we will not bow && CLEAN UP, OPEN

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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; overflow: auto][size=7pt]There Deersong was, buckets of soapy water and sponges at her paws. She had fetched the supplies from a local drug store, and figured they could help out with the blood that stained their camp. Merely their paws and hard work would take care of the rest. The chief assistant forget what other division was in charge of helping out with clean up besides her own- the Ambassadors, but she supposed others could help out if they really wanted to.


    [color=brown]"GATHER TO HELP WITH CLEANING UP CAMP!" The yowl had been emitted from the usually happy-go-lucky she-cat, who's facade was currently grim with determination to show BloodClan and everyone else that the Covenant weren't just some small group who would allow just anyone to take them down. No, that wasn't the home she knew. Her home was filled with strong warriors who would risk their asses for their clan. That, was the Covenant.

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    [size=8]First to arrive was the Ambassador Division black-and-white tom; he flashed his Division Chief Assistant a friendly smile before picking up a sponge. "Let the scrubbing begin!" he meowed with his usual charisma.

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    The kitten appeared on the scene, his head tilted slightly to the right. "Do kits help?" the dark blue tomcat asked with an idle swish of his tail. Either way, he'd be bored - doing little to nothing or cleaning, which was always boring - so he didn't care much either way.
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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; overflow: auto][size=7pt][color=brown]"Yes, kits can help out as well." Deersong murmured in response to Meltingkit's question, flashing a gentle smile down at the blue tom before giving a nod towards on of her Ambassador members who had arrived to begin cleaning up. She too grabbed a sponge which had been dipped in water and suds before trotting over to a few sunning rocks which had been stained with dried blood. With her maw wrinkling in distaste, the female began to scrub the stones, the blood already beginning to wear off from the surface of the objects.

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    [size=8]Dipping the absorbent material into the bucket of subs, Imperialrome made sure his grip was firm before vigorously scrubbing the nearest rock surface.

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    Crimsonocean arrived, bright blue optics flickering to Deersong and Imperialrome and nodded slightly with a smile of greeting. It seemed like a pretty good idea, with the blood that caked some areas of the Covenant due to BloodClan. It wouldn't hurt to fix up. And even if cleaning up blood sounded dreary, it could perhaps become a 'fun' event. "Let's get started!" Turning to the kit, she shrugged. "I don't see why not." Then, she would grab a sponge, and begin to scrub off the crimson red staining a tree.


    The Covenant would thrive.

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    NOTES and OOC
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    [size=7pt]Though Jackpaw wasn't aligned to the ambassadors division, or any for that matter, nor will he ever be unless he stepped down from his position, but the medicine cat apprentice knew that helping out would be a good thing. Padding over at Deersong's call, he would give a friendly dip of his head in greeting to the gathered cats, before speaking. "Got anything in particular that you guys need to be done, or should I just pick up a sponge and clean?"[/size]
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    Nodding slightly at her answer, the dark blue tomcat picked up a sponge and started scrubbing.




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    Crimsonocean went to work, gathering up debris into a pile. She coughed as a cloud of dust was sent into the air. Oops. She hoped that hadn't bothered anybody else. The femme continued working, eyes watering a bit from the dust. The division chief sighed, as her gaze flickered around the camp. This was going to be a long haul; she could tell.

    "I'll help as well," Bleakwonder announced as she padded towards the group of felines. She felt quite large compared to the cats, with her bulky wolf body. Picking up a sponge in her large teeth, the wolf used a hefty paw to scrub at some bloodstained rocks. As she worked, she said, "for those who haven't met me, I'm Bleakwonder, an innovation chief assistant." She hoped it didn't sound like she was bragging, the black wolf was just stating her rank.

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    Tesserpaw was kind of sad to get rid of the blood streaked areas. It made it looked lived in. It was artistic. But he supposed that wasn't really up to him, and others might find the real-life painting disturbing. He didn't mind blood. He padded over eagerly, wanting to help even if he wasn't convinced the work was totally necessary. The gray wolf padded up to Deersong to get a specific task and his back paw accidentally kicked against a bucket half full of water, spilling it with a clang as the bucket hit the ground unexpectedly. He felt his face heat in embarrassment. "Sorry!"

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; overflow: auto][size=7pt]Deersong shook a bit of water which had sprayed against her paws and over a certain zone in camp. With a gentle giggle, the young Ambassador assistant chief craned her neck around the fallen bucket's handle before hoisting it up and back into it's original position- standing up right. "Ah, it's just a bit of water. It'll dry up." The friendly brown tabby mused, dismissing the situation by handing a water-soaked pale yellow sponge to the wolf, a brightened smile blessing her facial features. [color=brown]"Here, try and get a few blood-stained rocks polished up, and if you find any larger sticks lying around, picking those up and just tossing them in a few bushes to get them out of the way would be awesome." The female informed, also answering Jackpaw's inquire as he made his way towards the group.

    "Yes ma'am." He trapped the thing under his paw, squeezing water out of it as he did, and picked it up awkwardly with his mouth, the taste less than pleasant. He scanned the outcropping for spots of blood and padded carefully over to them, his paws slipping a bit on the slick stone ground and he barely caught himself. He was feeling terrible about everything, his face burning with embarrassment. Tesserpaw wasn't usually so clumsy.


    He spat the sponge out of his mouth and squished the object between his paw and the ground again, scrubbing against the blood-soaked stone. Tesserpaw felt the grating, his mouth still tasted funny.

    Bleakwonder had finished polishing three, now sparkling clean rocks. After taking a step back to admire them, the wolf continued to dip the sponge in the water, then used her paws to rub them on the rocks till they were clean. Soapy water didn't have a pleasant taste, that was for sure.