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    ISELOTTA DAAÉ
    [color=gray]White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037

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    It was that time of the month again for the BlizzardClan Ambassador to come around and state the ongoings of BlizzardClan in return for WindClan news. Lottie was actually becoming rather fond of these trips. It was nice to see faces she was growing more familiar with in the Allied Clan, and they all welcomed her, at least, relatively kindly. Today, spared the wait of sitting at the border, a few NPC WindClanners escorted her in to the camp, to make it easier on all of them for the sharing of news. "Bonjour!" she would call out, a smile easily flickering on her face. There was still a little scratch on her cheek from the time she had fell, but it was only a minor change in the Panther's appearance. "I'm here on behalf of BlizzardClan again. How is WindClan faring?"

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    Atticus hated to admit it but he wasn't very knowledgeable on the other clans. He knew only of Riverclan and Shadowclan and felt rather ashamed of that regarding his rather high ranks. Being both and Advisor and Medic he should have known more about the other clans Windclan had ties with. He supposed now was a good time.
    Sensing the foreign smell of mountain musk and snow upon the borders, the blind medic approach the area warily, his muzzle pointed forward to guide himself using the smell of the stranger at the border. hearing French, his ears perked forward and he sent a smile towards the Blizzardclanners way. He heard a bit of French from a cajun comrade from Louisiana, but the one this female used seemed more proper and tidy. "Ah, hello, I'm afraid we haven't met yet." Atticus called out, taking a seat in front of the big cat, curling his tail around his hind quarters. "I'm Atticus, a medic an' Advisor here." He thought it would be good to introduce himself before discussing the well-being of Windclan. "We've... Hit a few rough edges with Shadowclan. Well, a lot. But we're pickin' right back up." When the word Shadowclan rolled off his tongue his tone grew darker, but yet he still forced himself to stay positive.

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    ISELOTTA DAAÉ
    [color=gray]White Panther | BlizzardClan Medic Trainee | 2 years | [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037

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    Lottie smiled warmly at Atticus as he approached, allowing a few moments to let her gaze settle on the bandages wrapped around his eyes before she inclined her head, regardless if he saw it or not, in a respectful dip of her head. "Bonjour, Monsieur Atticus. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you. I am Iselotta Daaé, an Ambassador for BlizzardClan, to WindClan- though that's the obvious bit, since I'm here!- and I'm also one of our Medic Trainees. We've found Mint growing on our territory again! I'm sure it's a sign Winter is starting to melt away; which is good, no?" she asked with a little smile. The hint of warm seasons meant new growth of herbs, which was always good for the Medics.


    But, Lottie continued on. " I'm sorry to hear of your troubles with ShadowClan," she added more gently, noting the tone in his voice. It was a sentiment they could share; though BlizzardClan with the Cartel. "As always, I'm sure BlizzardClan is happy to be of assistance- but I obviously cannot speak for Sweetopheila. I hope things look up for you."

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    The scent of Blizzardclan rolled into her muzzle and she paused slightly. Hmm, she could go and see what was going on but there was a bit of a problem there. Especially when it concerned the Blizzardclan leader. Sighing with annoyance pulling through her form the blue soldier would approach and she gave a light nod of her head. She didn't feel the need to lie about the situation with Shadowclan considering Windclan was getting beaten to a pulp because of it. Shifting just a bit she would sit down and dip her head in greeting to the female. "It's good to see that Winter will soon be over. Windclan could benefit from warmer weather. But it is good to know that Blizzardclan will be doing better as well. My name is Blueridge, Guardian of Windclan."

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    The cougar ambled over with a twitch of his whiskers giving a blink of his silvery-blue hues and the obsidian hued male flicked his spotted tail standing next to Blueridge angling both of his rounded ears forward listening. He stifled a snort hearing that they were hitting a few edges with Shadowclan and were supposedly getting better though not the way Windclan was handling things, it was just pitiful. He didn't care about the weather either, he often found himself liking the cold because that was how he was most of the time "Yes. . .Winter. . ." He mumbled with a flick of his tail adding with a small incline of his cranium "Kunta Ghana, Honorguard of Windclan." The lion-sized beast didn't say anything else.


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    [color=gray][font='baskerville old face']Toews | pronounced as tayvz

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    Jonathan's ears would prick up at the familiar voice of Iselotta, lifting his head in the direction of where he heard her voice. The wolf would find himself rise to his paws and pad out of his cabin, heading to the village entrance where Iselotta was interacting with his clanmates. With a soft smile, the timber wolf would speak up. "Bonjour Iselotta, it is nice to hear from you again," The former human would say, with a nod of his head. It might not be known to WindClan, but Jonathan actually knew how to speak French. Despite being raised in Canada as a child, he also learned French from his family. It certainly wasn't his first language though, as he learned to speak English first. "Thank you for your offer, I will keep that in mind for the future," The wolf would say when he heard Iselotta say that BlizzardClan would be happy to help for any kind of assistance, at least with Sweetophelia. "Like Atticus said, we have had a few rough edges with ShadowClan, but we are certainly picking it back up."


    "How is BlizzardClan doing, Iselotta?" Jonathan would ask the medic trainee in return, his bushy tail swishing behind him.


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