LIFE IS FEELING PRETTY // open, hawkclan invite

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    This would be a rather quick invite but she had no time to dawdle on clan borders. It would be an invite through words written on paper, not verbally. She wished she could but there were too many clans to invite right now and she couldn't stop on each one. The feline was riding on the back of her griffin and clicked her tongue when she spotted The Sanctuary territory. The griffin descended and Littlestar grabbed the blue envelope and let it go. The envelope drifted down onto the territory and landed square in the middle of camp. On the front of the invite was 'The Sanctuary!' The inside was as so;


    The Sanctuary,


    You have formally been invited to a Hawkclan party. There will be drinks, food and music. We would love to see you there. The path will be lit by lanterns, follow them and you will find yourself amidst fairy lights and food. Hope you can come.


    Littlestar.


    ADVENTURE IN THE EVENING AIR // open, hawkclan party

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    the youth just so happens to be one of those standing amidst the village when the subtle beating of wings sound overhead, a shadow briefly eclipses their own, and then a piece of parchment flits down from up above, its descent graceful as it hits the soft dirt. their gaze lingers on the note, and then golden eyes flick up to the sky, desiring to see who is responsible. whoever it was is gone, however, meaning that if frisk wants answers they have to investigate the note left behind.


    they speedily make their way over, nostrils flaring. they cant read, so the words are but a blur to the child. however, their nose works perfectly fine, and there is no mistaking the increasingly familiar scent of hawkclan. frisk settles, sitting back on their hindlegs and letting their ears stand erect, "ah, hawkclan's left us a note." they inform those who come closer, "but i dont know what it says— i cant read." oops.

    NOT YOUR BABY — the sanctuary — tags 

    Only a sideways glance at the shadow of a beast fading into the distance was as much as Losteyes got to see of the stranger throwing paper at them from the sky, but he supposed that he wasn't horribly inclined to care much about someone non-hostile. Instead of pondering on the strange creature that was tossing its trash down at them, he swiveled his attention toward the parchment itself, as well as the first to approach it. Meandering over, ears perked with a lazy attentiveness, he came to stand alongside Frisk, blinking down at the enclosed envelope.


    He could read, his mind supplied intelligently; though, he really couldn't. Understanding blots of ink on a page was different from actually reading, which his eyes simply did not allow. Still, he angled his gaze upward to sweep around the camp, it didn't seem like anyone else would be arriving soon. It would only make him feel worse to numbly wait for a competent hero to arise, so he took matters into his own hands, swiping up the envelope and tearing it open with one neat stroke of a claw.


    Unfolding the piece of paper that was inside was an almost excruciating process. He let the envelope drop back to the ground as he unfurled the note, the short endeavor draining his previous bout of confidence. Harrumphing in the back of his throat, Losteyes shifted his weight, an almost nervous gesture, and peered at the scratchy handwriting in a quick attempt to decipher it. The words shook on the page, each letter fuzzy, molding together; the danced mockingly up at him. Flustered, he blinked, and held the note closer to his squint. "It, uhm..." his chopped words came out in a droning sort of tone, a fruitless attempt to exclude any jitteriness from his speech. At a closer proximity, the sentences painted upon the paper began to take form, a few strangled words popping out at him, clearer than before. "Some... Something about a party tonight." and following paths and fairies - a fairy party? Embarrassed, his usually unwavering facade melted into a blush that stretched across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, his tone more mumbled than usual. Lowering the letter, he released a small sigh, closing his eyes and reaching up a paw to rub at one of his eyelids. "An invitation, I presume." he said tiredly.

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