February 2014 Leader/Deputy Gathering (open to official groups ONLY)

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    This was his first meeting and he was priding himself on not being tardy. Sidling out of the shadows, the snow leopard made his way towards the rock and examined it with bright blue eyes. This was his first time being here, having been promoted straight from omen to leader he had not had a trial run as a deputy before. Contemporary leaped onto it in one fluid movement and then took a prime seat on the high rock waiting for the other leaders to gather alongside him.


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    [color=white][font=trebuchet ms]The slim silver and white tabby padded over, happy that for once she wasn't late. [b]"Greetings." The green-eyed fae murmured with a flick of her tail. She scrambled up onto high rock, happy that for once she did not slip or trip. She hadn't met the Cryptclan leader before, but, seeing as the Plethoraclan leader planned on being more up to date with these sorts of meetings, she'd grow familiar with names.

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    Noirstar was no newcomer to these sorts of meetings, and though he was a frequent member of such events, it would be a lie to consider that he might enjoy them. These tended to end up in fights between the Pro-Clanners and the Anti-Clanners, after all, and the black-and-white male had always supposed these to be peaceful gatherings. They were quite useless. But none of this knowledge had compelled him to hesitate; he would attend, as usual, and keep quiet.


    [color=black]"Hello."
    The HawkClan Monarch offered, taking his seat and glancing once at those present. He recognized none. Flattening a tuft of fur on his chest, Noirstar awaited the others.

    Tumultdusk trotted after Noirstar, his face expressionless as usual and his tail swishing in the air behind him. The deputy took a seat next to the HawkClan leader, giving a polite nod to the few cats who had gathered.

    Rohthy swiftly glided into the Gathering gracefully, her ice-blue orbs scrutinizing the clearing with cold precision.
    "Greetings."
    The deputy of RadicalClan said no more.


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    As silence continued on, the liger cub made her appearance, her chocolate-brown eyes sweeping the clearing, narrowed in a cool fashion. The deputy of ShadowClan was not in the best mood.
    "Greetings."
    The happy komodo was grim.


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    "Hello, everyone."
    The silver-furred wolf almost looked cheerful. The vice-leader of the Ascended bounded in, almost in a fashion that resembled an overly excited kit, but there was a freezing, deadly look in his sapphire eyes that reflected his cunning heart.

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    [color=white][font=trebuchet ms]Ah, yes. She recognised Rohthy from the last meeting, as well as Venusflytrap, though she didn't know them by name. But something appeared to be...not right.

    A cat black as coal slithered out of the shadows, regarding everyone before taking a seat next to his fellow deputy, Gloire. "Greetings to you all." Rookfeather meowed, not sounding as cheery as he usually did. He wasn't pleased by Shadowclan's state of affairs, and dreaded the moment the leaders arrived. This would probably put Shadowclan on everyone's blacklist again, and once again there wasn't really anything he could do.

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    Not many had come and he twitched his tail as he sized up each of the leaders. Most of the one's gathered were not from the Toxic Alliance but he recognized the ShadowClanners. "Evening Gloire, Rookfeather." A dip of his head and he looked over at Noirstar and Tumultdusk curiously, "Who might you be?" Best to know everyone you will either fight alongside, or fight against. In this case, he figured it would be fight against.


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    The tuxedo answered, looking up and placing his emerald vision on Contemporary. For a moment curiosity lingered in his gaze; he hadn't ever seen the male present at these meetings. Was he a new deputy? Or was he a leader of some kind? Did CryptClan - he smelt strongly of the Anti-Clan - have a system similar to that of DarkClan's, one that involved a skip of the second-in-command rank? Blinking once, he awaited reply. He wouldn't bother to introduce Tumultdusk, for he was sure his General was quite capable of doing so.

    "Tumultdusk, General of HawkClan." The deputy added curtly. It wasn't that he disliked Contemporary, considering he had never met the CryptClan leader, he just wasn't friendly towards those he didn't know. Hell, he was barely friendly to his own Clanmates. He faked politeness most of the time, and there were very few he actually cared for.

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    "Long time no see, Contemporary."
    The tiger cub cracked a feral grin that meant to be quite welcoming. The deputy of ShadowClan flicked her ears to Rookfeather. Feline's body language was sometimes so comfortable to communicate with.


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    Breezy casually cracked a nasty grin at the appearance of his sister, Venusflytrap, and flicked his wolfish tail.


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    Rohthy glanced over at the lion in faint interest, having heard about the notorious RiverClan takeover and all that Photostar shit. Ah, she wondered what the RiveClan's reaction to the lion's appearance would be.

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    "Priscilla and Edge checking in for Phantomclan," the boar spoke up for the both of them as the leaders made their way up to the high rock. Priscilla seated herself beside the deputy of Radicalclan, the clan's invitation to their party having been received a few days ago, it might be a good idea to familiarize herself with the clan through means other than common Anticlanship. That bond was much too weak to uphold a proper allyship, as everyone knew already. Fights between Anticlans and Proclans were often, with fights among Anticlans themselves coming at a close second on the frequency scale. "I hope everyone's doing well?"


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    Edge moved with a hint of a challenge, the friction from last moon's meeting not forgotten. The Phantomclan leader had no craving for hostility, she came with the intentions of any other good leader-to discuss the business of the clans-but if any Proclan, especially Elderclan, had come only to start a war over a mere prisoner, while insulting other clans that had no reason to be caught in a crossfire, she would be less hesitant to show them the consequences of their taunts. Wearing a neutral expression, she sat beside Priscilla and tuned in to the introductions. It seemed that there had been some rank changes lately. "Congratulations to all promoted this moon."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]crap, nidalee was nervous. this was her first time coming to one of these leader/deputy meetings and she really wanted to make a good first impression. especially since magni or permafrost weren't here to actually introduce her or anything. oh, and dont forget the damn god possessing her that could easily turn her into a bloodthirsty little shit. wasn't that just lovely?


    walking up, the canine offered a friendly dip of her head before taking a seat somewhere. "hello."


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    [align=center]nidalee anima honoris - resurgam - starke | female | captain / deputy | canine
    extreme | powers [10] | no kill / capture | put name in bolded silver

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    [align=center][size=8]The Ascended | 1st Tier | Extreme | No Kill/Capture | Attack In Hex Code FF33CC
    - Multiple Possessions, Project & Manipulate Emotions, Telepathy, Absorb Spirits [3/9] -[hr][hr]


    [justify][size=8]ic: The jaguar padded over to Nidalee, tail flicking. "Greetings. May I ask your name?" the vice-leader mewed.


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    [justify][size=8][color=white][color=lawngreen]tags:     #theascended - #trapoflove


    [hr][align=center][size=5pt][abbr=if you see me taken from my rightful owner, notify the creator!]© wren[/abbr]

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    Breezy padded over to his sister, Venusflytrap, to interact with the SunClanner, his unsheathed claws dragging on the bare earth.


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    Gloire glanced over as some of the hps began a small chat.


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    Nidalee, huh? Rohthy just wanted to crack her skull, seeing what she'd done to Kirka. Heh, it had been the ebony feline who'd rescued her in the end. The deputy sent a non-friendly smile to Nidalee.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]eh, cracking her skull wouldn't do much. she had a couple lives in stock so she could always come back to life, right? and even if she lost all of her lives to an injury like that, she had multiple possessions, so she could simply switch bodies if her canine body couldn't be used anymore. plus, nidalee had a freaking god inside of her. she knew that he didn't want to die, so he would probably pull off some moves for her if her life was at risk.


    noticing the feline's little smile, she sent a friendlier, though looking slightly evil, smile back before turning to venusflytrap. "i'm nidalee, the other captain of sunclan."


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    [align=center]nidalee anima honoris - resurgam - starke | female | captain / deputy | canine
    extreme | powers [10] | no kill / capture | put name in bolded silver

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    [align=center][size=8]The Ascended | 1st Tier | Extreme | No Kill/Capture | Attack In Hex Code FF33CC
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    [justify][size=8]ic: "Captain meaning ... Legend or Ascended, on our terms? Apologies for any confusion, though, I am Venusflytrap, Ascended of the Ascended. We're just waiting on Carnivalcorpse and Finalcorpse from our lot."


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    [justify][size=8][color=white][color=lawngreen]ooc:


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    [justify][size=8][color=white][color=lawngreen]tags:     #theascended - #trapoflove


    [hr][align=center][size=5pt][abbr=if you see me taken from my rightful owner, notify the creator!]© wren[/abbr]

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    Settling himself down, Benedict offered no one greetings and no one inquiries. He kept to himself.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; width: 468px; height; 10px][sub][align=center][size=7pt]Oh, I may be on the side of the angels...but don't think for one second that I am one of them.[/size]

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    Of course he remembered the white serval and Contemporary had to refrain from leaping at Benedict and snapping his scrawny neck right there and then. It was his fault that CryptClan had lost their hold on RiverClan, though he didn't know about his plan to evacuate Bulletinboard and Photostar, he had been harbouring them in WindClan when they had been stolen. The snow leopard's only sign of irritation was a lash of his tail not really paying attention to the rest of the conversing. The answers from the HawkClanners went straight over his head as all his attention was now fixated on Benedict.


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