Things were going well so far. He had managed to set up the event, as well as a mini-event, so he had already gotten a few things done. Of course, he still had a surprising amount of work left to do, but he could get it done. He just knew it.
"Hey Blizzardclan! You're invited to a picnic over in Windclan! Hawkclan and the Knights of Eden will also hopefully be attending, but I'm sure you don't mind that- I made sure to invite your allies as well to make things play out nice! Also- the picnic is going to work a little like a potluck, so feel free to bring any of your own food too! That way we can share and learn more about everyone's members!" Weed would call out from on top of the stair steps. Of course, he would wait here and repeat the message to anyone who wanted for a short time, but since he was supervising the event he wouldn't be sticking around forever for obvious reasons.
picnic;; WE GOT THE POWER ;; OPEN + ALLY PICNIC
OH BOY WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT ;; OPEN + WINDCLAN INVITE
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❝ RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN ❞Coming up to be one of the first greeters to welcome Weed to th territory, it was a rather unfortunate occurance. Although the giant stallion was a Paladin, he was rather poor at his job considering how harsh and rude he often perceived to be. He was a stoic fella, an introvert, he didn't like talking to others but he supposed if he was to climb up the ranks he would have to start somewhere. Stepping up to the scene with a cigarette in his maw, the cancer riddled equine creature sent a stern stare down towards Weed before nodding.
"Right, I'll be there." The huge creature would say with a firm nod before shrugging his shoulders and adding forced words to make himself seem more hospitable. "Didya need anythin' else or...?'"[/b][b]❝ BUT YOU CAN'T RUN RUN FROM THE LORD'S WICKED HAND ❞ -
"I know how to make a mean pasta salad." Nicky commented upon his approach, peering from Harrison's behind to glance at the unfamiliar. Nicky then turned his attention to the horse before him--wow, what a beast. The wolf aimed to shift his weight on his seated hind legs and place one single paw on Harrison's torso--just to feel them muscles. "Nice." He would murmur.GENERAL
★ NICO HICKEY | "ICKY NICKY"
★ bisexual | male
★ eleven months | June eighth
★ warrior | BlizzardClan | no titles
FACTS
★ big fat bully
★ naturally athletic
★ emotionally weak, has trouble expressing his feelings
★ ticking time bomb
★ commitment issues
★ suffering from amnesia
★ unfair, power abuser
APPEARANCE
★ WOLF | REF
— completely black with sea green eyes
— no scars
PERSONALITY
★ ATHLETIC, REBELLIOUS, DUMB
— athletic, humorous, confident, charismatic, charming
— rebellious, naïve, distracting, energetic, snarky, sarcastic
— dumb, sensitive, liar, thievish, paranoid, hot headed
RELATIONSHIPS
★ NPC x NPC
— no known siblings
— not crushing | currently single
INTERACTION
★ very open, not so much about his emotions
★ extreme | fights whenever he wants to
★ attack in slategray italics
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A picnic? That was also a potluck? Lup definitely had to check this out and definitely bring food for her clan and their allies, " I'll be there! " The Somali called out rather happily.
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FadingmoonBlizzardClan Paladin Commander.
7 months old.
Current body: Domestic feline.
Art done by Sovay.
Played by Frostsoul~Fadingmoon heard the call of WindClan and stepped forward. A potluck picnic? That sounded amazing. She did, after all, really enjoy food. Smiling, she dipped her head. It seemed that Harrison had already agreed for them to go, so she'd simply wave her tail. "Thank you for the invite. See you there." -
HawkClan. WindClan and the Blights of Eden in one place? Goodness, there was no chance in hell he was going to eat any of that food. Two of the three would give him illnesses, and the final one, WindClan, would kill him outright. "Well I'm gonna bring some proper meat, none of this human shit you all stuff your bodies with," the canine rasped as he approached. Sure, he ate human foods from time to time, but making a whole diet out of them was horrific. It was unnatural!
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Approaching soon after her clanmates, Sweetophelia settled beside Fadingmoon, her pale lilac eyes curious as she looked over the WindClanner. He was a vaguely familiar face, but she could neither recall when she might have seen him nor what his name was. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen," she spoke up to introduce herself. "I don't believe we've met before, but thanks for inviting us. What was your name?"
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Witchpaw was faithfully standing by his leader, and he looked at her and smiled, before gazing to the others. He had also seen the adviser before, but his brains scrambled to remember his name. After all, he had a lot in that little sick head of his. "I'll be there. Maybe I'll bring some of my famous Witchpaw stew!" Anyone who had ever tried some of Witch's food would know it was awful.
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Ooh, a picnic? If it hadn't already been made obvious at previous events, Pierce quite liked picnics - and free food. So, naturally, he would be attending. He approached soon after Witchpaw, smiling brightly at his clanmates and then at Weed. He knew the guy, and it was nice to see an ally he recognized. "Ooh, that sounds fun! I'll definitely there too!. He paused, tail wagging excitedly, before adding, "It's nice to see you again!"
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"Weed. My name is Weed" the male would respond to the leader as she requested his name. Honestly- it wasn't the best name ever. Whenever he spoke it, it made his parents look bad. Why would they name him after a drug? Well they didn't, everyone just thought that. And he couldn't change what others thought, he just tried to stick with it and hope those thoughts on him didn't turn evil or anything.
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Well there were two connotations attached to the word "weed" and neither was particularly complimentary. As the WindClan advisor had feared, the name was oftentimes associated with recreational drugs; other times the plain, undesirable plant came to mind. Nevertheless Sweetophelia wasn't going to poke fun at another animal for their name. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Weed," the BlizzardClan leader returned civilly. "Would you like any food or water before you return to WindClan? Or to any other groups you might be visiting today?"