SIGN OF THE TIMES — MEETING

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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Members of BlizzardClan, gather for a clan meeting," Sweetophelia announced, coming to take her usual place in the campgrounds. Some time had passed since Jaehaerys' death and Aleksei's mauling, and although the pain remained, the BlizzardClan leader found herself continuing to push forward with her duties as usual. Forward was the only way to go, after all. "I have recently met with the leaders of BloodClan, ShadowClan, the Rift, and the Sanctum to discuss a future alliance group, currently dubbed the Five Fangs. The primary details are still being worked out between the leaders and I'll update you once more arrangements have been decided upon. For the time being, there's a gathering between members of the alliance and you're feel to attend."

    "There's also been some recent mentions of the End Game, but for the time being they only seem to killing off the smaller groups. The high positions and I will meet shortly after this meeting to discuss. For now, we'll remain vigilant, reinforce our own defences, and start planning in conjunction with our allies." The Five Fangs could not have come at a better time, she thought to herself wryly. "Stick around, because there will be more announcements to come."


    THE FIVE FANGS GATHERING [PRIVATE]
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    AND YOU CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS — blizzardclan — tuxedo cat w/ bow tie — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Jerseyboy had to admit that he was uneasy about the "Five Fangs". Politics didn't thrill him at all, and the idea of warfare and such was putting him on edge. This was the one aspect of clan life that he didn't have a lot of experience with. He grew up in the city, where he lived with a mere group and not a full clan. There were no alliances, no wars, no nothing. Compared to life out here, Belleville was down to earth. He never had to go through battle training, though he did know how to throw a punch. He could easily get pummeled by balls of fire and lightning and weird shit out here, so he didn't like getting into war.

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    Jacob had no clue what was going on but there were lots of people all around so it must be fun! The little pup would hurry over, his tail wagging back and forth as he looked towards Sweetophelia. Had he met this blob before? Yes, he had. She'd talking to him once, he thought. She seemed like an important blob, if all these people listened to her. [fancypost=background:#c0e4ff;height:1px;padding:0;width:450px;]

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    Frank was there, not really caring about End Game or the Five Fangs. He didn't really like meetings, unless they had something pertaining to him. Otherwise, they were another tedious thing he had to show up to.


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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]The... Five Fangs? Pierce thought the name was pretty cool, especially considering it was a group of people. He approached after Frank, ears perked forward, and took a seat near the edge of the gathering crowd. Unlike some of the others, he had always loved meetings, and was looking forward to hearing what Sweet had to say today. He was quite relieved to hear that the End Game was targeting smaller clans - that pretty much took Blizzardclan out of the picture, if they continued like this. He thought a gathering sounded cool too, since he didn't really know anyone from allied clans on a personal level.

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    REVOLVING DOORS // WHAT HAVE I DONE?

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%] 'the five fangs', huh? the idea of a bunch of groups coming together to be one reminded 2d of the band and how they would collaborate with others. but that was a long time ago, and even then 2d could barely remember anything past the songs themselves that his band collaborated with. the five fangs seemed pretty different, though, if 2d were to dug deeper. the end game was something that he didn't know how to react to, but he just tried to ignore it. looks like the five fangs was something that he couldn't ignore.


    the paladin trainee would make his way over, sitting near the back of the group as he listened quietly.

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    ANDI MACK — BLIZZARDCLAN APPRENTICE — SHIBA INU — 6 MONTHS OLD[fancypost=width:59%; color: lightblue; margin-top:-4px;][align=justify][font=georgia]The Five Fangs? Interesting. That was the first thing that caught Andi's attention as she came over to listen to the announcements, looking up at Sweet with a nod. She stiffened a little to hear about the End Game once again, but tried to not let it bother her. There seemed to be very little announcements made so far, and so she simply sat back to wait for everything else that Sweet had to say, hoping the majority of it would be only good news.

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    ❝ RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN ❞

    Coming up to the scene with a cigarette between his teeth and the usual gloomy glare upon his features, Harrison halted by jacob's side before turning his head to face the child briefly to send him a quick, loving smile that was as fleeting as it was quick for merely seconds later he looked away and turned his expressionless, stoic gaze back onto Sweetophelia, paying attention to the words which she spoke.

    ❝ BUT YOU CAN'T RUN RUN FROM THE LORD'S WICKED HAND ❞

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    This was going to be quite the interesting meeting, Luna knew, with the End Game business going on. As she settled down, she listened with mild interest about the Five Fangs— the idea was good on Sweetophelia's part to get a core alliance going during this time, but really, Luna thought the name could be better. Not like the name mattered. There was more on the End Game, which Luna was really quite uninterested in; BlizzardClan, due to sheer size and now their alliance, would be hard to pick off.


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    Next to arrive was Emilia, who tilted her head slightly at the mention of the alliance group. She knew of a few that had been formed in the past and knew how beneficial they could be, so she surely had no arguments against it. The Five Fangs seemed like an interesting name, too. She took a seat and remained silent, waiting for whatever else needed to be said.

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    The voiceless young lady heard a strong call ring out and dance through her ears. "Clan meeting?" the former loner questioned. Was that something common in communities like this? Well, I mean, the voice had called for the members of BlizzardClan...that would include her now, right? Her paws itched in curiosity as they carried her over.


    As Intella's initial curiosity was somewhat satified, new ones started to sprout in her head. What, exactly, were all these new groups? She recalled hearing a thing or two about "BloodClan," but what were they doing? Merging with her new home just as she was beginning to open up? It's not so much that the young inventor was particularly concerned; she just had so many new questions running through her mind now!


    More announcements? she wondered. What else could possibly be going on? Intrigued, Intella peered up, waiting intently for the leader to continue.



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    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 420px; text-align: justify;][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Arriving, Nathaniel took a seat by Jacob, sandwiching the pup between Harrison and himself. Jacob seemed attentive, although Nate doubted that the boy really understood what was going on. Quietly, he slipped the pup a marble, dividing his attention between Jacob and Sweet as the meeting began.


    The Five Fangs. A tighter alliance with four of the other groups they were close with—would they be continuing their alliances with groups outside of the Five Fangs? For now, he refrained from asking, and instead simply focused on the next announcement. It sounded like they'd be discussing the End Game soon. Good. Nate wanted a fuller picture, although he didn't think that it was their responsibility to help the smaller groups out. You had to value your own first—if not, his clanmates might well care more for a stranger he hurt than Nathaniel himself, and the serval was too comfortable with his current life to run.

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    Next to appear was the charcoal colored paladin, standing next to Nathaniel, his commander. Of course, the End Game terrified him; though he wouldn't let that show yet. The alliance sounded like a good idea, and he nodded, trying to distract himself from the thought of the group ending clans by wondering who was getting promoted.

    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 440px;][align=justify]Yuki-Onna walked in to listen to the meeting, her body slightly moving better after getting some extra rest lately. Listening to her leader's starting announcement about the Five Fangs interested her. She hoped that Sweets might be able to explain more of that later once it was settled. She just waited in silence to hear the rest of the news she wanted to share with the Clan.

    SPIRIT

    my head's above the water


    Spirit padded up next. Oh, a meeting, his first one! He could learn stuff here. So the leaders of a few Clans were forming an alliance...the Five Fangs. And End Game...sounded like some amateur group, a ragtag bunch of misfits. The bear nodded. "Noted." he rumbled, waiting for more announcements so he could learn and absorb more things about this...quite fascinating Clan.


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    vang was sure lucky that she had written the date of the next meeting on her wall last week, or else she might would've forgotten it was today. it wasn't a hot confession, but quite literally she was usually seen in the first 30 posts or so. 30, not a hot number if she wanted to climb the corporate ladder.


    at the mention of five fangs, the female tuned in to the station. she wasn't crazy about politics, war, fights, and the such, but with the mentions of the rebelling group, she was sure she needed an update. if someone came around and said they were from the end... whatever, she would be required to know that they weren't good news. hopefully the five fangs alliance would sort that out before that shit happened around the larger and first-world-type clans.
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    [align=justify]Well, the least they could say was that the information was interesting, at least. It seemed as if the Clan was starting to take notice of the End Game; time would tell whether that would end up becoming a good or bad thing in the long run. Ira eventually took a seat, waiting for the next bit of information impatiently.
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    GENERAL:
    ★ IRA CIPHER | AGENDER
    ★ pansexual panromantic | they/them
    ★ single | ½ ________
    ★ bill cipher x npc | two years old
    ★ member of the cartel and blizzardclan | no titles
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    IMPORTANT NOTES:
    ★ has a dormant demon attached to their soul named sathanus (demon of wrath)
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    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ joined the cartel
    ★ joined blizzardclan
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    PHYSICAL:
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [main] | health: 100%
    — solid cream feline w/ magenta eyes + long fur
    — major injuries: none
    — minor injuries: none
    — mutatuions: none
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    PERSONALITY:
    ★ rude, sarcastic, unempathetic, violent, vengeful
    ★ patient, intelligent, manipulative
    ★ knows how to hold a grudge
    ★ doesn't care how others feel or think
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    POWERS:
    ★ scent manipulation
    ★ sound manipulation
    ★ conjuration
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    INTERACTION:
    ★ medium physically | medium mentally
    ★ starts fights
    ★ attack in [color=#ff0077]#ff0077

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    this was far more complex than the lab ever had been. in the lab, there had been connie and cinna, and everyone else. you knew where everyone's loyalties were, and you never had to worry if someone was on your side or not. you knew what to expect, every single time. it was much harder to make predictions in blizzardclan. there were too many players, and too many ulterior motives at play. the qilin scratched one of her itchy antlers, and watched her new clanmates with curiosity. she did not quite understand what was happening; all the groups listed in the 'five fangs' were unfamiliar to her, and the end game was completely new information.


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    IT'S HARD TO TAKE — gingerbread — blizzardclan — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Gingerbread flicked an ear as he approached the group of Blizzardclanners that had gathered in front of Sweetophelia. What was this about fangs and why were there five of them? Was their leader talking about some movie she liked or something? Figuring he should have just listened for now, he made his way over to sit behind Jacob. He ruffled the top of their head and flashed them a smile, before he turned to pay attention to the meeting. Unlike the previous meeting, he was now more aware of what the she cat was talking about. He caught something about an alliance and guessed that The Five Fangs were a group consisting of them and their allies. How neat, but why were they doing this all of the sudden? Had something happened? He glanced over at Jacob and frowned. It better have not been anything that would might have put them in harm. As if to answer his unspoken query, the domestic feline moved on to address the stem of the problem. End game. It sounded like some edgy video game, though he doubted that was what it was. Perhaps they were another clan. They didn't seem to have a good reputation, as they appeared to be known for murdering other groups. He took this all into consideration and proceeded to wait for the woman to continue on with her announcements.