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    What a total bummer! When she'd been further north, she'd found a whole box of this fantastic swiss hot cocoa and creamer, a nice dark chocolate flavor. She even had whipped cream and chocolate and carmel syrup to drizzle on top. It'd been too heavy for her travels, so after a few days of fun she'd left it, and now it was way to far. After a little bit of searching, Cheer did manage to find some older packets; nothing fancy, nothing foreign, and nothing homemade. What a dip. Then again, anything chocolate tended to make her vomit, being a canine and all, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. What was the point of eating poison if it wasn't delicious? Finding a fairly flat rock, she cleared away the snow. Taking a pitcher and a stack of cups in her talons, she flew them over, setting them on the stone lightly. "Hot chocolate!" she called, giving the sweet brown choco–nectar a longing look. "Come help yourselves!"

    [align=justify]Hot chocolate? Of course he was going to come get some! Orchid quickly hurried over at the call of the hybrid canine, stopping nearby and taking one of the cups for himself. After managing to pour some, he backed away, beginning to drink the liquid after murmuring a quick 'thank you.'.
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    tags | feb 15

    tags | feb 15

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]If he was going to be completely honest, the young serval had never had hot chocolate. Attracted by the scent of chocolate, he halted beside Orchid and offered Cheerwine a quick smile. "This looks good," he commented, amber gaze sweeping over the cocoa. "Did you make this yourself?" Pierce asked, raising his eyes to settle on the birddog intently. He couldn't really cook, so it always impressed him when other people made food. Then again, people often said the same about his art.



    tags :: updated 2/05

    [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%]This was a strange drink. It smelt like melted candy, chocolate to be exact. His stomach didn't hold sweet foods very well and it had been hurting a lot lately from all the Valentine's candy he's sampled. Still, he tried his best to follow Orchid's lead, getting a cup for himself and hesitantly licking the hot chocolate after he nodded his head to Cheerwine in eager thanks.


    [center][spoiler=tags — updated 09 february][align=justify][size=8]★ I THINK THAT CHEST MIGHT BE HEAVY FROM THAT CROSS ON YOUR NECK
    germanicus “german” | combatant (HP) of blizzardclan | ambassador to riverclan
    male | bisexual biromantic | monogamous | single
    five months old (spiritually 4 years | double-aged | mortal
    prussian lystander x adelaide | generation 4 | knights of eden heritage

    ★ 'CAUSE YOU'RE A GHOST AT MOST, A SET OF EMPTY BONES
    DOMESTIC FELINE | turkish angora | injuries: n/a
    a black smoke with a visible mackerel tabby pattern, semi-long fur, and pale blue eyes. front paws are white up to the end of toes, hind paws are white all the way up to ankles, and has a large white marking on chest and throat area. masculine and sturdy build. thick fur gives him a sort of scruffy appearance.
    - carries around a recovered world war i german iron cross on a chain around his neck
    ★ SEARCHING FOR ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING TO MAKE YOU FEEL WHOLE
    non-violent actions can be powerplayed on him | attack with '@'
    aggressive | usually avoids starting fights, will finish them or retaliate
    physically inexperienced | mentally inexperienced
    shapeshifting ability: undiscovered, not mastered
    no current weapons
    always open for most plots

    ★ YOU CAN'T CONTROL WHERE YOUR BODY LETS YOU GO
    reincarnation of former thunderclan leader deutschland schmidt
    first language german | second language english | illiterate
    enjoys collecting artifacts | developing craftsman in metal and leather
    socially reserved | studious | polite

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"You know I can't say 'no' to hot chocolate," remarked Sweetophelia aloud, a faint smile at her mouth. "Thank you," the BlizzardClan leader nodded appreciatively. Following after Germanicus, she took a white Styrofoam cup and poured a drink for herself. "It's delicious," she purred after taking a small sip. It was a bit hot, but Sweetophelia enjoyed the warmth. She just had to be careful not to burn her tongue.
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    info — updated 2/16