BUT IT'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG — MEETING

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  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]It was that time of the week again. After consulting a bit with Pierce, her vice-leader, Sweetophelia was ready to call the clan together to make her announcements. Heading towards her usual place, the BlizzardClan leader took her seat. "Members of BlizzardClan, please assemble promptly for a clan meeting." There were more than a few things to go over.
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    i'm not afraid of god, i am afraid of man | tags


    [fancypost=borderwidth: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px;] ✧・゚: * Another meeting, and Luna had to pause for a moment to collect her thoughts on how fast all of this was going. They seemed to come steadily, once per week, and she'd attended three and skipped out on one. Time seemed to be moving very fast for something she considered didn't exist, with already a month in BlizzardClan. She couldn't say this place was like a home to her, as much as she probably should, but home didn't exist to Luna. She'd been travelling most of her life without a family or friends to keep her company; a lonely life, but all she had known. It would take a lot more adjusting for her to call this place home and the people there the same if ever.


    Admittedly, though, there was one feline in mind that she could say she'd feel bad about leaving. Luna shook the thought away and settled down, grateful to once again be one of the first to gather. It gave her some time to prepare herself for the onslaught of energy she was about to get hit with, and then she could go hide in her hut and take too much pain medication until her headache went away. But this was her life now. She had to get used to it; just rinse and repeat.

  • [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Nathaniel was the second to answer Sweetophelia's call, which made his choice of who to sit besides very limited. That might have been a problem if the other BlizzardClanner was one he disliked, but the serval had a more or less neutral opinion on Luna. Heading over, Nate offered Sweet a small nod before sinking down besides Luna. "Hey."

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    Frank was there, wining in pain. His face and his sides hurt. Ugh, life sure was hard.


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  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; font-size: 12px; line-height:1.4; text-align: justify; padding: 2px]A meeting, huh? Wintercub is still new here, new enough that he has no idea how significant these meetings are, but he can understand that this is a serious thing. Sort of serious, at least. The american lion cub settles down off to the side, away from all of the strangers that he can't say he knows well enough to be fond of. The cub is rather aloof, which is clear enough even with the way that he sits, spine stiff and straight. Part of him wants to ask what's going on, but mostly he's too proud.
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    Jerseyboy peeked his ears at the call for a meeting. He gathered, looking up at Sweetophelia (and he totally wasn't staring at her for any other reason other than the fact that she was about to start talking).
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    Witchkit was still technically in recovery, but heck if he was going to miss a meeting! He crawled out of the medicine den and found a snug place right next to Nathaniel. He finally understood what a meeting was this time around.

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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%]It was here and now that Love realized how long she had been in the clan, and how it was an accomplishment for her. The sickly calico was not quite as stable and static as she would have liked; she was a spontaneous, odd cat who often found herself jumping from place to place, and yet there she sat, four weeks in Blizzardclan. She had a high position, a title, someone she could even say that she would not want to leave at all, even if she hated admitting that she had feeling sat all. It was odd to see how much she had changed from the cat she had been on the border, one who did anything to guard her heart from anymore hurt. To be fair, she still did so, but she did so with much more openness, her jokes now gave more hints to what was going on inside of her mind while before, the calico would have done anything to keep any attention away from herself.


    It was also here that she realized that she had met so many good people, and it was next to Luna that she realized how bad this was for her. She was bad luck, Love convinced herself, anyone involved with her would only spiral into a series of bad event after bad event. She was dangerous. She was a threat, and yet they still surrounded her. There was no smile on Love's face as she sat beside her ebony counterpart, but rather a pensive frown as she wondered how many friends she would have if any of them knew what she had done before, what she had committed.

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    LIFE IS UPSIDE DOWN — andi mack — blizzardclan apprentice — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][align=justify]So they had clan meetings here? Andi couldn't help but wonder what those were like as she appeared, not sure exactly where her place would be in these meetings. She sat towards the back, deciding that'd probably be best for now, and looked up at Sweetophelia with her head tilted. So were they just supposed to sit here until the leader was ready to announce stuff? That made sense, she supposed, so the small canine just sat, nodding to herself.

  • [center][fancypost= borderwidth=0;width:550px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%]Germanicus slunk over to the edge of the crowd, sitting down stiffly. He attentively waited for Sweetophelia to start the meeting but he knew he'd still have a long time to wait, seeing that much more BlizzardClanners would come. He sighed softly to himself and began to busy himself with studying the others present at the meeting. Hmm, Sylmae was pregnant, Frank looked like he was in pain, and there was a new animal, an american lion cub that he had not seen before. He sighed again, a bit louder, and dug his toes into the dirt as he waited.

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    [spoiler=tags — updated 07 april]
    [align=justify][size=8]germanicus | “german” | gehr - mAHn - nee - coos
    paladin commander (HP) of blizzardclan | riverclan ambassador | titles: adventurer, emissary, ranger
    prussian lystander x adelaide | generation 4 | mentored by sweetophelia
    male | bisexual biromantic | monogamous | single, crushing
    nine months old (spiritually 5 years) | double-aged | mortal


    reincarnation of former thunderclan leader deutschland schmidt
    first language german | second language english | illiterate
    enjoys collecting artifacts | developing craftsman in metal and leather
    confident | strong-willed/stubborn | critical | combative | politically conservative


    - carries around a recovered world war i german iron cross on a chain around his neck
    - speaks with a light german accent; occasionally sounds like he has an italian accent
    - his tamed greenfinch named albert is occasionally seen sitting on his head or shoulder
    - character inspirations: aph germany, aph holy roman empire, rudy steiner, indiana jones, germanicus julius caesar
    - played by felibright


    CURRENT FORM: BIRTH 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.


    ALTERNATE DOMESTIC CANINE | german shepherd | injuries: n/a
    a black and tan/red rich bicolor with sleek fur and pale blue eyes. masculine and sturdy build. this form can only be shifted into when wearing his iron cross. he typically has no control over when he shifts in and out of this form, though he is much more susceptible to have visions of his past life when triggered in this form.


    non-violent actions can be powerplayed on him | attack by tagging (@) his account
    aggressive | prefers defensive | will retaliate against any attack when provoked
    physically moderate | mentally moderate
    shapeshifting ability: discovered, not mastered
    known weapons: iron european longsword, dragon tooth dagger
    always open for most plots

  • [center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 450pt; font: arial][align=justify][size=9]Meetings always made Imperia uncomfortable. Dozens of breathing, moving, staring bodies all buzzing around in one area. It is hard to run away in crowds - she was not fond of being contained. The young she-wolf so desperately wanted to belong somewhere, but she also hated not being able to escape when need be. Of course, there was very little chance that Peri would have any reason to run away in fear, but she was not the sort to take chances. Silently, the girl weaved her way through the sea of people, searching for any sign of Julian; when she could not find him, she chose to sit by Sylmae instead.


  • [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify;]Lorraine was the next to arrive, taking a seat among her clanmates. She was relatively early this time, which was a surprise- most meetings, she was sneaking in far after the announcements had begun. It was a lucky day, she supposed. The femme looked to Sweet, her posture erect and her gaze patient, interested in what their leader had to say. Hopefully it was all good news for the clan.


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    [spoiler=too much information / driving me insane]GENERAL INFORMATION:
    ★ Lorraine Jean-Pierre | Lori (childhood nickname)
    ★ 12 moons | ages real-time.
    ★ Female | demisexual, attracted to males
    ★ BlizzardClan member
    ★ Former general surgeon of DarkClan
    CURRENT EVENTS:
    ★ New member to Blizzardclan
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ First language is French; has a thick accent
    ★ Pacifist- she believes that violence of any kind is inexcusable (except certain circumstances)
    ★ Suffered domestic abuse as a child, has difficulty trusting others because of that
    ★ Has a general knowledge of herbs and first aid

    APPEARANCE INFORMATION:

    ★ Willowy, thin coyote
    ★ Pale beige coloring with green eyes
    — Constantly fidgeting; normally distracted or pensive
    — Soft-spoken but highly articulate
    INTERACTION INFORMATION
    ★ Attack in bold.
    ★ No capture/maim/kill.
    ★ Ask permission before injuring.
    ★ Easy physically | Difficult mentally.

  • [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce appeared next, finding a seat near the edge of the group and smiling at Sweetophelia. The two had spoken a bit about today's meeting, though he was still looking forward to hearing the announcements. He glanced around at the others, still smiling at his clanmates, and curled his tail around his paws, amber optics sparkling readily.


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  • [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:500px]So, this would be his first meeting as one of their medics. Hell, his own recent promotion had shook him down into his core, gripping him by his shoulders — and rocking him back and forth violently. He just... he just didn't want everything to end up like it had in his previous homes, as whenever he played the goddamn doctor role — things dragged on leaving blood in its wake, and he was left feeling more than just guilt. His clanmates had congratulated him, some even had bumped him with encouragement — but he still found himself on some sort of line, teetering back and forth. Hopefully, things would be different this time. Fortunately, Ben had gotten his internal feelings under control as he now walked forwards with his regular gait, an even expression plastered across his face, and his eyes blanketing whatever unsure emotions there were, per usual. He probably looked more steady, mature. The skinny wolf just looked the way he normally did, and occasionally the medic would pass gentle nods of his head as he weaved his way through the crowd. Without much thought, the lupine had made a plan to sit besides Lorraine. His pale blue gaze was flickering over her shape, and as he moved to sit besides her he accidentally brushed up against the coyote. Well, shit. There was a sheepish look spreading across his face, but the male was soon rocking back onto his haunches. A tired grin itched across his face, as he turned to look at the female. "Hey, Lorraine." Ben was nodding his head before turning back to look towards the BlizzardClan leader. Hmph.


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    [center][fancypost=background: transparent; font-size: 10px; width: 500px; margin-top: -6px;][align=justify]Another week, another meeting. Ugh, she might as well get that saying tattooed on her body. It seemed like every time she gathered at Sweetophelia's discretion, the same thought crossed her mind. There was no longer anything new, exciting, something that made her wait on the tip of her toes. It wasn't even that the meetings themselves lost their luster, either, but rather that Hana was becoming increasingly cynical about them. Unlike last time, however, her mood was considerably lighter- still by no means good, but as the Oriental mixbreed moved through the crowd to come up alongside Pierce, she offered the serval a thin smile before sweeping down into a sit. Neither Mieczyslaw nor Aleksei were present yet, leaving Hana with little to do since she could no longer eavesdrop on their predictions. Instead she'd observe the others that had gathered, terracotta gaze sweeping over the tight cluster of BlizzardClanners. Her detached smile fell from her maw to instead be replaced by a concerned frown, casting a glance toward Pierce before scooping a pebble into her paw before tossing it gently toward Loveletter in hopes that it would catch the willowy calico's attention. The frown pulling the Paladin's expression down was anything but typical for her, or at least what Hana was used to from Love. Pierce had given Hana the courtesy of inquiring whether or not she was alright last meeting, and it was Hana's turn to show equal affection to someone about it.
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    The medic trainee was a bit ashamed of his inactivity lately, and so he rushed clumsily and hastily to sit down near Witchkit when he heard the meeting called, also bit concerned for the little guy's recovery. Best to keep an eye on him for a while, yeah?