It was a long day. There were a few events she needed to focus her attention onto - some inside of BlizzardClan and others in their allies. All the while, she was reconsidering BlizzardClan's alliances, watching a few groups in particular. But Sweetophelia had never been one for rash decisions, not anymore, not at this point in her life. Her pale lilac eyes narrowed into a contemplative stare, the BlizzardClan leader was preparing to turn away from the border, to return to camp.
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