you're a king [ O, GIFTS ] and i'm a lionheart

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    CAUGHT IN A DAYDREAM — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The little advisor had chosen her specialty recently - that being diplomacy - and made haste to start interacting with Windclan's allies. Alice was seated at the edge of Blizzardclan's original territory, having found the staircase to the floating islands above quite intimidating. The lioness did hope somebody would find her down there, not feeling pushed to climb such a precarious thing - ironic, considering Windclan's camp was on the edge of a mountain. Beside the girl was a large basket, made with care and tied with a pastel ribbon. The goodies within included wind chimes and dream catchers, blankets, bottles of water, fresh exotic mountain fruits, herbs (courtesy of Kate, the medic) and some leftover candies and plush bunnies for some Easter spirit. "Gifts from Windclan!" Alice called out timidly, hazel optics scanning the lands for a figure.

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Approaching by way of teleportation, Sweetophelia appeared at a space a few feet away from the young lion cub. Wild cats aged more slowly than domestics such as herself, but most held themselves to the same standards as domestics at least when it came to determining when their apprenticeships would begin and end. "Hey, thanks for the gifts," the BlizzardClan leader spoke up, her dark ears flicking. "What's your name?" She certainly had never met this particular WindClanner before, but to be fair Sweetophelia had only ever really met Jonathan and Henry.
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    Harrison trotted over in a rather defensive stance, ears pressed back and eyes furrowed, at first he looked at Alice as if she was an intruder but, when he heard her reasoning in her presence the gifts she bore the train robber stool still and turned to look at Sweet.
    "She's not an intruder?" he'd ask, as if making sure.


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    Where the coyotes wail | 4/13

    Where the coyotes wail | 4/13

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    CAUGHT IN A DAYDREAM — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The sudden arrival caught her off guard. There weren't many members of Windclan that could teleport - not that she knew of. Alice composed herself, before a weak smile crossed her maw and she dipped her head politely in greeting. "You're welcome," she murmured, narrowly avoiding eye contact. It made her uneasy. At least the questions were simple. "I'm Alice, an advisor of Windclan." Might as well go ahead and let them know she wasn't just some pesky kid. No, she was remarkably mature for her age. There was a hesitant, uncertain pause. "Yourself?" If she was going to interact with allies, might as well get on a first-name basis with them. The cub was surprised further by the arrival of a horse - a creature not common to Windclan's rocky peaks. He reminded the child of Atticus - one of relatively few creatures who had her looking up. "No, I'm just a visitor," she assured the stallion with a nod. "How is Blizzardclan doing?"

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Shaking her head to indicate "no" in response to the question as she smiled slightly at Harrison's approach, Sweetophelia's attention returned to Alice as the young lioness began speaking. "Sweetophelia Targaryen," the tall Ragdoll introduced herself simply in turn. She would expect that an advisor, someone who was fairly high up in terms of the WindClan hierarchy, would at least know the names of their allies' leaders. "BlizzardClan is doing well - peaceful, thriving. How is WindClan?" She had heard rumours of a usurper in WindClan, and then the news of the deputy's demotion - allegedly for attacking one of his own clanmates.
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    The kitsune would approach as quietly as he could on three limbs. But he couldn't complain about how his hind leg was healing, he was promised that the cast should be off soon. And to be honest, though Mieczyslaw had believed that only the worst could happen with one limb out of action, his life was generally the same aside from the obvious fact that he was slower. He had to thank fate for that. Anyway, the vulpes would quietly stop himself at the side of his mother after offering Harrison and the Windclanner a slight nod of greeting. This one seemed nice unlike the first Winclanner he ever set eyes on. The strange gorilla hybrid was a violent beast, he wondered why they had resided in such a peaceful clan as Windlcna for so long. "I'm Mie," the apprentice would promptly introduce himself to the young lion before peeking into the basket. One of the strange fruits caught his eye, "what's this?"
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    IT'S AN INSTINCT THAT NEVER LIES | 4/13/17

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    I'M YOUR LIONHEART — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Fictional brows were raised - clearly impressed. Alice was indeed familiar with their allies and respective leaders - it came as a surprise to be meeting one such figure on this visit. "Well, my pleasure," the lioness chimed, dipping her head once more . She prayed that Sweetophelia wouldn't think she was mocking her; the child held a genuine respect for her higher-ups. "Good to hear," she added, though paused afterward. What to report? She didn't feel the need to lie to their allies, yet Windclan hadn't exactly had the most pleasant of times recently. "Windclan has been faring well. I'm sure you've heard that we were taken over - but that has been dealt with since, thank goodness." She decided not to mention Atticus - though he had chased out Negan, he had also turned against her father - violently. Alice nodded to Mie as the apprentice joined the group, noting the cast around his hind leg. She glanced at it for a split second, and her mind couldn't help but wander - though she shakes any thoughts regarding it. It was not her business. Her eyes focused on the fruit and her face warms with embarrassment. The lioness knew little of the flora in Windclan's new territory. "I'm not too sure myself," she admitted - obviously she can't ignore the question. "They are edible, though. None of our members have been harmed or poisoned by them." Alice smiled sheepishly - hoping she was a decent representative for the clan.

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    Taken over? That didn't sound good for WindClan. Even back in her day, WindClan had been rather small. So it wasn't unlikely that they didnt' have raw power to prevent a larger group from taking over. But it did sound as if they had successfully driven off the ones who had managed to rise to power there. That was good news. "I'm glad to hear you are faring well after the take over. I trust you are all building up forces now? My name is Fadingmoon, by the way. I'm a Paladin here."

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"One of your own, wasn't it?" Sweetophelia blinked. She knew that much. Apparently some WindClanner thought he had sensed weakness in the fresh leader and had sought to take advantage. But without an influential hostage or the popular support, his little insurrection had little chance of success - in fact it was a bit sad how short-sighted he apparently was. It was a poor quality for a would-be-leader. "Has he been exiled?" One couldn't reward disloyalty - such violent disloyalty and disrespect - with a slap on the wrist. A strong message was needed to be made.


    Her eyebrows rose - figuratively - at Mieczyslaw's question and Alice's subsequent reply. The advisor's answer wasn't exactly reassuring but Sweetophelia trusted that WindClan wouldn't poison an ally. They simply weren't the type for such underhanded methods even if the desire did strike them. "They look delicious," she offered with a slight, polite smile.
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    I'M YOUR LIONHEART — alice — windclan — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]To be frank, Windclan was quite small. They had a good amount of people that stuck around, but most joiners came and went, unfortunately. Alice was helping create events that would encourage newcomers to stick around, seeing as there was no current advisor of events. True, it had been one of their own to take charge; but Negan had not been alone. He had those bloody guards all over the place, hanging up skulls and building barbed wire fences. Completely unnecessary - and disturbing. And oh boy - dare anyone tell him to step down, and they came limping home beaten black-and-blue. The lioness nodded to Fadingmoon in greeting. "We've been working very hard since then - taking action since Henry's promotion, I suppose. In a much more peaceful manner than Negan." The girl turned back to Sweetophelia, biting the inside of her cheek. She hadn't been so keen on sharing that part of the story - but she wouldn't deny it. "Yes, it was. He had built up his own army within the clan - we were fortunate to have strong members on our own side." Alice paused, contemplating the answer for the next question. "Not... officially." Henry hadn't mentioned much of Negan; rather avoided that topic altogether. Negan was engaged to his daughter - which made things complicated; maybe it was for Evelyn's sake no official action had been taken. "He has been chased off, however, and will certainly not be welcomed back."

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    Alice was unaware of the fruits identity and of course, Mieczyslaw was cautious because of that. However, he had an easy fix for this problem. He'll just force feed it to some sort of test subject and see if they survive. If they did, he'll try it, if not, well, he'll get some entertainment value wouldn't he? The tricky part was procuring a healthy body that was expendable, and of course the kitsune's mind first went to the Rebellion of the Terminus. It was a criminal group, no one would miss any of their members. He'll just have to look for Aleksei to help him with this. "I'll take one then," Mie finally spoke, offering the windclanner a smile before scooping one of the fruits out of the basket, "thank you." It did smell nice, but there were such things as sweet poison.


    As for the takeover, wasn't that interesting? Why would such a violent seeming creature(wholly and assumption) want to take over such a docile group like Windclan? There was nothing to gain if the majority of the group did not support the tyrant. But then again, Mieczyslaw remembered, not everyone had a fully functional brain. "What does Negan look like?" He would then query, just in case the piece of trash decided to show up at their border. Of course, there was the chance of them changing forms but this was the least he could ask.
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    IT'S AN INSTINCT THAT NEVER LIES | 4/19/17

    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]But what of those animals that had sided with Negan? The ringmaster might have been chased off but if the dissenters remained unpunished or even un-scolded, it seemed that they might not think twice should a second opportunity arise in the future. Even Negan himself hadn't seemed to have been dealt with - at least in any official, formal manner. But Sweetophelia kept her thoughts to herself - she didn't know how Henry governed his clan and she wasn't very interested in giving any unsolicited advice. "Well I'm glad that the danger for WindClan has passed," she remarked, nodding. "You'll give Henry my best, won't you?"
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    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]It wasn't difficult to picture Negan in her mind; the graying canine stood out with all his accessories - and weapon. "He's a German Shepherd, I believe. Sort of grey in colour, but he wears a leather jacket and hand wraps around his paws. He also carries a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire." It was a ruthless choice of weapon - not only was it a powerful hit but the wire tore at your flesh and fur. Alice nodded to Mieczyslaw; she didn't doubt that the canine would attempt to stir up trouble in the other clans. The lioness rose to her paws, prepared to head back. She gave a final smile to the Blizzardclanners, happy to accept Sweetophelia's request. "I will of course. We value your alliance." It seemed appropriate to add in before she left; and with that, the girl nodded to each person individually and turned tail.


    //kinda rushed + out! c: