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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px][justify][size=9pt]Blackjack hoped Egretstar wouldn't mind. No, he knew she wouldn't. Activity was dropping in Hawkclan and he would not stand and watch it become nothing. He decided to take action. He caused a bit of commotion near the center of camp, hoping to draw some attention to himself.


    "WEEKLY TASKS!" He would bellow out, a grin on his maw. "These will last until... July 25th. Anybody who shows themselves will get one, whether you request one or not. Besides, these can possibly go towards your points for the competition!"

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    "Fine," Blitzpaw said as he muttered under his breath, something about how the guy in charge was obnoxious and noisy. He wasn't interested in participating in the Clanwide contest, never mind earning points for it. Although he understood how friendly competition could rally up the Clan and get them into high hopes, it always seemed to burn them out at the end. Animals got tired, then they stopped showing their faces around. He liked to be in control of his own social setting, so he would not be eager to jump headfirst into this competition. With a permanent scowl on his maw, he waited for further instructions.



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Unlike the medicinal canine that arrived before her, Twilighttown thrived on competitions. It was possibly the only thing that kept the blood in her veins fresh, and her sanity stable. Events, competitions... anything else made her go stir crazy in this goddamn hellhole.


    "Give me one." It was a demand, a sharp one. She knew of the viciousness in her voice, and she did not correct it this time. She did not like this man, so he was not worthy of.... suddenly, she decided she was childish. "...Please." Maybe he was just doing his job-- no! Don't be weak! So many thoughts bounced around in her head, causing great stress and irritation.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:500px][justify][size=9pt]Blackjack looked towards Blitzpaw, a slight frown on his face. This guy seemed angry... but the lion wouldn't go in and change up how the wolf went around. "Blitzpaw, you can hold a game of two truths and a lie. Make sure everybody who attends will find out something interesting about one of their clanmates."


    He gritted his teeth in irritation when Twilighttime demanded a task. He had mutual feelings towards her: dislike. However, he could not let that get in the way of his job. "Sure." He huffed, searching his mind for something for the girl to do. He didn't want to be completely evil and give her something that she would hate... although Blackjack did have to admit it sounded tempting. "You can order a hunting patrol." He directed towards the female.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 460px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 98%; text-align: justify;][glow=#fff,8,400]❀[/glow] Interesting. She hadn't done anything like this for ages now, since leaving the clan in which she'd trialed a dual alliance with. So it seemed interesting to her. "I'd like one." She didn't have too many hobbies, so exploring new areas and such seemed like a decent way to kill time.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Huffing at the lameness and dreadful boringness of such a task, Twilighttown found herself on her feet instantly to go off and complete it. She didn't care for the signs of anger he showed-- he was nothing to her. Vague thoughts of destroying Blackjack and HawkClan with him crept in the back of her head, but she knew that would be no better than sinking down to her father's level.


    She only gave one glare back at the Aviator Trainee before turning and speeding off, her nimble legs taking her at a great speed.