it was a quiet time of day --> ANNOUNCEMENTS, PROMOS, DEMOS

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]It was time again for the weekly announcements. They weren't exactly weekly, but that was just a minor detail. The Prime General took his place on the rock underground, rolling his shoulders as he took a deep breath. This was still uncomfortable to him - addressing all these members of the Tribe he was leading. The Tribe he was responsible for. "Tribe of Burning Dreams!" His voice echoed through the tunnels and the tiger leaned back on his haunches, awaiting the Tribe of Taskforce X members.


    When a decent amount had arrived, Damon took a deep breath. "The Tribe of Burning Dreams will be moving our camp to the planet Xesmoiyama while the war against ThunderClan is still going on. Deathstroke may or may not move the Taskforce X, but since we have most of the same members, I would expect so." This was mainly due to the war but also because of the evidence of humans exploring further and further into their territory. "This move will be immediate and I will not allow any Tribe members to remain on the Chadus territory after today. However, I know there is the issue of the lack of prey on Xesmoiyama so hunting on Chadus is okay, but hunting on the other planets is encouraged."


    Damon cleared his throat and continued, "As many of you may already know, I am trying to end the war with ThunderClan. Deathstroke has other opinions, but you will be severely punished if you are a member of the Tribe and I catch you trying to continue the war or increase the chances of the war continuing. I am trying my hardest to end it before more lives are lost. I hope this is understood." Deathstroke would probably be pissed at him for this, but he didn't really give a damn.


    Time for demotions. This wasn't his favorite part and it seemed as if a lot of the members he was giving chances to were letting him down. "Spinebreak, Winterpaw, Barisol, and Problematickit are demoted. Hazelle is demoted to Duchess." He hated to do this, especially to Hazelle since he trusted her and he enjoyed her company, but she wasn't around as much as he wished and she just wasn't contributing with ideas as much as Damon wanted her to. He would have liked to demote Deathstroke as well but Damon would rather let him stay in power for now than to risk him getting pissed off and doing something stupid.


    Ah, now for promotions. This was the meeting where he would be announcing his General. Or rather, Generals - for he had been unable to pick just one. "Promotions. There aren't a lot but they are important. Hux and Starjelly - I would like for you both to step up as my Generals, if you accept the offer." He had faith that both of them would do good as his right hands.


    "As for events - I will be putting together a mass meet and greet for the Tribe. This is just for us to get to know each other better. I will also be hosting a training session and self defense training. If you have any ideas, let me know. I am very interested in hearing everyone's thoughts."


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    - Moving to Xesmoiyama (bc of war and humans)
    - Trying to end the war with ThunderClan (if a member of tobd attacks tc w/o being attacked, they will be severely punished regardless of if they are a member of the taskforce x or not)
    - Spinebreak, Winterpaw, Barisol, Problematickit demoted
    - Hazelle demoted to Duchess
    - Hux and Stargit promoted to General
    - Mass meet and greet for the Tribe
    - Training and self-defense event
    - Tell Damon any ideas you have
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 1px;][size=20pt]StarjellyIlluminatis[/size][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;][color=lightgrey]ToBD — SHOGUN — HOVER FOR TAGS — ATTACK IN WHITE[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]..She was general? Star stared up at Damon with wide eyes, confusion clouding them. What? "I er... I accept.." Stargit finally said, forcing a wide smile. "I am sorry for those promoted.. You'll get a chance at regaining your positions, I'm sure!" She said with hope edging her voice.


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    [align=center][spoiler=INFO]General


    stargit illuminatis-demore[prefers to go by starjelly] | no biological gender [she/he/them/any pronouns] | no biological sex | ageless | adept | cosmic entity | all free bodies[mainly uses a feline or kirin body] | head of the illuminatis-demore family | born from stardust | loves everybody equally | has an extreme fear of fighting anybody | easy physically and mentally


    Clan


    tribe of burning dreams && mansion of versailles | attack in underlined white | shogun && subject | scent manipulation, conjuration, blue blood & tears, invisibility | cosmic queen that listens to all | loyal subject to all | bleeding heart | capture is easy/no maiming or killing/ask for major injury | lost and restless | cousin of volatiletimes | naive


    Relationships


    pansexual panromantic | single | crushing on damon | mother of one child[bill cipher] | mentoring no-one | father time xx mother nature | tries to make friends with all | enemy of some | acquainted to many | desires to see better things in life


    LINKS
    Heartchart + Opinions | Storage | Thread hub

  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify][font=arial]He's going to shit himself.
    All his life he'd listened to his father, trained under his father, lived under his rules and desires and too-hopeful visions for the future. He'd always been told that you need to be powerful, you need to be who I am - and he'd believed that all his life, that he was a disgrace to the Hux name if he didn't turn out like his father. A commander, a leader. But there was a difference between being thee viceleader of a clan and yelling at a group of soldiers tramping around the open woods, and as Damon speaks his name such a realization slams into him with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. This is... Better than what his father had been.
    He'd finally bested the asshole.
    "Yes, Prime General, sir. I accept. Thank you." Hux nods quickly, his mind racing too fast to put coherent sentences into his mouth. He can only stare up at Damon, then, while trying to fathom the news he'd just received.


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    Huh. No demotion. He was surprised but he would take it. And then there was no continuing the war with Thunderclan. Pathetic. They could win the war easily, if the idiot leader just tried. Of course, he was a wimp. Running from fights that were originally started by them. You start the war, you ride it out til the end. It doesn't matter who called the war an actual war, the Tribe had started the fighting in the first place. And they were just going to try to get out of it. The young ocelot would not let his emotions show, simply dipping his head, even though he was disgusted at the Tribe.


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    Queen shook her head, the curly auburn ringlets bouncing about "The distaste for your plan is palpable." the anthro muttered, the feelings of the others almost suffocating her. It had been so long since she had needed to hold back her powers, it was a bit overwhelming



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