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Tantibus was fit for his name, which meant "nightmare" in the lovely tongue of birds. How intriguing it was that such a cat chose such a name for himself! Tantibus. How easily it would slide off the tongue, as though a mere raindrop. And yet it was perhaps the strangest name a king had chosen. Others had chosen warrior names, such as Sundrop, Opalsong, names like that. Though given the choice, no other king had ever given himself a singular name. But then, what more is a name but a title? That's what Tantibus thought. Yawning, he cantered from the main tower, tail tip flicking back and forth.
"All those loyal to the king, gather in front of the dining table for a meeting!" he exclaimed, jumping onto the wooden table with pronounced grace and finesse. The dark tom knew what would go down at this meeting. A battle plan, the plans for the upcoming Giving Day, and perhaps some promotions. And then he'd take Stormcloud to Silver Creek.
Dracosketch had woken up super duper early, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sunrise before the meeting. It was common news, this meeting. No one knew what Tantibus would state in this meeting, but everyone knew about it. Luckily, she'd woken up earlier than expected, and even the gloomy drizzle falling couldn't lower her euphoric feelings. As she'd watched the sunrise, the blue tortie had thought about what she'd do that day. Help various creatures. It would be kind, considering the was the younger holder of magic.
As the king called the summoning, Draco pulled herself to her paws, and stalked drowsily into the Dining Hall. "I'm here first! What do I get?" she prompted jokingly, sitting down. Her usual light violet bag was slung over her shoulder, containing who-knows-what, and that's was Tantibus was looking at when he cast a humorous smile in Draco's direction.
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