so i bare my skin and i count my sins [MEETING]

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    Ah, it was about time for another meeting, really. Not that there was too terribly much to cover, he knew that they would probably still enjoy the gathering. It'd be ideal for him to do these weekly, and while he was a day or two off, he had to admit that he was already sticking to that pretty well: granted, he'd only held about... three meetings? Either way, his confidence toward summoning EclipseClan was now palpable, no longer awkward at calling the congregation together. "EclipseClan, gather!" The fox called from within the large wooden cabin situated in the center of the glade, a smirk on his face. He had some pretty good news: plus, he wasn't sure he'd have to tackle any demotions either, which was definitely a plus to the Chief. "First, some political shit again: WindClan and RiverClan accepted our propositions, and they are now our allies. Shower them with love. Also, I guess the Dominion changed their name to "New Spain" or some shit? So yeah, keep that in mind, I guess." Ryan lifted a paw and waved it dismissively.


    "Anyways, I'm planning an event involving WindClan, RiverClan, the Dominion or whatever the fuck it is now, and us- without giving too much away, Michael gave me the basic idea for it." Ryan scanned his gaze around for sights of the Battlemaster to give him a smile. "Also, we're hosting a mass adoption- sign up for it HERE. Cool shit, hm?" The fox hummed, even though he had no idea what he was talking about. Oh well. "Stick around for more announcements!"


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    [hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * CHIEF * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Fragger would slowly join the group, not very interested in what was being said at this point. Alliances didn't mean too much to him, as long as he didn't manage to harm anyone from those clans. "Noted" the quiet word could be heard from the Dalmatian, muffled to an extent by his mask.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; At the back of her mind, Roxy recognized she ought to have been taking notes like a good chief to-be, but it was just too early in the morning for that nonsense. "Nooooted, Mister leader," she called, flopping down on the ground to listen.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]New Spain was something else for a name, eh? He didn't pay too much mind to politics but was aware enough he could follow. Padding over to the growing mass of pelts, the ebony eclipse-walker squeezed in between a few members and seated himself a few meters from the host; Ryan Haywood. The vulpine was an interesting character he was hoping to chat with again soon. After all, he wasn't too well acquainted with many members here other than the basic foundations of introduction.

    "Got it Rye-bread!" The creeper furred male said. He began to wonder what the event might be, figuring it was something fighting related if Michael came up with it.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]Five? Eh, good enough for him. A smirk spread across Ryan's maw as he gave a mocking bow toward Roxy before straightening his posture and continuing. "First, some not so nice shit." Eugh, he didn't really want to kick all this off with some warning, but Ryan had to squash it before it became a real problem around here. "But, cliques: I've noticed they're starting to form. I'm not going to do anything drastic yet as they're not a problem yet: but if I continue to see them form, I will take action. If you only talk to your friends and ignore others? You will be publically called out, and if the problem persist, I have no hesitation demoting you if you're a semi-high position or up or barring you from promotion if you are a regular member." Ryan paused, scanning his gaze over the crowd to gauge their reactions. Nobody yet was particularly guilty, but he was hoping that by stressing the issue a little more it'd correct itself without Ryan having to reprimand anyone.


    Now, onto better news, albeit the announcement of it was rather out of place considering the stern talk he had just had. "Alright, so, promotions!" Ryan was pretty confident about his choices this time. While still not the most active place in the world, Ryan could tell they were starting to settle down after their hectic time of switching through three leaders within the span of a month. "Kitty is bumped up to Swiftrunner, Chris is promoted to Welcoming Committee, Jackie is promoted to Swiftrunner, and I think I've decided on the next Healer." Ryan smirked, running his gaze across the crowd to rest evenly on Jasper. "Jasper, you mind stepping up as our Healer? If not, you're offered a spot on the Council." The only difference, other then occupation, was the fact that Healer had a little more authority as far as Ryan was concerned. "Also, I've got the Validation Totems all carved up now as well, so stick around for those." In other words, don't leave yet because Ryan was still deciding on who got what. What great pre-planning skills the fox had.


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    Sitrium arrived just in time to hear the promotions. She nodded softly at the people he picked. She didn't really know them, but had seen them around. Then again, the femme probably should get out more.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]The cliques, or the start of them, was something he was beginning to notice as well. They weren't necessarily forming but the patterns and trails of what could be a clique were left and evident. His whiskers quivered with a certain contemplation as the Chief spoke on the matter, perhaps a nervousness for whoever it was-- perhaps it did not derive from any intentions and was just an accident? Jasper could not form a hypothesis on such little information. He refrained from making assumptions as well and, plainly, stopped thinking about the whole ordeal.


    Next were some promotions. All of them seemed reasonable to him, faces that were constantly around no doubt. With the mention of his own, the ebony felid perked up curiously. He was being given a decision? Healer, no doubt needed attention and devotion, but his heart undoubtedly leaned towards that of the Council. The ashen male rolled his shoulders and fidgeted for a few moments before he any idea as to what to say to the Chief. Despite his thoughts being messy, Jasper had to say something now or never, "If it is alright, I would prefer a spot on the Council-- but I do have an idea. I'm aware we've had those loose titles for the Council Members through out the moons and, although they are not permanent and extremely significant since members have equal duties, instating a healer withing the Council-- like Battlemaster, Loremaster, et cetera-- could work. Only if you'd like, but I would not mind taking up healing within the Council, sir." This way he was not restricted and could still feel the extent and liberties of being in the Council. He didn't want to seem to put himself before the clan in declining the herbalist position, but he knew it was a lifestyle, something he physically could not commit to again in this life.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]♤ - Oh nice. You make you way to join the crowd and nod to he announcements. New Spain huh? Strange name, but whatever floated their boats. You congratulate those promoted with a nod and a smile.
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    Chris grinned. Welcoming committee was good news! He was rather proud of himself for getting promoted.

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    Hm, interesting. Eel would have to make it her business to 'socialize' and 'make friends' at these events. It would be quite the endeavor for her.
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