CHOOSE YOUR WORDS CAREFULLY — BLAKE

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]The BlizzardClan leader was furious with his recent conduct, but she kept her ire carefully disguised under a cool facade of evenness and calm. Sweetophelia was currently waiting in her hut, having sent word by way of a messenger that she wished to speak with Blake privately. She was going to make her expectations very clear from this point forward. “If words of command are not clear and distinct, if orders are not thoroughly understood, then the general is to blame. But, if orders are clear and the soldiers nevertheless disobey, then it is the fault of their oficers.”


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    [size=8]Oh, Sweetophelia wanted to see him? Whenever Blake had heard of this he had been a little curious. After all, the paladin trainee was far from important - though, there could be plenty of things she could be interested in speaking to him about. However, he would slowly pad towards the hut with a few things buzzing around in his mind. He was a little tense, ready to fight should she lash out at him. He didn't trust her in the slightest. He would slowly give two rough hits to the hut with his paw, the caracal speaking up so he didn't just stomp in all willy-nilly. "Sweetophelia, I heard you wished to speak with me?" The magician would huff. Ugh, this took time out of his day - he needed to be looking for his rabbit, he needed to be practicing to fight and crap. But this could be interesting, in fact he hoped it would be something to spice things up.


    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia's pale lilac eyes were cool as she regarded Blake. She still didn't know him very well on a personal or professional level, but hopefully the caracal possessed enough common sense to hold his tongue as she spoke to him - otherwise she would be very glad to make an example out of him, an example of what happened when animals showed disrespect or blatant stupidity. Her patience was at its limit, and with Jaehaerys' death still fresh on her mind, Sweetophelia was not inclined towards mercy. "I want you to listen to me now - no words, just answer my question," she warned tersely. "I heard your comment when that ScarClanner came to our territory. I agree with your assertion that BlizzardClan has nothing to fear from the Rebellion of the Terminus but what I do not approve of is the fact that you would insult your own clan in front of an outsider in such a setting. I thought you would possess more common sense than this, but I must have been mistaken. You need to learn how to make use of a filter. Do I make myself clear? Was I wrong to promote you? Should I not promote you to a Paladin as I had originally intended to do so at today's meeting? Give me an assurance that you will use more common sense in the future - as a Paladin Trainee, your words hold some affect and if you rise higher in BlizzardClan that will certainly not change."
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    [size=8]As Sweetophelia began to talk to him, the softest little 'hms' would sometimes be heard muffled by his mouth, but they sort of were high-pitched. It almost seemed like it was amusement, or stifled laughter. He would quietly break down her words, thinking of a response to leave a lasting impression on her. See, right now he was frowning when previously he was smiling. Sweetophelia was reminding him of his mother at the moment - his mother had always asked him questions in a way that was meant to tell him what he should or should not said, going on and on about it when she could make it quicker. He didn't like that, not at all. "I'm not going to lie to you - I will make no attempt to change my ways." The caracal would pause. "I am not interested in rising Blizzardclan's silly ranks. I prefer freedom to say and do whatever I like, rather then to have expectations set for me simply for power. I could choose to be dishonest - I could choose to remain silent, acting as if Blizzardclan is emotionally stable. But I don't want power, I don't want to be a leader or to control someone. I just don't want to be controlled, and I want to be entertained." Blake was probably being more serious then usual - in fact, he seemed to be threatening her towards the end. He was not scared of her. "Blizzardclan is filled with fools." That was his final conclusion, his grey-green eyes narrowing a little. His form was tense, and he remained standing as his tail whipped around with irritability. He only could wonder what she wished to do after this. After all, he certainly hadn't been nice about his opinion. He had been as aggressive as could be.


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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia had met animals such as Blake, usually in BloodClan when everyone had been trying so damn hard to look tough, untouchable, talk big. But she had grown tired of all the pomp and false shows of strength. "A high position comes with responsibilities, it's not a title and it's certainly not for 'fun'," the BlizzardClan leader remarked evenly. "If you feel that you are not the right animal to fulfill the duties expected of a high position or to demonstrate the maturity expected of an animal others look up to, should I take this as your resignation?"
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    [size=8]Blake's ear flicked calmly. "It sounds like I do not have a choice, correct? If I do, I don't care. You can decide." Blake would respond calmly. She hadn't seemed to care about anything else he's said, which was interesting. Usually someone would blow up or have bad intentions to him after this, and should the leader want to attack him now was a perfect chance. Though, he supposed anytime was a good chance - she was the leader, so nobody would stop her without expecting punishment. He was not trying to intimidate her, he wasn't trying to seem powerful - as he's said before, he wasn't interested in control or power. He was only interested in entertainment and freedom. "However, you should keep in mind I have no intents to obey you, regardless of my rank." He would put in. Why should he follow someone who can't even protect her clanmates, or to avenge them? Blake looked down on everyone, anyone who had emotion or morals were unimportant or weak. That was how Blake's world worked, and regardless of whether it was proper or not he didn't care.