SOMETIMES THE PAIN IS DOESN'T HURT | MEETING

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;][size=9pt][font=georgia]Gabriel awoke from his sleep with a grin on his face. It was strange - his sleep wasn't plagued by bad dreams as it normally was. The tiger mouth open wide and his tongue stuck out as he yawned - damn that sleep felt good. He rubbed his eyes quickly with his paw, blinking a few times to regain his full vision. Gabriel stood up from his bed and stretched. Normally he'd have someone get him some coffee, but not today.


    As Gabriel stepped onto the deck he took a deep breathe in of the morning air. His gaze swept the deck once - it didn't look like many people were up. He let the beauty sink in for a minute - he didn't often stop and look around to gaze at beauty. He understood why. It was boring.


    "EVERYBODY GET YOUR ASSES OUT OF BED. IT'S TIME FOR A MEETING." Came the loud roar enhanced by sound manipulation. Gabriel smirked as he sat back on his haunches. He'd try a new system of meeting today - it would be fun.

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    n o w b r i n g m e t h a t h o r i z o n

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    ic: Funny thing was, Christian wasn't sleeping. Nor was he in bed. He was just awake, as he usually preferred to be. Sleep was for those who actually felt they weren't going to be killed in the night--and the dog wasn't sure of that. So he only slept when he absolutely had to, meaning a few hours when everyone was awake. He felt he'd have greater chances of not being stabbed in his sleep if he slept during the day when killers weren't around. Yup. Therefore he was there for the meeting.



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    [justify]Warcub gasped at the sound of his uncle's voice, and bounded up towards the meeting area. He wondered what he had to say?
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    The scarred lioness was the next to pad up, her eyes hardly weary at all. Insomnia and nightmares had plagued what little sleep she'd been getting. An hour of fitful dreams at best, though she felt no weariness.


    She was glad that her son was getting a little gruffer, and the lioness smirked as she padded over, flicking an ear as she took a seat beside her Grandson.

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    Dorian hadn't been sleeping, but he had been attending to his appearance, so when he arrived, his expression was mildly disgruntled. He hadn't gotten around to lining his eyes with kohl, and it was a good thing he hadn't started when Gabriel called, as he likely would have stabbed himself in the eye from the startle the yell had elicited. The ebony lion sat down, his gaze on Gabriel, awaiting the beginning of their meeting while curious to know why he'd decided to change it up. More people to pay attention, maybe?
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    She wasn't asleep. She didn't even believe she had went to sleep in the first place now that she thought about it. That didn't matter much to her though, as she didn't feel tire. Bounding over to the male, she would look at him through her violet eyes. This would be interesting. Or hopefully it would be. Seating herself, she would look to the others who had already come. Giving a slightly bored yawn, her gaze drifted back to Gabriel.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify; width: 440px;font-family:arial;]His first meeting here, how exciting. Making his way over to the scene, without getting lost, thankfully, the obsidian lion took a seat off to the side, wondering what was in store.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Goddamnit was this one of those meetings were he would slowly stretch out his information section by section because Fleur was going to go crazy with suspense if he did that. Padding up as Gabriel called, the serval would take a seat by the edge of the group and wait for him to start revealing his information.

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    Another day, another meeting. The black dog was one of those who had actually tried to partake in sleep the night prior, and just because he was his superior, didn't think to say much to Gabe other than a,"Bloody hell," and,"This better be important," before flopping a bit as he walked, easing into the crowd and trying to remain superior while doing so- but it was kind of to do when your eyes were bloodshot and swollen. Barg was certainly not a morning person, and no amount of urgency would ever seem to change that.




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    A huge groan erupted from the cavern in which Ululare lay. He stretched and sighed audibly before crawling out. His pelt was covered in blood because he'd been busy having fun navigating the body of a dead antelope while shrunk to the size of an ant. Fun stuff. "Aye'aye, capt'n sunshine." Barked, licking his lips and sitting beside Fleur, being nice and making sure their pelts weren't touching. No one wanted dried blood rubbed on their body.

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    He had been asleep. Keyword had. Pulled himself out of his bed, shook off his grumpiness and made his way to the main deck were the meeting was being held. He sat respectively to the side, one of his scarves wrapped around him like a blanket. Too early. He wasn't a morning cat.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px; text-align: justify;]Reyna usually woke up before the sun touched the horizon, but it took a long time for her to blink away her weariness and properly start the day. When she heard the admiral's voice, and annoyed sigh escaped her lips. Still, she made an effort, smoothing down her ruffled fur and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Then she walked out onto the deck, trying to keep her gaze bright and alert while she held back a yawn.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:210px; margin-top:-20px;font-family:georgia;][justify][sub]As the admiral's calls reached her ears she immediately padded over abandoning her station at the railing--watching the sunrise, to listen to what he had to say. The girl was often out of bed before everyone else, already starting her day before the sun was up and the sky adopted it's lovely azure tinge. She loved the color of the sky right before the sun rose all grey and smoke-like with fog as well as the pink and orange hues mixed in as well. It was down right beautiful. Tail flicking out of mere habit she plopped herself down next to her cousin her jaws parting as she caught the contagious yawn herself. Hmm, what was this meeting about?[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=georgia]Draco covered his ears in frustration as Gabriel called out, man he'd been sleeping! He swiped a white paw across his maw before standing up and shaking out his coat. The young Tom approached the gathering group,, slouching in the process. This better be worth it, he glanced around his gaze fixing on those he knew. Yawning he headed toward Eric and took a seat next to the male with a grin "Top of the Mornin to ya," he murmured to him before focusing his pale yellow gaze on the guy who had rudely awoken him. [/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 350px;][justify][size=8]Ailene perked her ears oh so slightly when she heard the Admiral's voice. With a roll of her eyes she got up from her comfortable position and made her way over, a soft annoyed sigh escaping her lips. She took a seat within the crowd, waiting for the meeting to commence.


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    JACKSON MACABRE !

    [hr][hr]"Mmm." Hobbling into the meeting, the white mare was walking on three legs, favoring her back legs, one of which was broken and both bandaged as they were covered in wounds.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Jedd was there, looking unusually stoic.


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    Ooh, a meeting? Padding over, the male couldn't help but wonder what it could be about. Ah, but thinking made his head hurt, and he held back a groan at the dull, throbbing pain. Deciding not to think about it, he sat down to listen, hoping his question would be answered soon.
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    Alcatraz walked up to the meeting group thing and sat down. This was his first meeting in Shadowclan and he didn't want to miss it. He hadn't been sleeping. He never slept, but he guessed others might have, so he didn't think it was pointless saying wake up. He looked around, still and emotionless.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;][size=9pt][font=georgia]"Promotions. Dorian - you're a commander. Aspen fill Dorian's spot. I'll be on the lookout for warrant officers. Also, each commander has a specific field of expertise that warrant officers and sentinels perform under. Semi-high positions and high position meet in my cabin afterward."