DON'T BE AFRAID TO CATCH FEELS — EVENT

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    GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
    AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER    ･ﾟ✧

    The fourth of July was a human holiday - an American holiday at that, evidently a subgroup of the human species. While Sweetophelia wasn't very interested in the human race nor in what they cared about, she had found their tradition of blowing up colourful explosives to be rather fascinating. When she suddenly found herself in possession of a cardboard box filled to the brim of fireworks, it only felt appropriate to make use of them. But fireworks alone surely wouldn't be enough.


    So she had organised a little barbecue by Shimmer Lake, cutting out slabs of meat and roasting them over a pit of fire. It was a beautiful afternoon and the fireworks would start in a few hours but in the meantime there was food laid out for the BlizzardClanners and their friends, all of their allies and even neutrals such as: the Blackheart Rogues, the Sanctuary, the Eclipse Force, SkyClan, DarkClan, Westeros, StormClan, and the Knights of Eden. There were open coolers filled to the brim with assorted bottles of pop, juice, and beer. There was even a boom-box playing what she believed to be American music sitting on a flat slab of stone near the party area. All in all it had the potential to be a very successful party. But life didn't often go the way one expected.


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    There was once a time Dee considered joining BlizzardClan, but because of her general awkward nature she realised the Clan's overwhelming number of members was too much for her. She avoided the Clan with passion yet still she found that she wanted to attend the event. Although she was rather careful by nature, the child felt strangely drawn to attend, as if something had her obliged to go. Dee's eyes would drift towards the barbecue, saying nothing to voice her mild disappointment as the hedgehog blamed herself for being vegan. She had secretly hoped that the barbecue would be roasting corn or sliced bananas, but she supposed it was expected that the majority had to be treated. Dee had brought herself a little bag of strawberries anyway, chewing on them contently as she waddled around and checked the scenery. "This place is so pretty," the child murmured to herself, curling comfortably into a spiky ball.

    Here Cyrus was at last, at the party, hoping that he was to be followed by other Rifters to the event. The allure of fireworks and food was entirely captivating, and the nyari felt a sense of excitement in his gut that he didn't feel for most parties these days. Well...maybe he was just hungry? The nyari padded over to the barbecue first, his tail lightly swishing from side to side as he wondered what he'd help himself to. Being such a small creature, he couldn't eat a whole lot at once, so he had to be thoughtful with his food choices. Unfortunately, that sort of strategy wasn't much in his nature, and he looked decidedly conflicted as he looked at the various slabs of meat on offer. The beef? Or the pork? He was going to have to decide. Whichever food he chose, there was no denying that this party looked wonderful, nice scenery and music that he couldn't quite recognise. At most parties, he would have introduced himself- Cyrus, of the Rift- but this seemed big, almost too big to do so. He felt as if no one would hear him if he did, and that he'd be better off starting a smaller conversation with somebody else coming over to the barbecue.

    One of her fathers, the one who'd formerly been a human, had been an american. Hell, he'd even been a sheriff in it. Understandably the female didn't consider herself an 'american' but she knew a whole lot about humans because of her dad and perhaps she was thankful for that. It meant a lot of good things for her. The three legged tabby had walked in to the party. Normally she'd fly in on that back of her pet griffin but she decided a casual stroll to the party might be nicer. Myla, her pet hawk, had also stayed behind with Bubby. She had wanted to arrive solo for once with no pets flying in the air somewhat above her. She realized that she had rarely been to a place without her pets and that was pretty funny in itself. "Yo." Littlestar greeted casually and coolly as she entered the area. The music, the talking, the laughter. It was unnerving. She knew what it meant, what it always had meant for the Leader; staring. She grimaced as she already spotted several eyes scanning her gruesomely fucked up face and her twisted off back leg. Yeah, stare all ya want. She thought bitterly before heading straight to the drinks section as per usual. She took a drink of soda and then padded over to the roasting meat. The smell was overwhelming and she was half tempted to rip a steak off as it cooked but refrained from doing it solely because it'd be embarrassing and also people were bound to stare as she ate. And her eating was the opposite definition of pretty.

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    rhiannon had never been into another clan's territory, not really, that was. sure, she'd probably stumbled onto clan or tribe territories during her travels, but the cream-colored molly had chosen to stay away from any of the raids that they'd held against other clans, instead, opting to stay on sunclan's territory. however, she was immediately pleased that she'd decided to attend this event; blizzardclan had most certainly gone all out.


    she frowned for a second. wasn't this the clan jerseyboy was from? she shrugged, figuring she'd find out sooner or later anyways.

    ITS ONLY LIKE A LITTLE BIT CREEPY-☆

    The japanese doberman was, well, from Japan. She had known of the holiday, she had knowledge of it, yet, the doberman couldn't remember how it went. Lots of colors was the only memory that she was getting from it. Kageyama frowned as she stood near the lake, watching the water lap towards her paws. She shook her head, glancing over her shoulder as people arrived.


    Kageyama padded back towards the tables, glancing about for anyone from Blizzardclan. Her ears twitched as she glanced towards the boombox, before shrugging her long legs, looking back towards the food table. Meat... Kageyama swept forward, her four and a half tall body easily making its way to the meat. Kageyama picked up a chunk, barely bothering to chew it as she swallowed the meat. "That's good." She murmured, nodding towards Sweet in respect. She winced, remembering that she had called Sweet a bitch on accident. Hopefully Aleksei didn't tell her - or anyone, for that matter.

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    why did he come? why did he come? anxiety creased his eyes and pooled in every movement he made, the way he flinched when someone spoke too loudly and the way his pupils widened, trying to take in everything. so far, he didn't recognize anyone. barry wasn't here. tama wasn't here. or, he realized sadly, chocolatepaw. just about everyone, was gone. how disappointing. variscite couldn't help the bitterness he felt.


    he was the first of the shadowclanners to arrive. dammit, he cursed to himself. he didn't curse often, but why did he have to have punctual timing? "thank you for inviting shadowclan," he had went directly for sweetophelia, just to get this out of the way. "i'm sure more of us will be arriving shortly." with a sweep of his tail, he turned away to skirt the edges of the party. now, he knew what to spend his time doing. there were plenty of interesting notes to make on the plants in blizzardclan. hopefully away from where anyone could see him, he settled near a pile of bushy herbs and began to examine them.


    all he had to do was wait until the party was over. then he could go back to his hut in shadowclan, with notes taken and a belly full of disappointment. perfect.

    GOD HAS GIVEN YOU ONE FACE,
    AND YOU MAKE YOURSELF ANOTHER    ･ﾟ✧

    Looking up as more animals arrived - clanmates and friends alike - Sweetohelia offered them a quick smile, placing a freshly roasted piece of meat on a plastic plate. "There's more coming up, so feel free to grab a plate now if you're hungry," she encouraged them. The BlizzardClan leader didn't mind a little chatting while she manned the grill. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen, by the way," the pale lioness introduced herself, for the benefit of everyone present who didn't already know her. "I'm so glad that you all decided to come." Unfortunately a larger crowd made for a more obvious target, didn't it?


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    It was a guaranteed fact that where the party was, Alexus was. Combining two of her favorite things, Shimmer Lake and a big party, was a wonderful idea in her mind. However, prior to the party, the wolf had been unaware of the holiday called Independence Day, or the Fourth of July. After it was explained to her, she was still a bit confused, but the girl figured any excuse for a party was a good one.

    The canine pranced into the scene with a wide smile upon her maw, the scents of other familiar clans mingling with her own. There were so many new faces to meet! The paladin began to make her way over to an unfamiliar ShadowClanner when she caught sight of Kageyama and immeditatley changed her path, making a beeline for the tall Doberman. She clearly had a short attention span.

    "Hey, Kage, what's up? You enjoying the party? It looks great, doesn't it?"


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    Was an injury going to prevent Jerseyboy from attending a party? Hell no. He was the life of the party.


    The Paladin Commander arrived, green gaze sweeping across the crowd. Huh, so these were their allies. Jerseyboy greeted a few NPC ladies as he worked his way through the sea of people. His gaze eventually fell upon a familiar flower crown-wearing she-cat. Rhianna? Breanna? Wait, he got it. "Ey Rhiannon, you made it." Jersey grinned towards the SunClan. "I guess you'll see how my clan throws a party." He joked. They hadn't thrown a party in a long time, actually. Hopefully this one would be good.


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    What had been the last ally-wide party Blizzardclan held? Pierce wasn't sure, but he was looking forward to this. Even if he hadn't been in the best mental state recently, a party was always good, wasn't it? If he could force himself to go there - which he clearly had -, he was sure he could have fun, whether he made himself or whether it just happened. Anyway, what kind of vice-leader would he be if he didn't show up at his clan's own party? A pretty crappy one. Appearing next, the young serval scanned the crowd silently.


    He didn't know much about humans or their holidays, but he supposed it didn't matter much. There weren't many people here that he knew, though, and he found himself gravitating away from the crowd. He was here, so that was enough, wasn't it? If anyone wanted to talk to him, there was no stopping them, but he'd stay out of the way for now.

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    Parties were not Asterin's scene, especially not.. now when she lacked all roots of emotion. She didn't want to sulk, however, and found herself drifting to the lake from the medicine cat's den with uncanny ease. Given her injury, it was not good for her and the others to find her here. Soon, they would find out she had given away her soul for someone else. A mistake, maybe, but it almost felt.. nice not to care. Not to feel.


    And so—Asterin remained on the outskirts of the party, not drifting towards the delightfully smelling food and towards her mingling clanmates. Instead, the silver wolf found her piercing blue eyes drifting towards a figure who appeared to have the same idea as she. Shadowclan, he had claimed he was from. Not that she really cared— not anymore.


    Asterin figured a little chaos would soothe her growing boredom, and so she approached variscite on quiet steps whilst limping softly. She wasn't fully healed, but it seemed she was doing fine as of now so she wouldn't return the the medics den. Later, maybe, if the Shadowclanner proved himself to be dull.


    "Shadowclan, eh?" Her voice was flat, weirdly and unnaturally flat and disinterested. No ups and downs, no changes in pitch, simply plain. "Call me Asterin. You are?"

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    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    Deputy of The Blackheart Rogues

    LUKAS! Thought this could be fun for them :)


    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUR GUNS AT THE DOOR "


    I'd only seen Blizzardclans camp once, so the rest of the territory was new to me. It was nice, though. Despite their name the area we'd been led to was warm and green and forested,and we'd come out into a clearing alongside a huge lake of shimmering water. Drinks and food were set out and music was playing. I'd passed the word along to my clanmates and expected to see a few of them here, but I hadn't come alone.


    Since rescuing him from the Cartel -and I use the word rescue loosely since it was half set up- Lukas had been staying with me in the Rogues territory. More specifically he'd been staying in camp. I'd told him and my clanmates that it was just temporary and for his own safety, and that he'd be allowed to wander above ground/out of camp without me as an escort soon. I just didn't want him being spotted by the Cartel and taken back. That's what I told them, but I knew I just wanted to keep him close until I was completely sure. Sure, that he wouldn't take off. That he knew who he belonged to.


    "We are totally going swimming at some point." I'd say, grinning in the orange and white toms direction. Despite being part cat I didn't mind the water, and I didn't really care what Lukas thought about it. It's not like I was gonna let him drown or anything.
    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"


    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    **PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story. **



    Witchpaw was there at the call of his mentor's voice, and found himself lost in a sea of familiar and unfamiliar people. He saw the deputy of the Blackheart Rogues, and remembered how judgy he had been, so it would be awkward if they talked. However, Witchpaw didn't really... care for formalities, so he bounded over to Fourthwall. "Hey- excuse me earlier, I have both a professional personality and a fun personality," Well, if your definition of fun included sacrificing creatures to Satan or mutilating people to see their innards. "I'm Witchpaw." The living undead giggled. "You're Fourthwall, right?" What a strange name!


    Symmetry