Posts by ISELOTTA

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Iselotta only smiled at his short answers, used to them, and never expecting she would get much more out of the panther. Though she hoped that him teaching her, and being a part of the masquerade would force him to open up a little more. "Thank you, Monsieur. I knew you would always be truthful of your promises," she answered, dipping her head to him. She could respect him for that little fact, at the very least. Though she would most likely disapprove of his skull design, she was unaware of his plans; and at least it got him excited for something at all. "So... Were do we start?"

/rushed sorry

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Iselotta had learned to bake on her own, though her father had shown her the basics, he never was a fantastic cook. Her many smashed eggs and splattered kitchen walls in flour, chocolate, and who knows what else had given way to her now teaching Eren, or at least instructing him on how he could help. "Oh wonderful, Monsieur!" she exclaimed cheerfully at his agreement to help, grinning as if the idea of him willing to bake alongside her had made her day entirely.

"Yes, Monsieur! I'll figure out the peanut butter while you add that... and then I will leave you to mix, since I fear I'll end up flinging the bowl on the ground if I tried," she added with a little laugh aimed at herself, reaching for the half-cup measure as she dragged the jar of peanut butter closer. She could just scoop out twice so he could use the whole cup. She allowed him to go first, then, with a small bit of fumbling with her large paws, she scooped up the proper amount of peanut butter into the bowl for Eren to mix all together. "And there you are!

Noting: I will most likely always be inactive on Friday's. I have violin 12-5, but I usually get ready around 11, and don't get back to posting after dinner around 6 or 7.

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At the call for a meeting, Iselotta padded up with a soft smile on her face, flicking her tail over her paws as she sat to listen. The titles surely were interesting- though there were a lot. It would be interesting to see who would earn that 'Hero' title first. It sounded like a lot of fun, and a good goal to set for a lot of their members. As her name was called in thanks for becoming an Ambassador, she bowed her head politely. She was happy to do it. But then Mie and Alastor were called out for titles, and she couldn't help but to search them out in the crowd of their Clanmates to send him a congratulating smile. It was especially nice to see that Alastor had gotten some recognition- and good recognition for once, for that fact. Maybe he was beginning to change.

"Congratulations!" she called out to those that were promoted. Germancius and Storm she had seen around a lot; they would fit as Trainee's very well. And Pierce! Well, she couldn't help but to feel a little bit of pride for their new young Vice-Leader! So many accomplishments for the young cat in such a short time. Iselotta almost felt like a mother, fawning over her little one's art scribbles. But she couldn't help it. She was proud of all of her Clanmate's accomplishments. But her bit of cheer dropped softly at the mention of the Cartel. Yet Lottie has yet to return from her own torture *cough* It was unfortunate, and she bowed her head slightly. "Understood." They were dangerous. They'd have to keep an eye out.

--retro to capture

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Iselotta padded up behind Wisteria and Pierce; unlike them, she didn't know this cat, but the French wildcat would sit and flick her tail over her paws, offering a warm smile and a nod of her head in greeting. "Bonjour! I know I would love to attend an event!" she chimed in, but as Pierce, per usual, had everything under control as if it were no more than discussing the weather, no matter the situation, she sat quietly for his answer with a smile, regarding her fellow Medic Trainee with a soft nod of acknowledgement.

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Iselotta walked up curiously as she noticed a crowd beginning to form, peering gently over Sweets shoulder as she saw most were eyeing a portrait that she had in her paws. The wildcat's head tilted softly as she realized it was Sweets and her family; a rather beautiful image, painted with a finer hand than Iselotta could ever possess. "My, my, Pierce! What a wonderful job, Monsieur! Did I hear you say you had paintings for everyone?" her tone was a joking disbelief, wondering how long the little Vice-leader had been working on them, but still managing to fulfill all his other tasks. Pierce defiantly impressed her, that was for sure. "Oh, and one of Eren, too! These are beautiful pieces!" she chimed as she joined the group, glancing to the painting that Eren had with him.

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Iselotta was never one to turn down tea, almost a daily ritual that the French panther had a cup for herself in the morning or at night, which quickly got her wandering up to the table that Pierce had set up. Though she was a little late, judging by Riddlers, Wisteria, and Sweets already there, she offered a smile as she bowed her head in respect to all of them before she spoke. "I hope I'm not too late to join? Tea and riddles sounds a wonderful way to spend an afternoon with friends."

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Iselotta was simply out and about- she had no real rhyme or reason for being by the river today, but it was always nice to get a change of scenery. Tilting her head curiously as she saw the group, she approached with a warm, almost motherly smile, as she waited for Pierce to introduce himself before the Panther did herself. "Bonjor, Orchid, yes? I am Iselotta Daaé, the other Medic Trainee. It's nice to meet you."

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Iselotta approached as well, perhaps drawn in by Alastor's usally gruff voice, followed by Pierce and Wisteria. She heard the voice of the stranger as well, frowning softly as he described his perdicament. Before even daring to approach the group, she veered off of her path to fetch some sort of food for him. It was quick, but it would do while they figured out who this stranger was and what more they could do for them.

A basket in her jaws, she turned back and stepped up to the group, noting with a soft smile that Wisteria had already gotten the man a blanket. Lottie always thought the younger Medical Trainee to be nothing but a sweet little rose, and she always knew that Pierce was kind and welcoming. Still, as she took a spot within the group, she made sure to keep her voice quiet and warm, knowing that five of them suddenly appearing was no doubt a little overwhelming. "Here," she murmured softly as she set the little basket of food down. "You may have something to eat while you explain. I am Iselotta."

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Lottie had heard the rage of battle long before she came upon it. Then, she smelled the retreating wafts of the Cartel, her eyes narrowing as her task was abandoned, turning sharply on her heels as she bolted for the noises raging on. Within the next few minutes, she was upon Alastor. Her eyes went wide, but her posture was calm. His guard was dead; that much was clear. Though she hated to see the stain of crimson upon the white snow, she knew there was nothing she could do for that man to help him now. Then her gaze turned to Alastor, seeing the scratches before she saw his mask-less face. He was standing; that was good, and his wounds didn't seem serious.

"Alastor, are you-" her words cut off in a bit of a squeak as she looked up to his face, finally seeing it without the mask. The twisted face, horribly deformed beyond words. But to hide her hesitation, she took a small step in, getting her expression to soften along with her voice. "Are you okay?" her gaze idly scanned the ground for his mask, but she couldn't spot it easily within the snow as the ivory color of it blended in. She wasn't sure what to make of his face either. It had caught her off guard, yes, and it was... well, no nice way to say it- unnerving to look at. But then that feeling turned to pity, then back to confusion. It was a terrible situation, but his old scars could be forgotten. What was far more important was a dead NPC, and Alastor, who had apparently fought off his attacker.

She was waiting for a verbal answer to show her that he wasn't in shock, but she moved around him to start inspecting his scratches, debating if any needed pressure put on them or not. Still, she scooped up a small bit of snow into her paws to gently wipe along the scratches to clean them.

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Here it was, the big Masquerade! Well, at least it was right around the corner. They couldn't have a masquerade without preparations, and Iselotta wasn't going to do all the planning herself. She was always one to try and get her family involved, and what better way than to have everyone be able to make their own Masquerade masks and costumes? Lottie almost had an entire workshop set up. On one table, there was a million different mask-making materials and tools. Some masks were pre-made plastic casts; some plain white or black, others patterned. There was also lace, face casts for those that were adventurous, puffy glue, a rotary cutter (basically a like a pizza cutter for fabric and stuff). There was also some quick-dry glue, feathers, glitter, sequins, fake gems, fake flowers, threads and ribbons and other sorts of trims, paints, brushes, just about every sort of material one could ever want for making a costume.

On another table was lots of pre-made costumes, like one might expect to find from a costume shop, at least on one half. On the other, there were various sewing patterns tailored towards animals, along with a large variety of fabrics to choose from for what whatever one chose. And on yet another table, to keep things tidy, was the actual sewing machine and pins for those that were adventurous and crafty to make their own- or get help on making. Iselotta would be more than happy to help anyone in that task.

And finally on one final table, was snacks and refreshments for everyone. It would be hard work- but they would make it fun, and they would all have a great time- she hoped. "Everyone, everyone!" Iselotta called out, the excitement brimming in her voice as she almost struggled to contain it. "If anyone is interested in making their own Masks and costumes for the Masquerade, please do come gather around and get creative! The Masquerade is just around the corner, and I would love for all of you to be able to have fun!"

[spoiler=Inspiration]

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Lottie hadn't the slightest idea of what Flag Football was either- well, not really. She thought she had maybe seen it once or twice with the flags being tied around their waists, but she couldn't be sure. But since someone had already asked for an explination of the rules, she stepped forward to grab a gray flag to tie around her upper arm- since it was a little small to tie around the panther's larger waist. "I would love to play as well."

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When BlizzardClan had some visitors from WindClan- Henry and that odd elder, Iruuk or... Well, his name was a little tricky- Iselotta had asked to make sure that Johnathon knew that she would be stopping by soon on behalf of BlizzardClan's Ambassadorship Program. True to her word, the French Wildcat was now standing at the border, looking a little more relaxed than she had her first visit. It was clear that she felt a little more confident this time around than when she had first nervously asked if they would even accept the Ambassadorship. Plus, she was excited about quite a few things she had to discuss- and perhaps even make some more Allied friends.

Unfortunately, she had forgotten to ask the first time around if she should just wait at the border, or she would be allowed within their territory and into their camp directly to relay the news; but not overstepping her bounds, she sat patiently for Johnathon or someone else.

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Iselotta straightened up as she recognized the form of the Emperor; she had to admit the elder made her slightly uncomfortable, given by his first impression and his less-than-subtle comments about her, but she smiled as she bowed her head to him and his companion. She'd give him a second shot at his impression. "Monsieur Irluuk and Vader, a pleasure to see you again," she answered softly in her honey-sweet voice. "Oh, that's quite alright. But I hope he had gotten my thanks regardless? And, ah, I forgot to ask last time I was here. I didn't want to just intrude into your camp! Perhaps if you could fetch Johnathon for me, I could ask?"

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Iselotta bowed her head in apology as she saw the scowl that was sent her way- it wasn't her place, she knew that. And she knew, at times, she often acted more of some sort of worried hen-mother or adviser than a silently-present friend, but as soon as Pierce's face relaxed into a smile, as did hers. "I try, Pierce. I apologize for bringing it up. But I do not say things lightly. Already a Deputy and you are... hardly a year old, yes? You have accomplished much, Pierce. I daresay I am impressed." Or proud, as she considered all of BlizzardClan to be her family, but she need not coddle him anymore.

Her expression lit up, nonetheless, as he accepted her invite, grinning as she picked her little basket back up. She loved tea very much, and was overjoyed to have someone to share it with. "Simply splendid, Monsieur! We can go to my hut, yes? I already have the teapot and things, so I would only have to warm up some water!" That said, she turns to start leading off, waiting to be sure he was following.

Angel of Music || BlizzardClan Ambassador Visit - OPEN
Lottie's first official visit to WindClan!

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Without even a hesitation as Johnathon approached, her gaze pulled away from Irluuk as she bowed her head in respect to the leader of WindClan. "Monsieur Johnathon! Good afternoon," she would answer politely as she took a few steps forward into WindClan territory. "I am well, thank you! I've recently been promoted to a Medic Trainee in BlizzardClan. I'm excited to start learning," she answered with a soft smile, but then allowed a nod as he asked of BlizzardClan. "Much has been happening in our Clan lately. Well, the last few weeks, I suppose, since my first visit. Rankings were combined together, titles were recreated for members who had shown certain feats, like being welcoming, or connected with our allies, that sort of thing." she began. Might as well jump into all of it while it was part of the conversation. "Mieczyslaw, Sweetopheila's son, was given the title of Ranger, and Alastor given the title of Mage, for example."

She paused a moment here to allow any questions as she took a breath in to continue. "Lots of promotions, too! Storm, Yurri, Mieczyclaw and Germancius were promoted to Trainees; and our young Pierce was promoted to Vice-leader. Wisteria was also promoted to Medic Trainee alongside me. And there is another matter- nothing serious of yet, but something I feel it is worth letting you know about." There was yet another pause, realizing she was saying a lot without much of a break, allowing for any curious comments or questions that she could answer in between all of her information.

"The Cartel has targeted BlizzardClan in.. a 'Gang War'. They had kidnapped and... tortured... some of our members," Lottie would be a part of those people, but she didn't mention it. "Though BlizzardClan can handle it fine, and we rescued all of our Clan mates, I felt it safe to warn you in case they decide one Clan is not enough. But, in happier news, I am also hosting a Masquerade Ball for our allies! Since I'm already here, perhaps, if your Clan is interested in attending later within the week when the night is upon us, you can use the time to prepare costumes and masks. But I.. do believe that it is for now, as far as BlizzardClan news goes... And how are you, Johnathon? How is WindClan faring?"

Small bump <3

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Iselotta was the first to notice Frisk, the bright pink of his scarf against the rest of the surroundings that caught her eye first. Her eyes narrowed slightly, knitting curiously together as she slowly approached the stranger. "Bonjour. You are on BlizzardClan Territory, my name is Iselotta. Are you alright?" she asked firstly, noting that this young one seemed to be... a little unstable. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" she added, though with a soft smile on her face, warm and welcoming.

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Iselotta found the note as she was returning from a walk out in the territory, her head tilting with a small frown as she noticed the tiny scrap of paper. Pinning it down softly with the edge of her paw so it wouldn't blow away, she mulled over the words with a soft sigh. She didn't know who Moon was, but with the almost passive-sorrow in the note, the French Wildcat felt a little sorry that she hadn't made a bigger effort to try and get to know everyone. But, the owner of this note was already gone. She could only sigh.