YOU WANNA TALK BABY — RAID ANNOUNCEMENT

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    With her clanmates imprisoned in the Exiles, some of whom she had very personal ties to, Sweetophelia was undoubtedly upset, offended, and angered by the slight, and saw no better way to respond to the aggression than by razing the Exiles territory to the ground with their members on it. "BlizzardClanners," the lion spoke up, her cold voice measured. "The Exilers think they can sneak into BlizzardClan territory, take what they want, and then scurry back to their homeland, tail between their legs. They're too cowardly to face us on an open field - and they're smart to be scared because it's an established fact that we would crush them five times over. Let them know that playing as thieves won't protect them from our justice. I will be leading a warring party onto their turf now - if you are able-boided and have appropriate training I expect that you will follow; if you won't fight for your clanmates now, you can't rightly expect them to defend you in the future."


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    Lottie wasn't a fighter, but she be damned if she let anything happen to the people she cared about. "I'll participate," she would call at the announcement being given across the BlizzardClan camp, nodding lightly to Sweets. Even if she didn't really get in a brawl with some Exilers, she could still be there for Medical Attention, and help to get their Clanmates out of their grasp. She owed them that much.


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    Imperia was present for reasons similar to Iselotta. There was not one agressive bone in her body, but she was determined to do what was right and support her clanmates going into battle. That was not to say that the petite she-wolf was beyond defending herself, but she believed in healing in not destroying. If things came to the point where it was her life or someone else's, the she would fight to stay alive. Or if the life of someone she cared about was in danger, she would melt someone's brain to save them even if it haunted her for the rest of her life. Hopefully this interaction would not come to such dire situations and they would just be purveyors of justice and not executioners.


    Trotting up alongside her former mentor, Peri gave the leader a subtle nod in acknowledgment. "I will come as well," she said, projecting her voice to be heard over the din of the crowd. Her voice was the next step towards her own empowerment; there was no longer any reason to be afraid of speaking her mind or drawing attention to herself. She was in no danger here. The medic shifted in her place anxiously, eager to get moving and get the job done so she could be back in the comfort of her home.


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    It was about damn time. The Exiles had been under the radar for the past few months, but ever since they possessed the fucking nerve to come and take their clanmates (including his little brother), he found that an ass-kicking was definitely in order.


    The tuxedo tom made his way over, green eyes glistening with harshness. He wasn't "formally trained", but he knew how to pack a punch, and he was going to deliver some to these damn Exiles. "Let's go kick their fuckin' asses." He snorted.


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    Pierce had heard from word around camp that both Mie and Aleksei had been kidnapped, along with Jacob, which had been proven true both by Sweetophelia's words and the males' absences around the clan. He was fairly sure he had heard mention of others - Andraste too, maybe? -, but wasn't too sure. Either way, they were his clanmates and the Exiles definitely weren't getting away with this. Were they torturing them, perhaps? He hoped the other Blizzardclanners weren't be harmed, but it wss a stupid, naive wish and he knew it. Ambling over after Jerseyboy, the vice-leader offered Sweet and the others a slight, curt nod, expression set. He may be kindhearted, but when it came to hurting his clanmates, he didn't mess around. "I'm coming too," he stated simply, tail swishing.


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    The Exiles had nearly killed him already. They had taken several of his friends- he didn't want to put them through the same suffering. He hated fighting on a passionate level, but these scumbags had taken it too far. The dragon stepped forward, the red vial glowing brightly. "I'll go."
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    ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD

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    Finally. With so many people just up and going missing, you would think someone would of suggested a rescue mission sooner. Apparently to get someone to care, it took affecting their immediate kin, not the people they were in charge over.


    Still, Beck wanted to fight. Not just because it was an outlet for his anger, but because- nah, he just wanted to open some throats again. Stalking up next to, you've guess it, Ska'arq, the poltergeist added onto the chorus of volunteers. "Count me in, too."

    An attack?! That sounded splendidly fun. The awkward still growing youth waddled up, their rounded ears perked in excitement. "A waid?! Huff cans come? Huff cans come?" The child begged, their eyes wide with hope for the possible fun. Huff had never ever been on a raid, and so thought it might be quite enjoyable... the least that they could do was ask, right? The badger cub tilted their head to the side and waited in anticipation for a response.

    ? ✧ ? — The Exiles, from what Doug had heard, were a group of murderers and criminals preforming horrendous crimes whenever possible. Doug was lucky enough to never encounter the exiles, but by the sounds of it, they were a very dangerous bunch. If they indeed kidnapped a handful of clanmates, then God willing they all would be put to an end. During his time in Blizzardclan so far, Doug wasn't seen as very defencive, since he usually lived life as a pacifist, but this? This was different. He was prepared to put an down as many Exiles as he could in the name of Blizzardclan. And it didn't matter how soft his brethren had thought of him, as Doug was going to prove them all wrong. "For Blizzardclan!", the beaver shouted triumphantly. Nobody was gonna mess with his home.



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    a raid on the exiles, huh? he hadn't fought in quite some time and so col was sure he'd be a little rusty when he got out into the battlefield. whoever these "exilers" were, they were going to pay upfront. they would learn their lesson the hard way. coldpaw would nod his head firmly to show he would be participating in the soon-to-be raid.


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    ★ ★ ★it felt like ages since the last time emma had to fight. some fiesty rouges had tried to take over her second home, and she and her 'roommate' fought them till they scurried off with their tails between their legs. it was the best of times, and it was the worst of times. the serval missed her friend dearly, his death had been tragic and quite honestly, her fault. emmaline didn't like to think about that, so she turned her attention back to the respectable leader. once she finished speaking, the wildcat dipped her head in acknowledgment and cheered, "let's kick some exiler butt!"


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    London had never fought before, well, unless one could count that sad attempt of an attack on Jersey as fighting. She would never have dreamed of fighting anyone so soon as she had no training on the matter, but they took Jacob. They took her fucking boyfriend, and even if London didn't know how to fight she'd still be biting and clawing, anything to help save the horse. There was no way she was going to sit back when he was in danger. The young clouded leopard would stand next to Lottie with a determined look in her eyes, and a seriousness that she'd never worn before. It seemed quite strange to see her so angry.

    Alexus bounded over, her hazel optics alight with defiance. The Paladin came to a halt beside her sister, gazing up at Sweetophelia. She was actually excited to raid the Exiles- hopefully they would beat some of the spirit out of those jerks. She remained silent, hoping her determined expression would do the talking for her. She was ready to go.

    Justice.Now that was what the tiger was all about. Righting the wrong and putting others in their place was something that he enjoyed doing, and believed that the Exiles deserved every little bit of what was coming for them. He approached the crowd, his eyes narrowed with determination as he was ready to fight these idiots. They seemed to have been a nuisance for quite some time, and Raj couldn't quite understand why they would continue to bother such a large and powerful clan when they know that it won't end too well on their end. Such a tragedy, really, but Rajahcrowns felt no sympathy towards him. He was fully ready to battle them, and to show them that BlizzardClan was not to be messed with. "I'm coming."

    Chesspieces pinned his ears, his timid emotions swimming through his heterochromic irises. The reasoning behind kidnapping and very potentially murdering someone else's clanmates was maddening. Exilers made no sense to him. Clearly, however, his clanmates wanted justice. Although he didn't fully side with this attack, Chesspieces unsheathed his claws, sinking them into the ground beneath him. He'd fight because it was his clanmates and he would do anything for them.

    The female hasn't and would never really be inthused with fighting. It was so much hard work, plus the blood got all over her. It was a hassle for everyone, but she couldn't help but join the massive crowd that came by, and she looked up at Sweet with a bored expression. I mean, she couldn't just join the fucking crowd and not participate. Sometimes she was so stupid, usually she would just chill here. But eh, guess she had to now. "Yaaaaay. Blood and fucking gore how so very nice." she would say with sarcasm and much boredom. She could barely keep her eyes open anymore. "such a fucking hassle for everyone, so fucking dumb, why do I have to fucking do this. Fuck." she would cuss under her breath. Oh ya there where children around, eh.


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    the youth approached, looking timid. she wasn't sure if she was ready to fight, but she'd do anything to gain trust and support from her clanmates.


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    The Exiles. He still didn't forgive them for what they did in WindClan all those months ago. Why did they think they could attack anyone they pleased? Did they really think that highly of themselves? Either way, they clearly hadn't learned their lesson. Mob didn't really want to use his powers against others, but if they had captured other Blizzardclanners like Sweet had said, it seemed he had no choice. "I'll come." The boy said with a small nod, stepping forward.

    Hearing Sweet's call had drawn the petite feline forward out of curiosity, her body growing tense as she listened to what she had said about The Exiles and managed a sigh as she thought of Illya. " Please, get my dad back. I know I can't fight, but don't let those jerks take him from me. " The gem-eyed apprentice's plead was a simple one, her tone firm as she glanced around at the members attending the raid to save their fellow clan mates from the enemy. " And good luck, stay safe. " She would add more softly, hoping that nobody would be hurt during this raid.

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