I HAVE A DREAM - open, Medic needed

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    ★ WHAT'S WRONG WITH BEING CONFIDENT
    [font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']KATHERINE XERSES B.P.— exiles — she/her — tags


    [center][fancypost= width: 400px; text-align: justify;][font='Georgia, serif']Katherine knew that she shouldn't be here. She knew they'd probably turn her down because of where she lived. But she needed help, as the exiles currently didn't have a mender. And honestly, the maned wolf was a little worried and a little scared. She wondered if they would turn her down. And honestly, if they did, she wouldn't be upset about it. Sighing, the maned wolf came up to the border. "Hello Blizzardclan, I know that I am not allowed here. But I'm needing a little bit of help. I'm needing someone who's a doctor or nurse. And I know you have every right to turn me down. But I am not here to cause any harm to anyone. I'm just unsure if I'm pregnant. Mostly because each pregnancy I've had has been different." the maned wolf sighed as she waited.

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    USING WHITE LIGHTERS TO SEE — luna — blizzardclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Luna wasn't aware of who the Exiles were, still getting a hang of allies and enemies in the clans. Though she had initially wondered why clans engaged in pointless fighting with one another, she remembered her time on her own and the constant scuffles she could find herself in the middle of and figured that being in a clan didn't necessarily change what creatures were. Violence ran in their DNA. Utopia didn't exist in the sense that everyone would get along, because everyone wanted a fight.


    So when she saw Katherine on the border, she merely frowned and hummed in thought, golden eyes trailing down to the supposedly pregnant woman's stomach in an attempt to get a reading— as ever, her abilities were useless. Sighing, she said, "Well, I don't see why we would...wherever you're from, don't you have medics, though?" There was no aggression in her question, mere curiosity. Perhaps she was a loner, but then why would she say that they would turn her away? BlizzardClan accepted anyone that came to their borders from what she'd seen.

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia approached, pale lilac eyes narrowed in scrutiny. She had allowed the wildcat to come to Tama's funeral, but she wasn't willing to let enemies simply wander through BlizzardClan territory as they pleased. "You forget that you are an Exiler and by continuing to serve in their ranks, you strengthen their ability to wage war on us and our allies." Although the Exiles' capabilities were currently very poor, seeing as they were in the midst of a HawkClan takeover. It was fortunate that she was not aware that this female had been the one to torture her son, Mieczyslaw, when he was still but a child, absolutely powerless to defend against an adult. What she did know was that Katherine was a long-time member of the Exiles and a wife to their leader, a criminal who had tortured and murdered many. "I suggest you return to your home and ask for Littlestar. Perhaps she might feel generous enough to allow you to see one of HawkClan's medics." Wasn't Littlestar running the Exiles now? It was practically so, seeing as Dystopia was already an ineffective leader even before the takeover. The Exiles had long been in a decline, but Sweetophelia's hatred for them was no lesser than it had been before.
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    [fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]A pregnant exiler, asking for help? It was surely a sight; though it seemed that Sweets had beat Lottie to the introduction. Padding up quietly besides her leader, the Head Medic would take a seat, at least offering the visitor a small smile as she sat shouldn't to shoulder with her leader, her tail gently flicking as she listened. It would not be Lottie that overstepped her leader's words to attend to this Exiler anyway. She would listen in silence until she felt it fitting for her to speak, if at all.
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    ★ WHAT'S WRONG WITH BEING CONFIDENT
    [font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']KATHERINE XERSES B.P.— exiles — she/her — tags


    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][font='Georgia, serif']The maned wolf turned to face Sweetophelia, sighing. The maned wolf knew this was a mistake. The female scowled toward the female. "Look, I'm not asking you to tend to my injures. All I'm asking is if your medic wouldn't mind checking to see if I'm pregnant. That's it. I'm not asking anything else. And I thought you Blizzardclanner were friendly. Becuase I used to live here when I was younger. Guess I was wrong." then she brought up Littlestar. The maned would let out a chuckle. "You think she'd help me. You're joking right? She tortured me. When I've done nothing to her. I've done nothing to any of you. So I don't understand why you can't take two seconds out of your life. To do one simple thing. I'm not asking as an exiler. I'm asking as a mother." You made a mistake coming here. They hate you just like everyone else. You're worthless. You always have been... you always will be. No... shut up.."...Shutup.... stop."

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Then go find your own Medic," Sweetophelia shrugged, amused by how easily the Exiler turned to rage once it was clear that she was being rejected. "We have no obligation to be 'friendly' towards someone who condones rape or the harm of innocents, which you have clearly done by aligning yourself with a group that continues to serve as a haven for criminals, guilty of having wronged BlizzardClan or its allies." Goodness, Katherine clearly lacked none of her mother's intelligence if she had expected BlizzardClanners to be "friendly" towards her. For what? Because she had demanded it? She had no right to demand anything. Sweetophelia could only hope that Katherine wouldn't go so far as to throw a tantrum at her borders. She had no patience for petty Exilers.


    "I don't believe you for a second," she remarked coldly. Sweetophelia was still not aware that Katherine had viciously tortured and brutalised her son, Mieczyslaw, when he was a child, but she was aware that there was always the likely fact that Katherine had participated in or stood idly by while other BlizzardClanners were harmed. There was nothing to stop her from targeting BlizzardClanners in the future either - which Sweetophelia imagined she would attempt, seeing as she was being embarrassed and rejected here now. "I'm warning you to leave now. I have no obligation to you," the BlizzardClan leader warned coldly. Was Katherine too daft to see that she was clearly overstepping her boundaries here? "You only embarrass yourself now." It was hardly like Katherine was actually fatally wounded, she was just being dramatic at this point.
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    ★ WHAT'S WRONG WITH BEING CONFIDENT
    [font='Trebuchet MS, Helvetica, sans-serif']KATHERINE XERSES B.P.— exiles — she/her — tags


    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][font='Georgia, serif']The maned wolf rolled her eyes, as she was furious now. She made the mistake in thinking Blizzardclan was a place that was very friendly. But seeing their leader now? She wondered why her mother left this place to her. Scuffing, the female was now in a fowl mood. Maybe it was hormones, but she was irritated now. The maned wolf opened her wings as she should've known better than to trust Blizzardclan. This wasn't the clan that she remembered. The female sighed for a moment, as she closed her eyes. Be easy, do not let her push you. Be strong, you are not a monster like the rest, and Katherine was unaware that she had attacked Sweetophelia's son, because she had been possessed by a demon at the time. "Embarrass myself? Please. I don't care what you ignorant Blizzardclanner think about me. However, I'm not a monster. And here I thought almost highly of this clan. For once, I almost rejoining this place. And leaving the filth of the exiles. But it appears, you are no different." the maned wolf opened her wings as she growled. She pushed her body up toward the sky as she then aimed to set fire to part of the areas that the Blizzardclanners were


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia watched Katherine, listening to the angry words of someone who had become so terribly bitter and embarrassed over a rejection that she should have anticipated. If Katherine had had any common sense, she would have known better than to step foot onto BlizzardClan territory - she had done nothing for BlizzardClan, she was not their friend and in fact she was and supported their enemies, and they owed her nothing then nor now. Shaking her head as she watched the other launch into a rant, she simply avoided Katherine's attack. If Katherine actually thought that she was important enough for Sweetophelia to desire her return then she was unfortunately, and quite embarrassingly, very wrong.
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    CAPITALISM KILLS — loveletter — blizzardclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter had only been in the area for a moment, ears perked curiously and attentive, when fire had suddenly began to sprout around them, catching on the dry brush and flickering and burning and smoking. The smog reached to the sky and the heat licked at her faced, to which the calico quickly scrambled away. "Holy shit!" she cursed, eyes wide as she avoided the spread of the fire. "That chick is definitely pregnant, because I can sense some serious hormones going on! Like, those babies are definitely making her cranky. Like, seriously, what the fuck." Loveletter rambled on quietly, some to herself and others not really meant to come out.





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