Posts by SWEETOPHELIA.

Candy. It was a bit of a "basic" name, but much to Sweetophelia's surprise, it fitted the dark feline quite well. Arriving on the scene after Pierce, the BlizzardClan leader settled near her clanmates, her pale lilac eyes widening slightly in interest as she regarded the seemingly ageless animal. Her scent itself was alluring enough - it was of no surprise to anyone that Sweetophelia would possess a sweet tooth - but there was something in the confident way Candyass carried herself that struck Sweetophelia. "That's fine," the pale grey lioness agreed easily with Pierce's response. Visitors were common enough in BlizzardClan. "You going through a tour of all the clans?" In her youth, she had toyed with the idea of becoming a wanderer herself, but given her new jaded outlook on the clans and the dumb cunts that inhabited them, Sweetophelia preferred isolation in her future retirement.

A returning BlizzardClanner? Given the fact that she had lived in BlizzardClan since before Tama was leader, having left and returned by the time the winged serval took leadership, it was difficult for Sweetophelia to recall every former BlizzardClanner she had come into contact with immediately. Nevertheless when Pierce spoke Aurora's name aloud, she found herself regarding the large-eared creature with familiar eyes. "Of course you're free to return," the BlizzardClan leader spoke up. "Sweetophelia Targaryen," the pale lioness added a polite reintroduction. It had been many months - almost a year soon - since she herself had taken leadership in BlizzardClan.

we haven't done a follow spree since month and we have so many new faces in the clan - if you want to follow your clanmates' activity in your dashboard and get some followers too, feel free to post here with your sub!

"Tigerlily is demoted." The male had been a promising individual with prospects in both the traditional hierarchy and medical, but he hadn't been seen in over a week. "If he returns and works hard, he can re-earn his position." She was confident in his capability, should he put himself to the task. "Iselotta and Albion, I'll like to see both of you around the clan more often."

"In other news, Huff, you're welcome to step up to the rank of Paladin Trainee if you wish." Smiling briefly, the BlizzardClan leader continued, "And shout-outs go to Billy, Ezekiel, Ska'arq, and Summersolstice." Summersolstice was a newer member with potential, and Sweetophelia was glad to be seeing consistency from some of the older faces in the clan.

"To my high positions team, thanks for keeping up the good work, especially to you: Pierce, Jacob, Jerseyboy." Allowing for a quick pause for congratulations, the BlizzardClan leader added her final announcement. "Iselotta and the medic team are keeping an eye out for a new addition to the medic team, so feel free to participate should you be interested, the link is included down below. Meeting dismissed."

OOC | Iron Chains // MEDIC TRAINING

Queen-of-Thorns has entered the chatroom

Queen-of-Thorns: I'm more of a dog person tbh

Her whiskers drooping under the weight of a stubborn raindrop that held on for a few seconds before letting go and releasing on the soil below with a silent plop, Sweetophelia was sitting under a tall tree with a thin scattering of leaves. Summer was truly past now, and the presence of autumn was impossible to ignore: cold, dreary rain and harsh winds. Her features set in a stern line, the BlizzardClan leader suddenly rose to stand. But she wasn't very inclined on returning to camp at the moment.

Queen-of-Thorns is no longer idle

Queen-of-Thorns: i can't speak for cats

Queen-of-Thorns: but

Queen-of-Thorns: i always heard that dogs can sense evil intentions

Queen-of-Thorns: //eyes @ghost boy

Queen-of-Thorns: cat people @APerson

Queen-of-Thorns: they are a weakness on the species

Sweetophelia turned, her pale lilac eyes alit with a vague trace of recognition She hadn't known Cosmicpaw very well before the young girl had departed from BlizzardClan. But there was one moment of interaction that she could recall if she thought hard enough. Matty had been there, hadn't he? She could no longer recall if Tama had been decreased at the time, but Cosmicpaw had been angry by something then. After all of the months, all of the drama, it was difficult to easily recollect events long gone and past, especially once she had laid them to rest, believing that they would no longer be relevant in the future.

"Cosmicpaw," the BlizzardClan leader returned the quiet greeting, her head tilting forward in a slight nod. "I'm glad you feel so. To be honest, I didn't think I would ever see you again. What brought you back?" Had Cosmicpaw hoped that Matty would return of his own accord? Had she gotten lonely and homesick? BlizzardClan was a changed clan with new faces but nevertheless it would always be home, at least to Sweetophelia.

Her fair brows rose in quiet surprise when she saw his earbuds, having been unaware of his previous preoccupation. Although Ophelia was by no means a very sensitive individual, it would hurt her own pride if she (inadvertently) caused a stranger vexation and turned their opinion (however non-existent) against her. However she was mollified by the fact that he was quick to remove his earbuds and put them away entirely, as opposed to keeping one earbud in during the conversation - a clear social indicator that she was intruding.

"The trees haven't been picked clean yet," she offered a vague answer. Her palely shaded eyes turned away, towards the sound of rustling grass, her gaze soon settling on Summer as she emerged from behind a tree, already a rather cheerful young woman. Hiding her skepticism towards the other woman's remark, Ophelia returned the greeting, "Hey there, Summer. I'm Ophelia." She hadn't initially thought it was so strange (in her own case at least), but there did seem to be quite a few people out picking apples on their own.

Their last exchange program had been done with ShadowClan. The program hadn't been very successful, at least in terms of the ShadowClanners willing to volunteer for the exchange, but it seemed that ShadowClan member-base had since stabilised. "I wouldn't be opposed," the pale lioness remarked. She didn't have very strong feelings either way, good or bad.

"How long were you thinking of running the program for? And with how many volunteers from each clan?"

Her paws leading her out of her home, the BlizzardClan leader made her way over to the centre of the campgrounds, her pale lilac eyes scanning her surroundings in a quick once-over before she opened her mouth to speak. "Members of BlizzardClan." Sweetophelia took a seat. "Please gather quickly for a clan meeting." There were already a few assorted faces gathered so she continued with her announcements within a few moments.

"The position of ambassador to HawkClan is open. If that is an opportunity you'd be interested in, feel free to apply in the ambassadorship program guide in the leader and medicine cat's den board. On another note, BlizzardClan is hosting an allied murder mystery event - if you want to participate, the link is included below." That said, she would wait a little longer for more BlizzardClanners to gather before continuing with the rest of the meeting.

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Oriental Express // ALLIED MURDER MYSTERY PARTY

Queen-of-Thorns: there's gonna be a bunch of sexy pennywises this halloween

Queen-of-Thorns: as for me, i still haven't picked out which got lady i want to dress as

"Barbara," Sweetophelia offered the younger female a polite nod in return. It was typical for Sweetophelia to regard most other animals with some varying degree of scorn or indifference, but she found the BloodClan leader to be quite pleasant company - that unfortunate business with the BloodClanner Asher aside. Her pale lilac eyes slid over to Alcibiades next. She couldn't say she approved of the Exiles leader or even liked him very much, but at least he didn't promote pedophilia or systemic rape in the same fashion the leaders of the Blackheart Rogues and the Cartel did. Her dislike for him was more of a formality than anything personal.

But she was surprised to learn that StormClan had turned neutral. StormClan had been pro-clan for so long, since before Sweetophelia herself was born that she couldn't help but regard the transition with some skepticism. "What happened to your last leader?" Whatever her name was - Sweetophelia couldn't recall, having never met her - but it seemed that she had led the small clan for quite some time. Her gaze turned on Shininglight but she said nothing, given his silence. As for the other animals present, most seemed new to their ranks or at least leaders of clans with very little interaction with BlizzardClan directly.

Sweetophelia held a great deal of faith in Aleksei. Although the deputy was still rather youthful, he was not so young when held up to Pierce or previous holders of the deputy or vice-leader ranks. Sweetophelia herself had been a fresh warrior when she was promoted to vice-leader, and even younger when she was appointed deputy. The two things that seemed to hold him back was his temper and his apparent difficulty in connecting with his clanmates in positive terms - but she was beginning to regard those traits with less and less importance as her worldview grew jaded in turn. A little danger was a great motivator every now and then. Approaching the group, the BlizzardClan leader took a neat seat beside Pierce, her expectant eyes watching the young deputy quietly.

"Coming down with a cold?" Sweetophelia's calm voice cut into the relatively quiet atmosphere - or at least it had been, before Huff's sudden sneeze. The BlizzardClan leader approached, keeping a small distance between herself and the black-and-white creature. She didn't know Huff very well by any personal standard, but on a first glance he reminded her of Jacob from time to time, a much younger Jacob.

A resignation? They were always sad, but they were preferable to demotions. "I'm sorry to see that you'll be leaving the Paladin team," Sweetophelia remarked gently, approaching after Pierce, her pale lilac eyes hanging steady as she looked over the small young dragon. "But I'm glad to hear that you'll be sticking around. It takes a lot of maturity to step back; don't feel guilty, Albion."

Still standing, Sweetophelia's pale eyes slid over to Chesspieces as the Medic Trainee suddenly emerged from the rainfall, his unusually sweet scent jumping out at her from the heavy scent of fresh earth she had become accustomed to in the weather. "Chesspieces," she returned the greeting, her voice equally quiet. "I'm fine," she answered simply. But despite her polite, typical answer, the BlizzardClan leader followed the statement with, "I don't know if you heard the news but my brother passed."

Queen-of-Thorns: *arya

Queen-of-Thorns: i'm afraid she's a cliche

Queen-of-Thorns: i much prefer anyone else tbh

Hearing a knock at her door, Sweetophelia approached the entrance, surprised to see an odd-looking feline standing outside her home. She couldn't see all of the strange video game features that was in Gameover's head and so she merely stared back at him, surprised by the silence that had followed the knock. "Hello? Did you need something?"

Queen-of-Thorns: *margaery tyrell

Queen-of-Thorns: have you never read the books you pleb

Queen-of-Thorns: rickon stark