STAY WOKE — MEETING

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

    Striding out of her hut, Sweetophelia's paws took her to the centre of the campgrounds, from where she typically called for meetings. Seating herself, her tail falling over her neatly placed paws, the lioness spoke up, "Members of BlizzardClan, gather for a clan meeting." There were already a few members gathered in camp but more would arrive after her call.


    "Firstly the position of ambassador Westeros is now open; feel free to apply in the ambassadorship program guide in the leader and medicine cat's board if you are interested," the BlizzardClan leader informed her clanmates, nodding softly as she spoke. "Secondly, we're looking to implement a buddy system at some point, see how well that pans out and if it's a success, we'll keep it going. For now, there's a thread in the OOC board where we can bounce ideas off one another for what we might like to see in such a system. The link's included below."


    "BlizzardClan also has a group Skype, so if you're interested in joining, feel free to post in the Skype sign-ups thread. The OOC community onsite more active however, so don't be concerned about missing out if you don't have Skype," Sweetophelia continued speaking, her tail twitching. "In other news, the August Choice Awards results have been announced - feel free to request an accolade if you've won or stick around to congratulate the winners. The link's also included down below."


    OOC |

    buddy system idea thread

    blizzardclan skype sign-ups

    2017 AUG CHOICE AWARDS RESULT [REQUEST ACCOLADE HERE]


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    credit goes to lingerie

    👍 ✧ 👍 — Doug was there to hear the mostly ooc-related announcements. Rip.



    CURRENT BODY - NORTG AMERICAN BEAVER


    Thinking "Speaking" Attacking

    Meetings always came by so quickly. Rajahcrowns could've sworn that just yesterday Sweetophelia had stood, announcing things to the clan. Time sure did fly, especially when the tiger kept himself busy throughout the week. Striding over to the meeting place, the massive wildcat seated himself down and raised his head to glance at Sweet, listening to her give the usual ooc announcements first. He nodded his head in understanding, staying seated as he had been present during enough meetings to know that more announcements would come soon. He just had to wait.

    Pierce was one of the first to pad over, amber visionaries sweeping over the crowd as he searched for someone to sit beside. When he found nobody in particular, he settled down at the edge of the steadily growing group of gathered animals, a bit more steadily than usual, having gotten the hang of balancing himself with little to no use of his right leg. Ears perked forward, he listened quietly to Sweet's announcements. She mentioned an ambassador opening, which he may be interested in, along with something to do with a buddy system, which sounded fun. The other announcements caused his mind to drift a bit, though when she finished he focused back on her, awaiting the rest of what she had to say.


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    CHESSPIECES.

    blizzardclan / medic trainee / male [♂]


    Chesspieces had arrived shortly after Pierce. The white tom-cat took a seat as close as he could to the meeting. Most of the announcements so far would things he had been aware of. So the trainee brought his tail to warp around his paws, awaiting any other news that Sweetophelia would make.

    Another meeting? Already? Crowds discomfort her, set her on edge, but she braves the watchful eyes and cacaphonous noise if only to uphold her responsibility to the clan. Besides, Imperia can see the black and white figure of Jerseyboy up ahead. His presence enboldens her. A narrow, willowy frame bobs and weaves through the assorted individuals, carefully picking the path of least resistance to the paladin commander. "Salut, mon chéri," she hums with an affectionate smile, tucking him against her so that he sat between her forelegs. Jers dislikes the size difference, but Imperia loves how small he is compared to her. She ignores the pang of guilt which plagues her heart, choosing to forget what she plans to do and what he might think of her once she does it. No, she does not want to linger on this topic. She needs to be happy. Happy, happy, happy so they never suspect a thing.


    i'll be your best friend

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

    *:･ﾟ✦ A light smile would form at London's maw at the call for a meeting. It seemed she'd managed to arrive relatively early this time, not all that many faces were here yet. The clouded leopard would gaze at those who had arrived, wondering who she might want to sit by, or if she should sit by herself at least until Jacob came to join her. She wanted the boy to sit by his friends, so her paws carried the girl over to Jerseyboy, but she stopped as Imperia sat on him. Or wait no, that's not what happened. Blue eyes squinted slightly and the albino saw that the tudexo feline had indeed not been squished by the rump of the medic. Breathing a quiet sigh, the child decided to carry herself away from the two and towards Chesspieces instead. He was the meany who destroyed her soda, but he wasn't all that bad she supposed. "Speech."

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

    Aleksei settled down somewhere quietly, his eye narrowed. Westeros ambassador opened? Well, that actually reminded him to visit ShadowClan again at some point, though, to be honest, ShadowClan was getting a tad boring in general. He listened to the rest of the announcement, his opinions neutral.

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    paint me in trust

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

    *:･ﾟ✦ Jacob would arrive behind the others, scanning the crowd before making his way beside London, a light smile on his maw as he looked towards her before turning his gaze back towards Sweetophelia.

    He generally didn't care for the first part of the announcements. That stuff was usually dull, but then when he thought about it, he didn't care for the latter anymore either. It was the same shit, just the comings and goings of strangers and acquaintances. Mundane. Though he thought of the weekly meetings in this perspective, it wouldn't keep the dark furred kitsune from attending each and everyone of them. It would look bad if he missed one, he knew how important presence was in the political world. But hell, even the game of politics was boring to him now. What stopped him from stepping down? Well his lack of faith in the capabilities of the others to put it bluntly. Some of the aspiring creatures were problematic. Speaking of problematic, the vulpes would quietly make his way to his brother, offering the male a nudge of greeting before his attention flickered to his mother.

    THERE'S A FIRE THAT BURNS INSIDE

    IT'S AN INSTINCT THAT NEVER LIES | TAGS | 8/26/17

    As Lottie's roleplayer was currently being tackled by two young boys, she tracked this meeting in a lame post, joining the crowd at the edge, towards the back where she could see, where she sat and waited quietly for the rest of the announcements.

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    Fadingmoon

    BlizzardClan Deputy.

    11 months old.
    Current body: Domestic feline.
    Art done by Desmond.
    Played by Frostsoul~

    Fadingmoon padded forward at the call of a meeting. She listened idly as the first announcements were made, some happenings and whatnot. Nothing really exciting. Her gaze roamed over the crowd gathering and rested on Mie for a brief second, in which she flashed him a smile, before moving on. Soon enough they rested on Sweets again, patiently waiting.

    I AM MY MOTHER'S CHILD

    hennessy / blizzardclan / male [♂] / tags & information

    *:･ﾟ✦ He was late, wasn't he? Or was he just early? Hennessy wasn't sure, there weren't many people at the gathering. He was aware what the meetings were for now, since he found that he was 2 months old and felt rather mature. Meh. Resting himself, the boy felt rather tired from the previous night's nightmare.


    "Speech."

    He didn't want to be in public, like, at all. He looked like hell, unironically. Beck was bruised and scratched all over, was still drooling drain cleaner for God knows why, and the cherry on top was the sizeable hole that had been speared through his size. He stilled showed up because he was, uh, deputy? Yeah, deputy. A rank whose role was lost on his unstable mind, but it seemed important to them. Settling himself down at the edge, he listened in to Sweet's announcements while staring dejectedly at the ground. Nothing about what she said directly matter to him, so he sighed and rested his chin between his paws and waited.