SUBJECTS OF YMIR — MEETING

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

    Striding out of her home, Sweetophelia made her way towards the centre of the BlizzardClan camp, her pale lilac eyes gleaming as she looked over the assorted BlizzardClanners milling about the campgrounds. "Members of BlizzardClan," she spoke up. "Please gather promptly for a clan meeting."


    Watching as more animals began turning towards her, moving closer to take a seat or pausing in their daily activities, the BlizzardClan leader seated herself, her tail draping neatly over her paws. "Firstly the winners of Jacob's cooking contest will be announced shortly - winners will receive custom accolades and the Adventurer title. In other news, WindClan has invited us to a pool party so feel free to go visit if that's something you're interested in. The link's included down below." As always, more announcements would soon follow.


    OOC | summertime sadness. (OPEN + POOL PARTY)


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    credit goes to lingerie

  • Jerseyboy gathered for the meeting in a short post because his roleplayer was falling asleep. He had already attended both of the events mentioned. Huh, good for him.


  • Pierce was next to arrive, a small yawn leaving his maw as he found a seat near the edge of the currently-small crowd and perked his ears toward Sweetophelia to listen. There would be the winners of the cooking contest announced soon, and she also mentioned the party Bo had come to notify them of, something the vice-leader was definitely planning on attending. With a small nod and a smile, he waited to hear what else Sweet had to say.


    //mobile

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  • Like a grumpy old man Zeke approached with a limp, frown drooping and narrowed eyes on lock. "Yeah," he said, rubbing his eyes, looking absolutely exhausted. Depression was whooping his ass.

    des perles de pluie

  • ? ✧ ? — Now it was time for Doug to arrive. The cooking contest was something he hadn't really taken seriously, as both of his dishes included something deep fried. It was more fun having people smile as they tasted your dish, so that's why he decided on the simple dish of poutine, because it wasn't too extravagant nor bland. But still, winning that contest would be a very pleasant surprise, but he thought that Jerseyboy deserved the prize more than anyone else. That was one of the events Sweet had mentioned. As a beaver, a pool party sounded awesome. His species was meant for living in the water anyway.


    As always, Sweet had some more announcements about demotions and promotions up her sleeve, including the victor of the cook-off, so he patiently waited alongside the rest of them.



    CURRENT BODY - NORTH AMERICAN BEAVER


    Thinking "Speaking" Attacking

  • Short on the list of political announcements today, though it was nice to hear that they had a new allied event. Maybe she'd go to it, for once, though she hadn't quite made up her mind. In any case, the maine coon weaved her way through the crowd for a suitable place to sit, her tail flicking gently on the ground as she waited for the rest of the announcements.

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  • A wide yawn split the female's narrow visage as she prowled through the crowd, searching for the best place to sit. It was a long night and she would much rather still be in bed, but it would reflect badly on her if she missed another meeting. Although Jerseyboy was present, she avoided looking at him for she was still upset about him spiriting Jacob away without telling them. So rather than sitting near her boyfriend, she settled beside Lottie, patiently awaiting the continuation of the announcements.


  • ★ ★ ★the serval approached the gathering with a tired expression lacing her features. emmaline took a curt seat close to pierce and awaited the rest of the announcements.


    "Speech."

    OH, IT'S MORNING IN AMERICA!




  • paint me in trust

    jacob wickliff / blizzardclan & medic trainee / male [♀] / tags

    *:・゚✦ Jacob would arrive quietly, making his way a little bit through the crowd until he spotted someone he'd be comfortable sitting next too. For today's meeting, that person, or rather those people, were Lottie and Imperia. He was sort of scared they were still mad at him for having Jersey drag him all the way to Sunclan but they'd have to get over it eventually, right? It wasn't like he'd died or gotten hurt or anything. Everything was fine.

  • Why, oh why, did this meeting have to be so early in the morning? The insomniac boy had finally closed his eyes to shield his mind from the woes of daily life, when politics and events were being called out at the rest of the clan. Joining in the chorus of yawns as he stumbled over, it was clear he wasnt faring well, what with a recent attempt to overdose, and now his suspiciously close friend was probably upset with him and awfully wounded. Enough about his news stories, he had to focus. Idly gnawing on the inside of his cheek, Beck watched his peers instead of staring up at Sweet, only waiting for the next set of announcements.

  • and if the stars collide, will you relieve my soul?

    Aleksei was disappointed not to see his twin there. It would save him the effort of picking a spot on where to sit. The paladin commander made a soft rumbling sound in the back of his mouth before deciding on an area near the outskirts and he slipped over there to settle down. The announcements didn't pertain too much to him so he just made a small affirmative grunt.

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  • A BEAUTY STRONG AND CLEAR/ No Name / Blizzardclan / They/Them / Sphinx

    They had started to learn language, only about a few words now, but that was no where near mastering the tongue so everything the woman spoke was gibberish. The only reason why the nomad was present was because everyone else seemed to have gathered, and in order to morph into the crowd, they approached the scene as well.



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  • //retro to attack


    Jeez, he hadn't realized the meeting was up. They came and went so fast. The little dragon squeezed into the crowd and paused before taking a seat next to Beck.


    ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD



  • i'll be your best friend

    london reynolds / blizzardclan & paladin / female [] / tags

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    *:・゚✦ London would quickly make her way to the meeting, her eyes groggy and her fur standing up in some places. From the looks of it, one could assume she'd just rolled out of bed, and they would most certainly be correct. The young paladin had been asleep until she'd somehow managed to hear the call for the meeting, and now she was hurrying over, hoping she wouldn't be too late. As she approached the gathering crowd, London's mind seemed to wake up, and she soon realized how disheveled her appearance was. Sitting down around the edge of the crowd the girl would quickly smooth her fur before making her way over to Jacob and the rest of the medic team. She would smile at Lottie for one quick moment before she greeted Jacob in the same manor. Then her attention would make it's way over to Sweet, where it would remain, probably until the meeting was over.