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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;width:500px]So, she had lied. The meetings weren't going to have a schedule because sometimes they needed to come earlier or later. Oh well. They'd deal.


    All members of the Badlands, gather for a meeting! she sent telepathically to the entire Clan, a loose smile on her features as she gazed at the NPCs who arrived.


    I know I said these meetings would be held on Sundays, but I got impatient and am going to just hold them whatever. Sorry, not sorry. Anyways, demotions first off, to get it out of the way. Boleyn, I haven't seen you around at all. You have the potential to be promoted again, but, for now, I want Emelia to step up in her place as Bishop. Enki's promoted to Rook, Umbrae, Casey and Luca are promoted to Knights, and Balto, Rebellion and Tenebrae are promoted to Castles. That is all.

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    He was a knight? Cool. That made him douple the HP.
    "Noted Jas." The dragoness said, flicking his ear.
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    He hadn't been there long and he'd already been promoted? Well, he wouldn't argue. "Very well." He mused, walking over to sit down near the others. His copper gaze fell onto the Queen, though he slowly tore them away to glance at those around him. So many faces he still didn't know.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 400px;]A Bishop? Emelia dipped her head, shifting her weight. "Looks like I'll have to start growing herbs in the garden, then." She quipped, although it was clear that the hippogriff was flattered. If it weren't for her beak, she'd be smiling. "Thank you, Jasmine. It's an honor."

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    [justify][size=9pt]"Congrats! And thanks, Jas." Rebel flashed a grin at their leader as he padded over beside his father. He took a sat, his fur glimmering - he had just cleaned in.


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    [justify]Nice. He was a high position, did that mean he could do anything? Probably not, if he had to guess it just meant more responsibility. Still, he was trying to be grateful, dipping his head low in a silent way of saying noted. It was simple, and got the point across as well as he could express. His black tail would flick behind him, trailing off to hunt or something.
    His new knight job probably came with strings attached.
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    He was surprised. Luca? He had been here for what, a day? He cocked his head gazing at the make for a split second before returning his brown eyes to jasmine. He wouldn't question her. He sighe softly, not that he had Ben expecting a promotion as his activity had been lacking, but he had almost hope to hear his name. The idea of holding a rank was an interesting one, and he hoped one day he might know what it was like.


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    these mental summonings were infuriating. jasmine seemed to think she could just yell in their heads whenever she wanted them to come. it was like they were her pets or something like that. not only that, but what's to say she couldn't reach into their minds and just listen. what's to say she wasn't hearing all their private thoughts? what's to say nothing was safe to think? jasmine might be a white queen, but even a white would have no qualms with premtively putting down dissenters for the good of the whole.


    personally, tenebrae was leaning more towards the gray aspect, the neutral path. it would give her the freedom to go whichever way she needed. it was a safe place, to not be affiliated with either side. of course, she wouldn't go colorless. there was too much risk, no gain that could not be achieved by going gray. and it was just asking to be smited from the face of the badlands. the gods did not take well to those who defied them.


    she slunk towards the back of the crowd of cats, keeping her head low so she wouldn't be picked out. ever since vagabond had stepped down and disappeared it had been awkward. she'd gone from the daughter of the king to just a mere child in the space of a day. a day. it either provoked sympathy or other weird behaviour from the cats around her. they just, treated her differently. she couldn't even describe it, really. it was as though she had lost the only thing that made them think of her as anything other than a kit.


    jasmine's voice echoed in her mind, destroying her chain of thought once again. it was rubbish, it was. the she-cat had a voice, she should use it. honestly, she had no idea why her father had made jasmine queen. it made no sense. she lacked confidence, she lacked leadership, she lacked the guts she would need to make decisions. honestly, the very idea of a white queen was ridiculous.


    i know i said these meetings would be held on sundays, but i got impatient and am going to just hold them whatever. sorry, not sorry.


    wonderful, she'd put a stop to her ridiculousness about scheduled meetings. there was no reason to hold a meeting if there was nothing to discuss, and often meeting-worthy topics were too urgent to wait. it was good that that stupidity had been put to a swift end.


    anyways, demotions first off, to get it out of the way. boleyn, i haven't seen you around at all.


    then why are you 'talking' to her, bitch. tenebrae didn't know what that word meant, but she'd heard some of the older badlanders use it to discuss cats they didn't like. she'd asked one of them what it meant and they told her it wasn't a word a kit like her should pay any mind to. so naturally she filed it away for later use.


    you have the potential to be promoted again, but, for now, i want emelia to step up in her place as bishop. enki's promoted to rook, umbrae, casey and luca are promoted to knights, and balto, rebellion and tenebrae are promoted to castles. that is all.


    there was no ceremony, no elegance to the promotion. it was just "hey you, you're in charge of something now." it was so quick. she'd never seen a promotion, but the word had always seemed to carry a certain amount of dignity. like it would be some sort of big deal. this, this was just a quick information dump to the general public. it was disappointing. she found herself wondering if her father would've handled it differently.


    she was a castle now. a planner of festivals. sure, it sounded fancy, but really, jasmine had just placed tenebrae and her littermates in a position from which it would be impossible to progress from without obscene effort, as there was no glory in planning celebrations. perhaps she should be happy that she at least had been given some measure of authority, at the age of three moons, no less. but she only felt even further robbed of the birthright that should have been hers. besides, how were any of them supposed to organize anything if they hadn't even affiliated themselves with a god yet? and who knew what effect this would have on their training...


    she moved herself closer to the back so it no longer looked as though she was trying to avoid everyone. she supposed she would have to thank jasmine, everyone else seemed to be doing it. she hated to do it, but she would have to if she wanted to remain in good standing with the clan.


    "thanks," she called out to jasmine, trying to sound enthusiastic. "i'm honored."