SHOULD'VE DRUNK A GATORADE MARGARET | OPEN, BLIZZARDCLAN AMBASSADOR + VISITOR

Sasha hadn't become leader. Not yet, anyway, but she hoped and prayed her time was nearing. But even now, every time she seemed to get close, somebody would slide in and snatch it out from under her.
The fae had been patrolling when she came across a familiar, though slightly different, scent. Her ears perked, following the scent carefully before stumbling across the vixen. For a moment, she thought her eyes were tricking her. But sure enough, it was her. The badge confirmed it.
"Olive?" Sasha asked, staring at her. "What are you doing here? Where have you been?"

"Oh I can barely handle this one alone." Sasha said with a laugh. "I've had a couple kids since you left, they're running around here somewhere."
The fae looked around a bit, curious to see if perhaps they were nearby. But not hearing anything, she shrugged a bit and sat down. No point in looking for them when they were most likely hanging out in camp.
"I'll admin, we're... not the best. We're all healthy and we're not at war or anything like that. But... we've been stronger, bigger." Sasha let out a small sigh, shrugging a bit. "I'm currently a deputy with Adrian... he's Deutsch and Feli's kid. William slash Ben slash Fragilestar, I don't know what you knew him by if anything, is currently our leader. I don't see him around as often as I like, though. In fact, I don't see anyone as often as I would like. People will pop in once in a while but for the most part the only other person I see around here is Kristall."

"I'm trying the best I can." Fragilestar appeared beside his Sector, eyes locked upon Olive curiously. "It would've been William, I'm sure. Just visiting, I'm assuming?" The senator sits down, brown gaze glancing towards Sasha once before returning to the Blizzardclanner.

Kristallpaw remembered Olive, she had never known the vixen very well, but she had seen her around enough in her time in Thunderclan to recognize her. "Hallo Olive... I'm glad to hear you're doing so well." She greeted with a small smile as she padded forward on alabaster paws. She definitely agreed with Sasha's sentiments as far as the welfare of the Clan went, and even though she felt she was around a decent bit, she wasn't happy with her own presence in the Clan. She was working on being around more, slowly but surely, but it was definitely a work in progress.

"Indeed." Sasha said with a light chuckle. "Gifts, right, of course. I noticed you before I noticed them. Thank you for them, Olive."
The fae didn't take too much interest in the others. Her ears perked, she nodded lightly to them, then looking back towards Olive. She had her focus on her clan mates constantly, her eyes needed to see a new, although it was familiar, face. Looking at the basket, she began to wonder just what was in there.
"Oh, how is Sweetophelia doing?" The fae then asked, ears bolting upwards again. "It looked like the death's earlier kind of hit her hard."

"That's good to hear." Sasha said, before perking her ears to listen to Olive's words a bit more carefully. "That would be nice. We considered a member exchange but we don't really have a lot of members anymore. What kind of events were you thinking, if any right now?"

"Both of those sound perfect." Sasha said with a smile. "Maybe we can do a mass meet and greet one week then a training session another so people have acquaintances they're comfortable with for sparring?"
The fae perked up at the ideas, happy to finally be getting somewhere. They needed more interaction with other clans, she knew that. But so far none of her ideas had been officially approved, so she felt stuck. The last thing she wanted to do was to piss anyone else off if she wanted to be the next in line over Adrian.