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Francis nodded towards Whitepaw, signalling that he was accepted as well. It was fourth-wall breaking, but since his roleplayer couldn't explain it any better, it was just left to be.

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"ThunderClan, RadicalClan, BoneClan, okay!" Francis nodded to each one of them and noted it. "Four left."

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Francis nodded at Alfred, trying not to twerk in excitement. This male, a German shepherd, one of the strongest kinds of dog there was. Handsome too. He licked his lips, tilting his head thoughtfully. He wondered what would make that pristine white fur grow hot. "You, as well." As he dropped his frames, he added, "And your glasses! They add such perspicacité to yourself."

He wagged his tail. "All for you, tous les chouchous." he wuffed softly, using his muzzle to nudge the basket towards the larger canine. He lifted his head at another voice and his tail sped up a little.

The retriever tilted his head, studying this new female. British accents were so cute! Cute when it came to her, maybe more annoying with everyone else? Francis wouldn't know the true meaning of annoyance. All he knew was sexual drive interpreted another way. He hooked a glittering gold bracelet around his paw and presented it towards her.

"For whomever you are together with, le gars chanceux. Or, if you, miraculeusement, happen to not," He flashed a half-amused glance towards Alfred. "keep it as a rappel from me."

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This made been made nice and painless, with the spots filling up so quickly! "Alright." he softly wuffed at the four of them, nodding to each in turn. It was nice doing business. "I will make a guide soon, but you all can start now if you wish."

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Francis liked stalking other BlizzardClanners, especially when they were hot, transgender, and spoke French. Or rather, sang French. He was easily drawn and swayed to the music and the sound of one's voice, but he couldn't help noticing that these lyrics were a bit on the sad side. Especially the last line. 'Dying like rats' didn't fit a song about love, but he also noticed that this wasn't the traditional song. Hm.

The golden retriever stepped out of the brush around Paris' little clearing, gracefully shaking out his wavy fur to remove all of the twigs and leaves that had stuck to it. He wagged his tail at the kitsune, yawning and stretching out. "Bonjour," he murmured, coming closer and brushed up against his side like a cat's. Unlike a cat, he simply stayed in that position. "I loved your song."

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"Yes," Francis softly wuffed, sitting right besides Aoife and giving her a look. "I can enter you-- if you want." Having said all the things he wanted to say, he glanced at Alexander, wagging his tail. "It was very good song!" he agreed. He peered at Storm, chuffing with amusement. "The shot he is talking about is, I do not know, his chance." he replied, tilting his head at the Head Paladin.

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"Darling" was a nice word. Francis huffed in the delight of someone using it on him. It had been quite awhile now that he had been called it. And he liked this fox's way of speech, sounding like a storybook rather than a full-flowing sentence. He wasn't fluent enough in English to try it yet, but it did sound rather attractive in the low keen of Paris'.

"You should be getting an au-di-ence then." he remarked, tilting his head thoughtfully, stumbling over the unfamiliar word. He knew compliments, so "audience" must be a good thing. He noted his name, Pairs. It was a nice place for a nice being. "Je m'appelle Francis Bonnefoy. It is more than a pleasure to meet you." he added, inclining his head towards the larger(?) creature.

"Where do you come from, incidemment?" he asked. He spoke/sang French-- surely he must come from France! He was even named Paris! It would be a joy to have yet another Frenchcreature in BlizzardClan.

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/Yup! I think you'll do fine c:

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Francis glanced at Çelina, half amused, half annoyed that she had stolen what he was going to say. She was right though. "Shearde is a formidable name, fitting for someone like you." he trilled, stepping closer and admiringly brushing up against the shards of glass that made up her pelt. "You are, like you said, no doubt accepted. I am Francis Bonnefoy-- welcome to BlizzardClan." The golden retriever wagged his tail.

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"Hm." Francis arrived, cocking his head. A disease? He hoped that the ShadowClanners would stay safe. He also noted Matthew's distress-- he had sympathy for the concern of his own species. For Francis, it was the French. For Matthew, it seemed, it was the sha creatures. He stepped forwards, attempting to gently press his side into the younger creature's. "You are excused of your ambassador duties until Monroe reports back." He looked around, making sure that he had the authority to do this.

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[size=8]The ambassador program was created to maintain good relations with all of BlizzardClan's allies. Gifts, friendly pranks, or even just visits and talks must be delivered once a week to the Clan of the ambassador. If an ambassador is inactive, such as not doing their job for three weeks without a notice, then they will be replaced. There is only be one ambassador for every Clan.

Try to post your weekly threads here so I can keep track of them!

BloodClan
Ambassador: Truepup

BoneClan
Ambassador: OPEN

ColouredClan
Ambassador: Zero

HawkClan
Ambassador: Whitepaw

ScarClan
Ambassador: Babyblue

ShadowClan
Ambassador: Lostboy

StellarClan
Ambassador: Francis

SunClan
Ambassador: Çelina

The Rebellion of Terminus
Ambassador: Lucina

The Rift
Ambassador: Helix

The Skulls
Ambassador: OPEN

ThunderClan
Ambassador: Blaine

Westeros
Ambassador: Storm

WindClan
Ambassador: Wisteriagarden

I'll try to keep this updated as regularly as I can!
The guide and the whole program was based off of ShadowClan's so credit to them + guide layout was based off of Tohsaka's so credit to her!

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Yay memes! cx he could be hopelessly confused by Francis in the romance thing because Francis will endlessly flirt and make innuendos with him

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Francis could accept anyone for what they were. He could look at a sack of shit and admire how the trashbag fit it's bodice quite nicely. "You are welcome!" he chuffed, staying where he was. He was testing her limits, seeing if she was comfortable at being in close proximity with him. Right now she seemed slightly nervous, but he emitted a soothing aura. "It is more than a pleasure to have you here." Why was everyone looking at him like that? It wasn't like there was anything wrong with what he was doing.

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whoops this is late but yEAH CONFUSED INNUENDOS TIME
who makes the thread?

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Francis happened to like sharks. Of course, he happened to like anything but right now, seeing Sharkpaw, he realized his affections for sharks. He liked the way those fins sailed high out of the water while attacking, like a red flag, and how swiftly they swam, like cutting through water. He would like to get his paws on one and just rub himself against it, but for now, he could only make do with a catfish.

"Bonjour!" the golden retriever cheerfully greeted, stepping forwards (probably over Sharkpaw's boundaries as well) and rubbing his flank against the others. "Je suis Francis Bonnefoy-- it is more than a pleasure to have you here!"

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Francis sometimes contemplated Sojourner's thoughts as well. He had eaten and molested many things and creatures before, not all of them sentient. At least, not sentient enough to tell him to stop. He wondered if they had voices, if they had anything sacred. Everything was simultaneously sacred and not sacred to Francis. Perhaps it was the Clans, civilized so, that gifted creatures intelligence and powers.

"Well then, welcome to BlizzardClan!" the retriever repeated, wagging his tail. It was pretty boring, wasn't it, having so many greet you with the same thing? "Je suis Francis Bonnefoy. By the way, did you make your crown by yourself? I think you look like a flower prince." He beamed.

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There had been war? Well, Francis would have never figured it out by himself. "...alright." he sleepily murmured. He was too blinded by affection to ever consider fighting for it, but he guessed if that was what it took, he would do it. As long as the goal was worth more than the work. But his loyalty was to Tama, so he trotted forwards.

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Francis padded in after the tiny serval, glancing her way for a second before falling back. He decided on who he should try to hurt. Maybe the very strong ones? He could weaken them for everyone else, yes. Huh. He didn't want to hurt anyone with morals or beauty. Beauty came from the inside, by the way, although ugly things still held a slight distaste.

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"I would not want to be a pain in her ass. Maybe a pleasure in her ass. Or yours." he added, winking. Francis raised his imaginary eyebrows at the both of them. Maybe he was being serious, maybe not. It was their calls. His tail swept with simple happiness as she accepted his personal gift, even if she hadn't been paying attention.

Something else he had wanted to say? "Yes, of course..." he responded, genially shaking his head out to clear all the bits of mental fluff. "In BlizzardClan, we have created an embassy program, in order to strengthen bonds between our Clans. This just means that I will come every week and bring something to you all, like these!" He beamed and swept his paw over the gift basket.

He observed the two creatures that wandered over next. A floppy-eared canine with another cool set of glasses and a silvery stallion. The retriever turned towards the latter, and gave him a wag of his tail. He gently pushed the wicker over towards him with a paw. "Hm. You are shiny as well, but you are not *. Take what you would like!"

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yall are noted + here's mine
https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2367812.0

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