WHAT'S REAL — VOLATILETIMES

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia was lingering near the BlizzardClan northern borders, her pale lilac eyes narrowed in quiet contemplation as she stared out at the distant horizon. She was slowly recovering from her injuries and throughout the duration of that time, her attacker had never strayed too far from her mind. The BlizzardClan leader still did not know her attacker's identity - only that they were a blue feline. And it was likely that her would-be assassin had already shed that form. A tinge of frustration tugged at her. Her suspicions fell on Cartel - what with their recent declaration of "gang war" on BlizzardClan and their affinity for selling the services of hit men. But she simply wasn't quite certain.
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    info — updated 2/7




    THE MADNESS WAS CLEAR TO SEE

    so sorry for the late reply!!//


    Volatile didn't know what she was doing here, but eh, she should stay just in case someone found her. They needed to know ColouredClan had a new leader anyways. So the female was stalking around near BlizzardClan's borders, but she wasn't all that suspicious looking. Or at least she hoped she didn't look like she was about to do something. She would never dream of hurting one of ColouredClan's allies. She wasn't that stupid.


    She would have crossed the border if the leader hadn't been there.


    The beast stopped and stood up straight as she spotted Sweet. She didn't know her personally, but it wouldn't hurt to get to know the fem now, right? Ah, oh well. Their meeting would be the judge of that, she supposed. "Hello there, ma'am. Didn't see you there, so I apologize." Volatile sounded really awkward, but she made her way over to the other leader with confidence.


    fangs °

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia blinked, turning to look at the new ColouredClan leader. Nighttales, Euphemia, Frightfur, and now Volatiletimes. Four leaders in little over three weeks. BlizzardClan had transitioned from Tama to Saltcircles and now to Sweetophelia in only one single week. In terms of clans being led by Xerses leaders, it seemed that RiverClan and WindClan had been more fortune in the leader department. But Sweetophelia was simply grateful for her clan's quick recovery despite the sudden leadership changes. Already, the new status quo felt - to her - to be normalcy.


    Her current concern was her attacker - why they had struck and whether she needed to prepare herself for a second encounter. "Volatiletimes, right?" Sweetophelia liked to keep herself informed and news traveled fast whether or not messengers were formally sent out. "I've heard you became leader. What happened to Frightfur?" She readjusted her seat, now fully facing the other female. There was the slightest hint of a polite smile lingering at the corner of her mouth.


    OOC | No worries!
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    info — updated 2/8