in the morning / open, blizzardclan ambassador

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    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%]Germanicus skipped over to the border, ears pricked as he strained for the slightest sound. He had gotten worried because he had heard RiverClan might be in some sort of environmental crisis. His tongue swept cautiously over his lips, hoping that RiverClan had not died out. He was found of them ... even though he had visited once and didn't seem to get anywhere with actually knowing much about their culture. "Guten Tag! Germanicus, BlizzardClan ambassador!" The young Angora cat called out, his plumy tail sweeping back and forth as he waited for them to come. Yes, he did hope that they hadn't died out, he had put a lot of work into making various leather bags with patterns that resembled waves just for RiverClan. He wanted to be a good ambassador.


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    [font=Mistral]Ramses Harbinger-Xerses
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    [color=#e0e0e0]Ramses's walk was interrupted by the sound of an unfamiliar voice. He'd been taking walks a lot lately to get away from all the family drama. He padded for ambassador, his big paws thudding on the dusty earth. "Nice to meet ya, Germanicus. Ramses. How can RiverClan help you?" The cat's scent confirmed he was BlizzardClan. Ramses quickly eyed the bags, and was impressed by the handiwork that had gone into them.

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    The familiar scent of blizzardclan wafted past his nostrils and at first he wondered if it were Sweetophelia standing upon the boarder. However, it was the clans ambassador instead and as Giovanni walked over he dipped his head lightly in a respectful greeting. His ears angled themselves forward as curiosity brightened his other words stoic features. The leather bags were rather nice looking, that was for sure. Pleasure to meet you Germanicus. My name is Giovanni. He murmured in response to the angora.
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