WE GOT THE POWER ;; OPEN + ALLY PICNIC

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    Alright. Weed had been given the all clear on this- even if it seemed like he hadn't needed to ask in the first place. Oh well, perhaps Oliver would clear up for him everything he could and couldn't do later. That always seemed like a good thing to ask about- since he felt rather stupid when he came in asking to host this event and one other. Whatever, he could deal with that. He could always play the child card anyways.

    But now wasn't the time to think about what he could and couldn't do rank-wise. It was time to get a picnic set up that would be for Windclan, Blizzardclan, Hawkclan, and the Knights of Eden. And he had been sure to check to see if all groups were on friendly terms with each other as well- just to make sure they would get along. Not that he thought Windclan allies would start a fight at an allied event where things were supposed to be fun, he just liked being safe over things.

    That being said though, he had not only planned a main event, but also a few mini-events incase some members got uncomfortable and wanted to break off into smaller groups. Not to mention they might even make some new friends- maybe.

    "Hey Windclan! We're having a picnic with our lovely allies Blizzardclan, Hawkclan, and the Knights of Eden!" the adviser would call out, his voice manipulated as he currently stood in a vast clearing on the territory with blankets of all sorts spread out as far as the eye (at least for him anyways) could see. Hopefully the turnout would be okay. It'd sort of suck if things didn't go so nicely.

    cornhole mini-event;; SWING AND SHOOT ;; OPEN + ALLY PICNIC MINI EVENT - CORNHOLE


    ❝ RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN ❞

    Welp. He said he was gonna show up so he supposed he had to keep his promise. The smoke-riddled Paladin made his way slowly towards Windclan's territory, a cigarette in his maw that was almost burned down to it's filter, nearly ready to be deemed useless and to be tossed out. Halting where the picnic would be held, the stallion carried something extra on his core. Strapped onto his back and wrapped up gently was some smoked salmon, knowing that some food could have been brought in he supposed he would add in some of his own cooking into this little gathering. Yeah alright, maybe horses shouldn't eat fish but when did Harrison ever give a flying fuck about his health?
    Never, that's when.
    Seeing Weed again the Paladin bowed his head towards the Windclanner in greeting before cocking his head over to ask. "I brought some food, where do I put it?" And after his words were spoken the huge male drew in a heavy breath of smoke, finishing off his cigarette and once a cloud of carcinogens escaped from his parted lips he tossed the cancer stick aside and crushed it under heavyset hooves

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

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    "Oh right- food can go over on those tables over there, and thanks for coming too!" Weed would respond, pointing to a row of tables a short while away that seemingly just appeared. Without the food on them, it was obvious that they were a bit overlooked. Well, one could probably think that. There was the chance as well they had just summoned too, which woud be the real truth, but Weed didn't want to hide the fact he had forgotten that part of the potluck.

    Had Luke been in camp he would've asked if he could help in set up, but he had been out at the temple and came back to Weed's announcement of their picnic with the allies. "Hey, Weed! This is pretty neat." He turned to the BlizzardClanner and inclined his head slightly toward him, "Hello."

    Fadingmoon
    BlizzardClan Paladin Commander.
    7 months old.
    Current body: Domestic feline.
    Art done by Sovay.
    Played by Frostsoul~
    Fadingmoon had decided to come and participate in this event. She had brought a few things, some bags of chips and some muffins. She hoped that would be enough. Padding over toward the table, she put the food onto it and then turned toward those that had gathered. Smiling happily at them, she dipped her head and took a seat. "Hello guys! My name is Fadingmoon. I'm a BlizzardClan, Paladin Commander."

    "Nice to meet you Fadingmoon, I'm Weed- the equivalent of an assistant deputy here!" the canine would greet in response, bounding a bit closer to the Blizzardclanner. He had decided to use terms that the other might be able to recognize a bit more. And he was pretty sure everyone knew what a clan deputy was, so why not an assistant clan deputy? It only seemed self explanitory to him that the other might at least have an idea of what he was talking about. And if not.. well if she asked him to go into detail he certainly wouldn't mind.

    "How's Blizzardclan anyways? I didn't have the chance to ask when I came with the invite" Weed would add, deciding to ask a rather conventional question to get a conversation started with the other. He had the feeling all was fine in Blizzardclan, but you never really knew what secrets were being kept in a clan. After all, everyone had their secrets, even him.

    MAR REYNOLDS
    2 years / clouded leopard / blizzardclan
    Mar looked around. They didn't want to come without bringing something so they managed to bake some cookies last-minute, which they now carried in a small basket. "Hey, I'm Mar." They offered a friendly smile.



    Fadingmoon
    BlizzardClan Paladin Commander.
    7 months old.
    Current body: Domestic feline.
    Art done by Sovay.
    Played by Frostsoul~
    Fadingmoon turned toward Weed, flashing them a bright smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Weed! BlizzardClan is doing quite well. It seems we've slowed down a little bit but I'm certain we will pick up again. How is WindClan doing?" When her Clanmate, Mar, came over toward them, Fading gave a flick of her tail in greeting. "Hey Mar."

    Luke smiled at the familiar face, "Hey, Fadingmoon!" He would move closer to Weed and the BlizzardClanners. "We met last time you came around." He glanced toward Mar and inclined his head in greeting, "Pleasure to meet you, Mar. I'm Luke Skywalker - ah, deputy here."

    "Windclan is doing fine- and I'm sure Blizzardclan activity will pick back up, you guys have always been such an interesting place!" the adviser would respond happily with a smile. Windclan was doing how Windclan was always doing. Medium paced with a decent amount of members; which made him decide to just say they were fine.

    Oh, he was basically like an assistant deputy. He was one step below it, after all. The paladin commander smiled, grinning as he came over. He hadn't brought anything (thank god, his cooking was awful) he joined the conversation with Weed and Fading by saying "Oh, I wish'd it slow down! My little teeny tiny cat feet can barely keep up with all the events." He joked, laughing.