit?" He planned to come back in a week or half to deliver gifts, and perhaps he'd get the hang of this ambassador thing by then and he'd be ready to set up events. Germanicus purred. He felt more important than ever now.


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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor;borderwidth=0px;bordercolor=;text-align:justify;width:455px;][size=12][font='Times New Roman,Times,serif']The plant teleported up, 'Hello there!' it thought towards the BlizzardClanner cheerfully, though it was a plant it was intelligent, and sentient, and could communicate, this usually lead to the flipping out of other creatures, which was highly amusing to the usually bored potted bonsai.