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blair is super confused by him after seeing sel accuse him of killing or getting rid of rising, so maybe she tries to figure out what was going on? idk"text"
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BASICS
☆ BLAIR KRON | FEMALE | 12 MOONS
☆ shadowclan, the rift, & the skulls | member of each
☆ no former groups | no former ranks
☆ official party animal
RELATIONS
☆ NPC xx NPC | G1 | SISTER TO CALYPSO
☆ head of the kron family | member of no other families
☆ heterosexual | single | crushing on grayarea
☆ mother to: none
APPEARANCE
☆ CARACAL [100% HEALTH] BIRTH/MAIN
☆ tiger [100% health] battle body (pregnant)
☆ accessories: has two gold hoops in left ear
☆ no disabilities/major injuries
PERSONALITY
☆ stubborn | loyal | optimistic
☆ dedicated | aggressive | dreamy
☆ adores nicknames | can be rather nosy | very irresponsible
☆ known for calling everybody 'sweetheart' or 'cutie'
INTERACTIONS
☆ please ping @ B. KRON for attacks/interactions or they may be overlooked
☆ hard physically | medium-hard mentally
☆ can powerplay peaceful actions | pm this accounts to plot
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trackalakin
but to continue what we were talking about, damn that's a good plot wow
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she nodded."exactly, sweetheart! gets our priorities straight when it comes to allies, with smaller allies, its sometimes easier to overlook them when they do come to these huge events with everyone and focusing on them individually can either help us figure out whether we want to keep them or not or get closer to them!" she nodded happily, glad that someone liked her idea.
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she turned to hector with a frown. "if you're going to be rude to an ally, you can leave, sweetheart." her tone was not unkind. she just didn't want to deal with a pissed off ally.
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ooh a weekly task! she really wanted one of those. "hey i'll take one!"
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she spun around to look at arcade. "oh yes because a cqracal with no healing skills who has never even been near an injury is supposed to know what to do. thank you for you wonderful and might i add helpful insight?" she snapped. now if this dude would stop pointing fingers and fix her babydaddy that would be great.if hedidnt, well he would be a huge fucking hypocrite now wouldn't he?
/ic opinions dear!
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she blinked. "really? sweet! uhh ill figure out someone to invite and get that going!"
/sorry for the late reply this got totally buried
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blair had worked hqrd to get tnis done, and with ram's suggestion, had gone with a slumber party. the caracal had decked out a smallmpart of the territory where it had been relatively clear, sheltered, and near a water source. sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets eee scattered everywhere and she had found a battery powered radio. this could be a lot of fun! "alrighty guys!"
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blair took a seat on the border, she would be in person because notes bugged her and made her feel as if the ambassador didnt actually care at all. "hello! im blair, im from shadowclan and am inviting you to a kne kn one slumber party! wee dont interact much so its mainly to recognize you and spend some time with a smaller clan!"
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she smiled. "hey im blair, welcome to the rift."
/super low muse rip
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blair was there in a hella llw muse track "text"
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she nodded. "yeah were havkng a sleepover with the black heart rogues!"
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she nodded. "sounds fun! im on it!"
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the caracal had been tasked with pulling a raid on someone. the exiles had been quiet, and she felt like they could be reminded that their horrible doings would not be forgotten or forgiven. the caracal crossed the border confidently. "come and get me!" she chirped out, readu to find someone to fight with.
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she scoffed. "then don't and just sit there as I walk further into your territory and then when someone asks how I got this far I'll tell them that you were too busy laying in a tree. Duh." what else? Without waiting for an answer she would continue into the territory.
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she nodded. "alright guys we should leave her alone. You might think you know what's best but obviously forcing yourself on. A grieving mother with a cutlass is not the best. Let's just leave her alone because you're making it worse. " she wasn't hurt by the look because she knew that this wasn't sel. Not the Sel who had welcomed her into the Clan.
