Posts by OLIVE

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Fun and exciting? She was all for that. "Okay. Like what?"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]She blinked as she came up. The very unicorn she had freed...was exiled? Oh dear. She stayed silent, though she did have tears in her eyes as she glanced at Ivylee.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]She nodded. "Please do, Cainsmark." Her gaze drifted back to Ace. She wondered why the other Houses wouldn't be happy with battling Greyjoys. Maybe they had small numbers too.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]"That's good." She gave a brief nod. It was nice to see one member liked it here.

(ack sorry for the late response!)

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]She pondered for a bit. She did need some...serenity after all that had happened recently. "Let's go cloud-watching." she decided, giving a small nod and a small smile.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]She marched up to him. "If you give us the Orb, it will be spared. Otherwise...you give me no choice but to allow Sylmae to break the Orb entirely, rending you powerless. NOW CHOOSE!" she barked, a growl escaping her lips. She had no patience for Ghoulian's antics--she wanted him gone.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Olive settled beside her and angled her head up to the sky. This was very serene indeed. After a few moments she asked, "Is this your favorite spot for cloud-watching?"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Ms. O arrived first, stretching her hind legs as she walked. "Greetings. What's your name and business?" she inquired, tilting her head. This guy she didn't know and carried a Clan scent she had never smelled before. Unless her memory was failing her, again.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Why was it Ms. O could never do these on Sundays when she had to? Well, tomorrow her roleplayer would be super-busy, but still. "Attention Rifters! Gather for a meeting!" she called, her tail wagging slowly as she sat down, waiting for people to arrive.

Sticky please!

I LOVE THAT NIGHT LIFE BABY | MEETING

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Olive padded up. "Hello, your name and business with BlizzardClan?" she barked, scenting WindClan, though she did not know the male in front of her. Oh wait...now she remembered. He was there when Jonathan denied her alliance request. Yep, now she remembered. Still, she would wait for an answer to the "business" part.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]"Thank you for the gifts." she commented as she padded up. She remembered ShadowClan distinctively...maybe she should try for a triple-membership. Ha.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Well, wasn't Olive late. "I'm here to learn...could you repeat your instructions again, Lottie?" the vixen inquired as she came to a halt in front of the dummies. They looked...odd. But no worries.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]For once Olive wasn't pacing around, or crazy-stressed. She was relaxed and getting some much-needed sleep.

Yawning as she woke up, she smiled as she felt the breeze ripple through her fur. Ever since Hope had been exiled Olive had put her on the back burner. Had it been Oprah...totally different story.

"Spring is here!" SHE woofed happily, in high spirits as she laid down and gazed at the bright blue sky. It felt almost like she could touch a cloud. Almost. Maybe, if she ever grew wings...she could.

The first one?

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Oh. Jonathan stepped down? And they were inviting them to a feast. "If we can go, I'd be happy to come. Congratulations, Henry." She gave a single nod. She was about to offer herself up for giving advice but that would make her seem too...pompous.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]She narrowed her eyes. "Then walk. Walk through the mirror Julian is trapped in and set him free, or you will have more than just hell to pay from me." Her voice was cold, stern. She glanced at her Clanmates. She was keeping everyone safe. That was what mattered.

Hey guys! Meeting is up :P

ALSO CONGRATS TINY AND PYRE
A MATCH MADE IN FERALFRONT HEAVEN

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]She inhaled and exhaled before shifting her brown eyes toward Sweetophelia. "Not yet. But I think I'm just going to stop fretting about Hope and the Rift and Ghoulian for a while and just...relax." Then Etherealpaw spoke, and she turned to her. "Why? Aren't you tired of snow?"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 75%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]She cleared her throat. It was time to begin her announcements. "First off, a warm welcome to all new Rifters. Come see me, Ms. O, in my den if you have any questions or ideas."

"We are aiding Westeros into driving off the Greyjoys that have infested one of the houses and kidnapped members. Cainsmark will be leading it and I will have the link up when it's ready." She needed to sharpen her skills anyhow.

"I am considering holding S/HP meetings when we fill the ranks. Keep an eye out for those in the future."

"Ambassadors, if you have not visited your Clans please do so, and let Cainsmark know so he can update the list." Allies were crucial for a thriving Clan like this.

"I'd like to promote Cainsmark to either a Consultant, Physician or a Sentinel. Take your pick. Vulpes, Ghostnation, and Grayarea, you may all step up to Squires. Shout-outs go to Desdemona and Wiccannights. Both of you are right on track to being promoted." Cainsmark had done a wonderful job with the ambassador list and maintaining upkeep of the Clan when Ms. O was absent. And Vulpes, Grayarea and Ghostnation had been active around the Clan a lot lately. Same with Wiccannights and Desdemona. The group was thriving and the vixen was overjoyed.

"If anyone is also up to making badges for high positions, PM Alpha. She's not artistic in the slightest."

"I would also like more events to be held, both Clan-wide and including allies. If you have an idea, don't hesitate to bring it to me. I will be holding a mass adoption very soon so watch out for that."

And finally, the big announcement. She took a deep breath. "When I came here the second time, Morningharbor led. She eventually went blind but led her Clan even when it was declining. But that wasn't the only thing that declined: her depression did too. Depressed that everyone she had loved left her, she eventually...stepped down. I think it's safe to say that Morningharbor would be proud of all of you. Activity has really stepped up, and I cannot be more proud. Thank you all."

"If I missed anything, do tell me. Meeting dismissed."