tomorrow i will come back, leader of the whole pack [meeting]

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]"EclipseClan, gather!"


    Ryan was once again seated in the cabin, head held high as a confident smile spread across his maw as his loud voice bellowed and echoed out of the cabin, reaching out like tendrils to EclipseClanners. Ah, it was about time for another meeting: except this time, there would be actual things handled, and Ryan had gained the confidence to address his Clanmates as a Chief. If anything, he was starting to fit into the role quite right: he'd like to think that he wasn't too strict, but still kept things in order. That was what he'd like to believe, however: whether or not it was true, Ryan would have more difficulty deciphering because of his bias. "First off, some political stuff." Ryan announced once a small crowd had gathered. "We have way too many allies, we just don't do anything with them and they don't do anything with us. As such, the Tribe of Marshland Grasses, NovaClan, SkyClan, the Militia, and the Tribe of Celestial Galaxies are no longer our allies, but are being bumped down to neutral. Could someone inform them, or at least what's left of them?" Ryan barked, scanning his gaze over the crowd to check for any volunteers. He really didn't feel like going and checking on his own.


    "Next, I'll be going to WindClan and RiverClan to request alliances, and DarkClan to request a neutrality- possibly an alliance, depending on how it goes. Recently, StellarClan has also attacked us: they are now considered an enemy. Feel free to raid them as you please, and invite allies along." Ryan barked out with a sharp nod of his head. "Stick around, there's some more announcements to come." Namely along the lines of promotions, as he was sure his Clanmates could infer.


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][sub][size=7pt]Oh meeting? Hrmph. Ayanami approached in silence, eyeing the leader with a cold gaze, one that wasn't exactly hostile, but not friendly either. "Last I heard, ToMG merged with Archean League," he muttered in addition to Ryan's words as he spoke about the alliances. This was old news, well, all of them to say the least, as he always was trying to be on top of the information. Naturally, it seems he was right now. He slowly nodded his head as he spoke of more announcements to come. He wasn't present, but did hear of StellarClan's attack. The tom tilted his head and waited in silence.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; "I'll go get SkyClan," Roxy informed Ryan as she walked over, having heard his words from afar. She'd go out once the meeting was finished. /rushed[/fancypost]
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    "I can inform the tribes," Skystriker offered with a small smile on his maw, happy to be serving. His only problem was that he hoped he would know where the tribes were without getting lost along the way. With Stoneclaw's help, he should be fine. The ancient spirit snake sure knew his way around.

    Michael nodded after Ryan had said he needed people to visit the clans. "I've got Novaclan, if that's okay."

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Despite just having woken from some vague hibernation, he arrived with some whimsical expression painted messily on his maw. His fur was laden with spurs and bramble, as if he had just rolled about the foliage of camp. Though, this was not the case-- he lost a nasty fight with exhaustion and passed out in a bit of a ditch, just a couple hundred yards from camp. Ah, but the ebony tom cat was arriving with the same poise as he would if completely clean and dolled up. His gait was unaffected by his appearance, and the eclipse-walker sashayed over to the growing mass of pelts with glimmering yellow eyes. He was curious what this new leader had to say-- after all, about a week ago Ryan was just an assistant deputy or something. Crazy how a moon ago this clan was.. well, stable? He wasn't sure he could even say that. To be quite frank, Jasper never knew if it ever was secure, and now? Well the current state could not be described until he got a better vibe or gist.

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    "Noted," Eel said, nodding in agreement to this decision. Enemies weren't fantastic but needless allies were just troublesome. "I'll take the Marshland Tribe."
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    Gavin walled over and took a seat in the back, silently watching the meeting. Okay, promotions were coming up! That was good. Gavin breifly wondered if he was still a swiftrunner, after the whole dying and becoming godtier, then not getting back for three days. But Ryan didn't mention anything, so he would assume he was until otherwise notified.


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    Sitrium went over and sat beside Michael, avoiding Gav just a bit. The femme had freaked when she found out Gavin was alive, and hadrammed into the male before realizin that her friend was no longer grey, and had made no intentions toharm anyone. She was still a bit wary though, seeing as the male had tried to kill her.

    Michael kinda smiled at Sitrium. Ever since he'd saved her from Gavin, things had been a little awkward between them. "Wanna come to Novaclan with me?"

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    "Sure!" She said smiling at him.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]"If you guys could, that'd be great." Ryan barked in a dismissive manner, lifting a paw and waving toward those that had volunteered to go to various groups. "Skystrider, visit them all but the MarshlandTribe, please, that way Eel was somewhere to go." The Chief settled with a small nod before continuing.


    "Alright, so first let me address some problem we're starting to have: and that problem is that members trying to join are being a little neglected. That shit isn't okay: I get you wanna chat to your friends, but try to chat to newer Clanmates as well, 'kay?" Ryan scanned his gaze over the group. No point in naming names when it was a bit of a problem all of them were facing. "Next, some promotions. Kitty and Sitrium are promoted to Welcoming Committee, Michael is promoted up to Council Member: he's the new Battlemaster. Gavin is also bumped up to Council Member, as Peacekeeper. The sub-position of Loremaster is being scrapped and will eventually be replaced." Ryan paused, flicking his gaze around the crowd to gauge their reactions. "Next off, we need a Chief To-Be. And, although this choice was pretty difficult, I've decided I want Roxy to step up as Chief To-Be." It was a big jump from Swiftrunner to Chief To-Be, but he knew the female was a steady face. "... No Healer yet, as I'm still thinking about it. Anyways, unless you guys have questions, that's all!"


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    Sitrium nodded and smiled at Ryan.
    "Okay! I'll do my best Ryan! And congrats to everyone else!" she said happily.
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    Michael grinned when he'd heard that he was the new battle master. Honestly he'd been speculating that he might be put on the welcoming committee, but battle master? He hadn't been expecting that one. "Thanks Haywood! I won't let you down!"

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    Not what Gavin was expecting at all. A grin adorned his face as he gave a small flap of his wings.
    "Thanks Rye-Bread! Oh and congrats Roxy, Sitrium, Kitty and Micool!" Gavin said excitedly, a bit more then happy.




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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]"Glückwünsche, kameraden," He'd murmur with a half-hearted lull. He did not speak much of the promotions or announcements until all was said. Jasper did not like to throw his mind about a meeting when his superior was yet to conclude. Personal decision, perhaps, but his golden eyes did fall upon and focus in on those who were chirping in the crowd. Shame, they could not wait until Ryan was done. It was no use changing the behavior of a people who have grown up knowing no wrong of it. With his family and pack (a long, long story of being beat into a pulp to be taught, and a slew of faces that bestowed him with his present mannerisms), he did not dare do as many did in this clan. That was just how he was raised (if you could even call it that. They did not provide him with much more than bruises anyway).


    His ashen complexion smoothed out before he returned his gaze to the patient vulpine. Did this come as stressful to the new Chief? One could only wonder.

    Shade sat down it was her first meeting and she wasent sure of what to do some were talking and others were just silent she nodded in understanding to the leader after hearing what he said willing to help when possible her paw was thankfully healing fine now and she was now able to put most of her weight on it

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; She was relatively quiet through the promotions, all things considered; Roxy let out some whoops as her friends were promoted to council members and was about to get up and leave for SkyClan. It was a good, normal meeting: she'd stay as a swiftrunner, mull over her various problems, make some sexual innuendos. A casual, normal, non-*ed with day- haha, nope. Surprise, *.


    "Holy *," Roxy muttered at her promotion, forcing herself to swallow. Shivers ran down her spine. Her? No. No no no no no no no. She was too *ing messed up for a deputy position; being a swiftrunner she could deal with. It had very minimal responsibility. But a deputy? I'm going to * it up oh my god I'm gonna *ing * it all up with the grace of a one-legged *ing elephant- Lalonde forced herself to breathe, inhaling deeply through the nose, and exhaling slowly out her mouth. Gotta talk soon, can't stay silent. She shook her head, bewildered.


    "Well, I, uh, *. If... if you think I'm good there...? I guess I'll be your back-up leader *," she managed to get out, still trying to escape her miniature panic attack. Her mind was screaming no, hell no, but she still somehow forced out a yes. God damnit, she got all panicked around children that weren't hers; how the hell was she supposed to guide a clan? And, god forbid, take over if Ryan couldn't lead?


    "No, no, *, I mean, *. I've definitely got your back, I just," she nodded again, rubbing her face with her paw. Be a badass *, Lalonde, be cool. "If... you know what I mean." She gave a flirtatious wink, hoping to salvage what was left of her little facade. God, it felt unreal. "You fuckin' know I'll rock this job harder than I rock the ladieeeees," the new Chief to-be stated with as much confidence as she could muster.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Being a new member, Fragger didn't understand anything that had been said. Simply moving over for the sake of acting as though he was involved in the clan. Promotions, demotions and announcements. It seemed routine for these kind of groups, from the little knowledge the canine had on them. No words would escape the masked figure, instead just nodding his head to show he understood to a vague extent.

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    The salvation was the next to bound over beside her son, smiling and congratulating those who were promoted. All of these uncertain, unfamiliar faces and names she'd all have to put together eventually.