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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?"
