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    [align=center]Violeteyes seated herself near the border, her thick, white tail resting on her paws, as her amethyst eyes gazed at the territory that was oh - so - recognizable. She tilted her head to the side, wondering how she would be greeted, and by whom.


    m o b i l e

    [align=center]The beautiful amethyst eyes that the female was named for lot up, as Mosaicstar approached. While Mosaicsun had caused her lots of grief, she was willing to forget all of that for the time being.


    "Mosaic...Star! Oh, I zhink zhat you know my name, and I zhink zhat you know my vuissness." She smiled softly, standing up on short legs, her thick tail waving as she gazed at the familiar form of Masie.

    [align=center]Violeteyes half hadn't wanted to return - her beloved Kryptonitestreak , or Russetcloud as she preferred had passed, and the only thing that had drawn her in once again was her kits.


    "Violeteyes? Last time I checked, zhat vas indeed my name!" She purred, her pleasant accent ringing out as she spoke, shaking out her white pelt so that a gentle amount of snow lightly fell from her thick pelt.

    [align=center]The small female tilted her head to the side, her amethyst eyes glimmering curiously. She had personally never met Kimberland, but she was always open to meeting new members of the clan that she had been a part of for so long. However, Masie had already asked the question that she herself would have asked, so she remained quiet, and seated herself near the elader.

    [align=center]The soft white female tilted her head to the side, smiling. She could tell it was Mosaicstar, because the scent of the silver female still lingered on her pony body, and she seated herself nearby, giggling.


    "Nice body!" She told her daughter-in-law, flicking her thick white tail.

    [align=center]Violeteyes! My first roleplayed character. She's a domestic, white female, named after her violet colored eyes. She was a paladin in the past, but is now just a normal warrior.


    Violeteyes is open to -
    Apprentices
    Friends
    Threads
    Romance ( Iffy )
    And more! Just ask!


    Violeteyes is closed to -
    Rape
    Litters
    One night stands
    Enemies
    Deaths


    Plot away, my snowy friends!

    [align=center]The fluffy female's amethyst eyes glimmered as she gazed at Pastelpaw and Vanillacub. She had never met them either, and had been gone for about two months, and it was obvious there was a lot she had missed.


    "Greetings, you two!" She purred, her friendly voice like silk. "I'm Violeteyes, or Vi if you prefer - I've been a part of Blizzardclan since last June, and have been gone for about two moons."


    She then looked to Mosaicsun, casting her a smile. Or Mosaicstar. She had long time ago realized that it wasn't your fault whom you loved - and Mosaicsun had loved Krypt, and... Well, he had loved her back - so he had left Vi for Masie, and while Violeteyes had been depressed - the love of her life had left her, - she had never blamed Masie. Besides, how could you stay mad at someone who was your daughter in law?


    [b]"It's an honor to be back, and serve under you... Mosaicstar."

    [align=center]The soft, white, form of Violeteyes was honestly very glad to be back. She had missed Blizzardclan, and though she had been gone for quite some time now, she was glad to see that at least some of the older members recognized her. A lot had obviously happened in her time gone, and she was eager to catch up on the hustle and bustle that was Blizzardclan.


    She was emerging from her den, shaking out her pelt, loving the feeling of single snowflakes melting on her fur, and in the form of water, beading down her pelt. This was her home, after all - she would never feel at home anywhere else.