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loveletter x herself
lovecest

ooh! toss me in there please!
my skype name is 'forks !' i'm pretty sure?? idk
I hope so at least

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter knew what talent shows were for, but they had never left a great impression on her. They were designed to show the talents of those brave enough to perform, but that didn't include all talents; one who could recall every number of pi wasn't up there, nor was someone who may be able to swim from one end of a lake to the other in three seconds, but Loveletter didn't mind. She wasn't one for the spotlight anyways. "Maybe if I had talents, I would participate." she quips with a grin, the calico trotting up and settling beside her clanmates, a beam upon her face. She was happy to watch.

I'm p ok with it!! idk about others tho

name: loveletter
clan wanted: westeros if still available <3

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter couldn't help but yawn as Sweet began speaking; while the announcements weren't necessarily boring, the calico considered the leader's voice to be an incredibly soothing sound, enough to lull her to sleep. Nodding off multiple times throughout the meeting, the feline only perked up when she found the common syllables of her name on the leaders tongue. "Huh...?" she wondered in a fast pace, snapping her head up and attempting to look as if she had not taken a shameless nap just moments before. "...Promoted? I'll take it, thanks man!" the cta offered an award-winning smile. it was possible that Sweetophelia mad ea terrible mistake by appointing her, but Loveletter wasn't about to refuse it.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter was like a new woman at this point. While before her promotion, the feline may have simply avoided doing any of her duties possible, but now that Sweetophelia trusted her enough to appoint her, the calico felt obliged to be an active member of society. While such tasks were not her forte, the calico was willing to do so simply in order to place a gleam of pride in her leader's eyes, for the cat had grown to look up to the other in a short amount of time. And so, on flighty paws, the calico shifted away from the suspended islands of Blizzardclan and into the territory of the Westeros, her paws tipping the frosted grass of the Northern pine woods. "What up, Westeros," called the feline, as if creating dialogue between herself and the wind. "Blizzardclan over here." As if on cue, a basket full of baked goods, weapons, jewelry, and other such amenities dropped at her feet. It was a small gift basket, so the new ambassador wouldn't get tired lifting it from territory to territory, but it seemed to hold many things that could be important to the members of the Westeros.

made the thread! just wanted to tell you, just in case <3
YOU WOULDN'T BE CALLING ME ☆ blizzardclan ambassador visit, open

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The clan she stood before did not keep her waiting long, a courtesy the Blizzardclanner greatly appreciated. The calico lived her life in the fast line and being in one spot for too long made her paws shift and shudder in anticipation for the next move. Her deep, glimmering amber eyes turning to meet the deep chocolate pools of Fortinbras. He looked almost like a ghost, if such a thing ever roamed the planet. His eyes sunk into his face, and where one would have thought there would be a shimmer, there was only a lifeless sheen, a testament to a broken heart. Loveletter couldn't help but sympathize with how his paws seemed to search for a path to be on yet found none, for if the calico had not learned to mask her pain with sluggish humor, she would have acted much the same way. "Hey man," she greeted casually, flashing her standard, friendly wink in his direction. "you guys are lucky, because now I'm your personal ambassador from Blizzardclan! As a token of my undying love, I got you guys some shiiiii- stuff. Here ya go." catching herself from cursing (as that was unprofessional, even if everything else had been just as unprofessional), the feline quickly nudged the woven basket closer to the paws of the Westerosi. She flashed an award-winning smile to accompany it, mirth glittering in her eyes.

bump <3

omg
I'd love them meeting at a shelter that'd be so cute!
I can make the thread if you can't ^^

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Now this was the kind of thing Love could really shine in. Her eyes aglow with intrigue and mirth, the newly promoted Trainee approached with a smile that could win awards for it's brightness. Even despite the light that painted her face, her eyes seemed to sink into her head and her fur was frazzled, as self-care always seemed to elude her. Either she was lazy or incapable of taking care of herself, but either way, it wasn't good. "As long as the pal isn't a stick in the mud, I'm gucci." Loveletter offered, an ear twitching as the calico sat in the gaze of Nathaniel.

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btw
I'm gonna try to respond to our private thread tonight I'm just so bad at it lmao
sorry for the wait!!

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]omg count me in
would you mind adding loveletter?? her appearance is in her tags <3

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]If anything, Blizzardclan was the most receptive place the feline had visited. Any other clan pushed her away, marked her humor as immature and obscure, regarded her as the least serious of the group when she was most likely more mature than any of them combined. But Blizzardclan was different. They didn't comment on how annoying or irritating she might be, they just smiled, nodded, and gave her the satisfaction of knowing that she might even fit in somewhere. If Loveletter knew, she would be glad that Luna could appreciate it, even if her outward appearance said the opposite. "It's more than done. You ever need some medical advice, just hit me up." the calico quipped back, offering another wink to the ebony feline.

Luna's wariness was justified, for the words that loveletter expressed was not only a deep look into what laid just beneath her skin but also construed to carry the same mirth as any of her other jokes. If Luna looked past the blur of her migraine, maybe she could also spot the slightest glint in the deep amber eyes of the calico that told stories and stories of exactly how she felt. "Ooh, now we could both be doctors. You're like a psychologist already! What a natural." Loveletter immediately changed the subject, a witty conversation fluttering away from her.

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luna and love's interactions are so good
I love reading them so much omg <3
lunaletter is so cute tho
like the name is good ngl

omg
I would watch that movie

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Gazing down at Sweet through swooping sable lashes, the calico placed a paw over her beating heart and feigned offense at her teasing words. "I'm offended!" She gasped, rolling to one side of the branch. "How will I live knowing that Sweetophelia does not find me as irresistible as I am?" With these words, the feline rolled all the way over and slipped to the ground, landing with a thump at the side of the leader. Despite her prideful words, they should be taken with little meaning from the mirthful lilt to her voice and the humor dancing in her eyes. "It was pretty long. I feel like I got five more bags under my eyes from it." she spoke again, joking, again. She didn't mean that, obviously.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Before she could fathom it, what loveletter thought to be the entirety of the Westeros had surrounded her, all smiling and shuffling and speaking to her with perked ears. Feeling it would be in order to finally allow the clan to know their ambassador's name, the calico grinned and her amber eyes sparkled, briefly perusing her library of names she went by. There was certainly a handful; Loveletter, Desdemona, jersey, and... No, not that one, not anymore. "Loveletter is the name, but you can just remember as that one crazy chick who occasionally drops by to let you guys know just how cool this place is." she winked to the entirety of the group, briefly moving her paws as she observed each and every one of them.

Beside Fortinbras came along a cat the color of pitch, brown eyes peeking in between the ebony fur to stare at her, and beside her came a regal looking guy with eyes that seemed to see everything that was cast before them. She smiled at the sight, feeling all of their eyes simultaneously swell and make her heart beat a fraction faster at the attention. Her eyes quickly escaped to land on Sylmae, and her smile seemed to grow slightly larger at the familiar face. "Oh hey Mae. Funny to see you round' here, just couldn't get enough of me?" there was a mirth that lilted her voice and her eyes glittered with a twinkle that said she was joking. "Oh hey little guy. Want something from down there?" the Blizzardclanner finally addressed the panda beginning to dig within the woven basket.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]There was only one voice that rose above the cacophony below her, despite the faded sounds of frantic conversation barely filing into her ears, and that was the shout of Coalminepaw. Despite the bees that bore down on her from tree branch to tree branch, Loveletter managed to shout down through strangled breaths. "Maybe after dinner!" she cried in response, springing from one branch and hardly finding her two front paws connecting with the next. The chase was a precarious dance from tree to tree as Loveletter was pursued by the furious insects, and until smoke began to waft from the ground and into the developing leaves above the group, the Trainee had been doing pretty well. Panic suddenly flickering into her eyes as fire began to flicker into her lungs, the cat soon found herself frantically descending the trees, although falling may have been a better word to describe it. "Is there a fire down there? Can't anything go right in this clan?"