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    Ice Demon — Yuki-Onna — Blizzardclan Paladin Trainee — she/her

    This was a lot different and to her surprise there was actually a lot of different members joining in. In a way, she was happy to join in on the barbaque and get to see some new faces. For now, she wonders over to where Pierce was and watches on the sidelines, enjoying the large party.

    "This is pretty nice to see," Yuki-Onna speaks to the serval, showing a nice smile. "Who knew that this kind of holiday would be this exciting?" The white angora glances around, seeing some new faces that she hasn't seen while scanning around for members of her Clan. She felt at ease sitting next to Pierce's side and watch everything come into play.


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    lukas hadn't ever gone to a party before- perhaps it was because he'd lived a rather uneventful life as a loner, but he hadn't had many friends, either. even when he'd been introduced to the blackheart rogues' camp, he hadn't seen as many figures as he had now- it was absolutely wonderful. lukas, perhaps a bit obvious due to his lack of it, happened to crave social interaction, and parties like this were almost like a dream come true for the tom. "it's amazing!" he chirped to fourthwall, his eyes shining with joy as he'd taken in the festivities. and when fourthwall brought up the idea of going swimming, he didn't reject it at all- he'd done it before, surprisingly. though it wasn't too enjoyable, the idea of swimming at a party like this with a dear friend like fourthwall was something he felt like he'd like to do.


    "i'd love to go swimming." lukas chimed to the figure at his side, smiling with glee as he nodded his head to the male. however, as he saw someone else approach the executioner, he stepped back a bit respectfully to let them talk, shuffling his paws awkwardly as he seemingly waited for the two. Symmetry [since this is a bit crowded, thought tags would be nice ;0]

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    the sound of a familiar voice made her jump. yep, he was here. she offered the tuxedo-colored tomcat a friendly grin. at least there was a familiar face here. hey jerseyboy, she replied cheerfully. y'all have a nice setup here! i can't wait to see what else you blizzardclanners have in store.


    Pierce glanced up at the approach of Yuki-Onna, plastering a false smile onto his lips. It had grown instinctual by now, whether he was happy or not - he couldn't have his clanmates asking questions, after all. He was relieved, however, that she hadn't been around for the whole fiasco with Jerseyboy and Riddlersgame, as the glances of concern or pity he had begun to earn from his clanmates had grown to be irritating. "I still don't really understand what this holiday is about," he admitted with a small shrug. Humans, some giant human clan called "America"... it was all kind of weird. All he knew was that it had something to do with explosives. "But it is fun." Well, not yet, since nothing had happened so far.

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    Exhausted. Bone tired. Weary limbs and foggy mind moving through the world slowly as if the air were syrup. Imperia had not slept in more than a day. If it were not the vivid nightmares keeping her awake, it was the constant flow of patients coming in and out of the medic den. Most were her friends, which only served to increase her worries. It was more difficult being a medic than she had initially thought. More taxing, both physically and mentally. She was tired. Tired of being awake and tired of being covered in the blood of people she cared about. However, rest evaded her no matter how hard she tried. That was the only reason why Imperia joined the crowds, petite figure carefully cutting its way through the throngs of people. If she had her way, the girl would be at home, asleep for the next two or three days. Her head ached. Spotting both Cyrus and Littlestar in the crowd, Imperia considered approaching them to talk, but she was so fatigued that it was all she could do to collapse on a cushion and rest her limbs. A wave of relief washed over her. Peri had not realized just how long she had been standing.


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    && I found in you, what was lost in me !

    Honestly, Obscuro was in a bit of a predicament here. Three clan's called home, and so far only one of them accepted the invitation? Not that she really needed an invitation to come here- hell she could've sneaked into the place if she tried to. Yet as azure eyes looked around the growing crowd, she found the familiar jitter she only got in crowds. Eyes raking down her pelt. Pleasant conversation dulling into a blanket of noise that swarmed her sensitive ears. She had to steel herself here. Had to b r e a t h e. This was a friendly event- nothing was going to go wrong.


    Upon the beast's shoulder her companion kakuja dug their talons into her fur, not enough to cut but enough to sting. And that alone was reassuring enough. She allowed a small breath again, acknowledging her companion gratefully with a nod as she slipped into the crowd. heading for the dining table herself to get kakuja something. While mostly difficult, her bird was earnest and kind to her. Honestly- it was time to let her be spoiled. She shrugged the bird off, letting it settle near a plate stacked with cooked chicken, grinning slightly to herself as the bat hawk started it's own feast.


    Having a seat next to the table, it didn't take long for her to spot littlesoldier g. d. staring down the food table, before moving away. A soft frown settled on her maw. Honestly, people's insecurities about what others would think- Obscuro would never get the reason. She seemed to proudly display her scars- her torn off limb with pride. Obscuro's own scars on display as a warning more than anything: allowing other's to move away as she prowled forwards to one of their leaders. "Hey." Azure gaze was soft, and her voice was tottaly different in volume and pitch when in her clans. it was sweet, melodic. Meant to be soothing. "Who cares what they think?" She stated defiantly, only for the leader to hear.


    Jamison appeared to be the first Bloodclanner to arrive - not like that bothered him though. It felt like ages since he'd been to a party, and even longer since the ground had been warm beneath his feet. The terrible, blizzarding weather from back home really put a damper on things, but it was easy for the cheerful Overseer to forget such troubles when he wasn't actively faced with them. Naturally, the tabby could be found near the boombox, sucking happily on the straw of a juice box as his amber gaze searched the crowd for someone to talk to. While the waters of Shimmer lake threw him off somewhat, he was content for now to just enjoy what he had - food, nice weather, and plenty of new people to talk to.

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    Sarangerel was the next to arrive, silver shimmer dusted across her cheeks and wings, catching the light and almost making her shine like the moonlight she was named for. The celebration held on the 4th of July was not familiar to her, but she was perfectly content with enjoying the event with their ally.
    What did feel somewhat awkward however, was the presence of BloodClan. Considering there was currently a war between both SunClan and the anti-clan, it felt odd to be in the same clan and enjoying a feast together.


    Setting her gaze on imperia as she sat on cushion, Sarangerel deemed the lupine would be a sensible place to start, seeing she was a BlizzardClanner and a safe ally.

    "Hi there - I'm Sarangerel, a Goldenblood of SunClan. It's nice to meet you." greeted the servaline as she limped over, settling beside the medic trainee and glancing around the party absentmindedly; taking note of Jamison in quiet apprehension.

    "Quite a party, no?"

    It wasn't the smell of the roasting barbecue that directed Ululare over. It wasn't even the package of explosives that drew his interest. It was the sheer number of people gathered that struck his fancy, and he was determined that this was where he would release his next strike.


    Scouting from afar, the white dragon had shrunk to the size of a fly and was looking down on the people gathered. What a lovely lake, what lovely scenery. What lovely people, ready to die. Or burn.


    He closed his eyes momentarily, feelint the pull of the meteors from beyond the planet's pull. Slowly, tenderly, he drew them in, pulling them towards the atmosphere and directing them to fall just so to land on this party in BlizzardClan. His first aim, meant for BoneClan, had been rather clumsy, as he had ended up striking down three other groups with hit.


    This time, he was much more precise.


    Once he knew that the fiery rocks were on course to land right where these people were gathered, the dragon slowly grew to full size. His laughter shook the air, booming not unlike the fireworks on display. He narrowed his eyes on Sweetophelia, who may as well be the queen of the land, what with the amount of followers she had gathered. Despicable. Truly gut wrenching. What was she but a single pathetic soul? Where was her right to garner such respect from such a large amount of people? Disgusting.


    "How very sweet of you to set this up for me, Sweetophelia. I knew you would follow the plan we discussed perfectly. And my, you did quite wonderful dear. What will BlizzardClan think once they realize their very own leader set them up for disaster?" His words fell thick from his mouth, and beyond the horizon one could see specks of fire slowly growing as they fell.


    "You all thought the End Game was over, but how can that be the case, when nothing has ended yet?" And then the smallest one crashed into a nearby tree, setting it alight in tall flames. All around them meteors were crashing, burning. He could only laugh and wait as he twirled through the sky, about the size of a rhino, watching for someone to get smashed or burned. "Happy fourth of July!"

    Molly looked up to see who was speaking and her eyes widened in horror as she heard the word 'disaster'. And then the fire came. The ground shook and heat washed over her. In panic, she had transformed back to a gryphon and let out ungodly shrieks of fear as a few feathers caught fire. "Swe-" She took a second to catch her breath. "Sweetophelia, what is this?"


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    Ska'arq had only just arrived on the scene, a bright smile spread across his maw. Look at all the people! He didn't recognize most of them. They were allies, right? There was friendly chatter in the air, and friendly interaction. The smell of cooking meat was tantalizing, and the dragon weaved through the crowd, almost trotting over to Sweetophelia. His jaws were open, ready to ask for a large piece, when booming laughter shook the air. The joy vial blinked out almost instantly, and his head jerked over to stare up at the dragon. As he spoke, his eyes flicked over to Sweetophelia in horror.


    Racing to the edge of the island, Ska'arq jumped off, wings spreading wide as he took to the air. Raising himself up, his muzzle scrunched itself into a snarl, the red vial on his necklace growing bright. "Why did you do this?" he spat, burning cyan gaze tracking his fellow reptile.
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    Witchpaw scrambled after Ska'arq, climbing on top of him as quick as he could and clinging on for dear life. Ska'arq could fly, he could not; but he could levitate in small amounts. He knew this guy; he was an End Gamer. He hissed. "Why are you here? We're the biggest clan, you End Game children aren't scary," Witchpaw would respond, anger seeping through his words as he locked dead eyes onto the other dragon. "Thanks, Ska'arq," The deputy whispered to his noble steed- er, clanmate, for not throwing him off.


    He didn't believe his words about Sweet for a second, as she was one of the people closest to him. He knew she'd never do anything to hurt her beloved clan.


    && I found in you, what was lost in me !

    Maybe Obscuro should have become more grateful that only one of her clans had come to the party then.


    Something crept at the edge of her vision before, and before she could even try to follow it- it grew. Grew into the ululare. She snarled at the recognition, to think they had once been allies under the same roof of bloodclan. Maybe it was place monsters were made. Maybe it was time Obscuro actually did her job, and protect the place. her clan or not- she was a trust, a riverguard. One known for warfare and one known for guarding: All directly insisting her to attack and take collateral later. Kakuja scattered on the table and Obscuro pushed the thought of her companion's welfare aside. Turning her attention to the large dragon. Let the other's deal with the blizzard clan leader- she ahd bigger fish to fry.


    "Ululare!" The wolf roared in a voice that didn't belong to a wolf. The sword strapped to her back pulled out, begging for the taste of flesh- the ability to rend her enemies apart. it had been some time since she had used this... Some time since she actually attacked someone with the intent to kill. "Did you really think I'd let you go after that?" The dragon had ran from her when she possessed jammal- had it been because he feared her? Feared what she would see? She saw clear enough now, the dragon was a thread- one to be taken out.


    Obscuro aimed to claw at the dragon, as well as the afflicted tough of famori- aiming to send sharp projectiles of telepathic pain.




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    Unlike many of the events here, parties were a thing that she experienced back at home. Div honestly found herself enjoying her time at parties back at home, so she figured it could be the same thing here. However, she had no idea what they were even celebrating if it was for something. She'd been at the party for a little while, just watching everyone pass by and meet up with each other. While she wanted to approach some people, Div found herself just sticking to where she was sitting.


    However, when she noticed the stranger intrude in on the party, she started glaring at him, unaware of what was going to happen. Who the hell did this guy think he was? She stared around at the meteors crashing. What the hell was going on? Her eyes filled with both rage and fear. "Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you? You piece of shit!" Truthfully, Divinity didn't care if this thing could hear her screaming at him. She was too angry and far too scared to care.

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    Jerseyboy smiled and gave a single nod. "Yeah, it'll be one helluvah party. He would then add, "Would you like a drink--"


    He was cut off by a booming voice coming from the skies. Who was this joker? Jerseyboy turned his head from Rhiannon and up to Ululare. He jumped back as a tree was set ablaze, and suddenly comets began to rain from the skies. Fuck, what was this? What was happening? "You gotta get outta here. All a' yous." Jerseyboy told Rhiannon, his voice somewhat calm yet firm. He wondered if escaping was even possible, though. What if somebody was killed?


    He folded his ears as people began to question Sweetophelia. No, not her. Not his friend. Jerseyboy glanced at Rhiannon once more before heading off to where his leader was. He had to take care of his own clan for now. "No way, not Sweet. Those fuckers just showed up on their own." Jerseyboy shook his head. It couldn't be true. "...Right? Sweet, that guy set you up." The noble leader couldn't have gone against her clan and her allies. It was a trick. He was trying to pin the blame on someone else.


    He turned his head as some of those with wings flocked towards the maniac in the sky. "Knock that coglione off his high-horse before he gets someone killed." Jerseyboy snarled. He was talking to anyone who had the ability to do so, seeing as he wouldn't be of much help.


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    it seemed that something was horribly wrong, by the way that the usually-mellow tuxedo-colored tomcat was acting. something to do with their leader. the cream-colored molly wasn't the most observant of creatures, but she was damn good at picking up on body language, and something was definitely not alright.


    what's going on? she asked, trying to remain calm, although, slightly panicked. jerseyboy?


    Someone was speaking to her. Blinking away her tired haze, Imperia glanced over at the Sunclanner. She offered a friendly smile, dipping her head politely in a silent greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle," the lovely she-wolf replied kindly. She shifted her position, straightening herself so that she could look at the female properly. "My name is Imperia Ar--" her introduction was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a massive, bone white dragon. His booming voice carried over the din of the party, automatically muting all conversation as all eyes were on him. Ululare. She had never seen him before, but Imperia had heard the stories. The terrible beast who destroyed worlds, a terrorist who targeted clans. Never had she fathomed that this would happen to them. Blizzardclan was strong. Those terrorists would never dare. And yet, here he was. What was worse was that, allegedly, Sweetophelia had set everyone up for this? No... No her leader was innocent until proven guilty.


    The little she-wolf trembled with fear, but she was not so terrified to miss the glowing balls of fire in the distance, getting closer and closer by the second. Maker help us. It was the meteors. "WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!" she screamed, suddenly processing the amount of danger everyone was in. Let those who could fight deal with Ululare. Peri was weak, but she could get these people evacuated to safety. Flaming space rocks began crashing into the earth around them, spurring her into action. "EVERYONE, LEAVE THE ISLANDS!" It was illogical to remain here. She was not sure exactly what held the islands up in the sky, but if these meteors somehow damaged that magic, everyone would plummet from the sky and die regardless if they were not struck by a meteor.


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    Pierce and Yuki's conversation was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a dragon - one Pierce had only heard stories about. The End Game was a frightening concept, but truthfully, he had never been intimidated by them. Why should he be? They had been told the End Game was only targeting smaller groups, so why should he be? Now that Ululare was here, though, there was reason to fear. The speckled tom leapt to his paws, breath hitching in his throat, as the meteors came crashing toward them. Oh god, oh god, what was happening? "Go," he told Yuki-Onna, though he had frozen in fear. What was this? "How very sweet of you to set this up for me, Sweetophelia. I knew you would follow the plan we discussed perfectly. And my, you did quite wonderful dear. What will BlizzardClan think once they realize their very own leader set them up for disaster?"


    How dare he? How dare he place this on Sweetophelia? The woman was no saint, but she was loyal and noble. She was their leader. Pierce did not know her extremely well, but he knew her well enough to know she would never do this to her own clan. "How dare you!" the vice-leader shouted up at the reptilian creature, claws unsheathed and lip curled. "How dare you m-make such accusations! Sweet- Sweet's not like Bill Cipher! She's our leader! She- she'd never sell us out." Pierce wanted to fight this guy, but he didn't have any powers that would match a dragon's. He knew the others would be able to defeat Ululare if they joined forces - together, those with powers' strength was probably unfathomable. Pierce glanced back at the fires that were beginning to ravage their surroundings. They had to get out - it was definitely not safe here, not for those who couldn't fight back. Would he look like a coward if he ran? What was he supposed to do? The meteors rained down around them, shaking the land. Were they going to fall out of the sky?


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    Maybe it was a dumb idea to just sit there and be useless. Screaming at this guy wasn't going to solve anything. What was she even thinking? Divinity needed to get out of here. Starting to run slightly, she looked around at many of the people here. It sure as hell was going to be hard for everyone to get out of here. Fuck, she might as well help some people out - she did have a slight advantage of wings, after all. "Hey! I-I can help fly some of you guys out of here!" This was a bad idea. How many people could she really help? Would she be leaving people behind? It wasn't like she could take it back that she was offering to help people. She might as well try her best. "Is there anyone else with wings that can help out with this?" She couldn't do this alone, after all.


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