[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Frost crippled each individual blade of grass. Ferns had wilted and transitioned into a pale, faded shade, veiled in a thin layer of falling snow. Thin, alabaster flecks dwindled, meandering down towards the earth, latching to the edges of surfaces and ground. The serval drew to a halt by the camp's center, heterochromatic orbs momentarily skimming camp, its various, multi-hued buildings cloaked in ivory. It wasn't as if the colour had been drained from the land, but instead, the pastel walls still happened to display despite the snow settled upon each rooftop. Upon observing the view, Night withdrew a steady breath, noting the way by which his words would condense in the air: a thin tendril of fog, whirring by his parted jaws. "Colouredclan, gather for a meeting!"
Firstly, demotions. He didn't have too many: though he did have a warning or so that he'd issue, but such came later on in the meeting. "Garlic is demoted to Member. Eph is demoted to Warder." It was a shame, to announce the demotions of said individuals, but they were also seemingly necessary, unfortunately. Anyhow, the serval wouldn't dwell on the grim for too long, instead moving onto the promotions rather sooner than later.
When it came to promotions, there were a few. "Papika, you're promoted to Warder." He'd announce. It hadn't been too long since they had stumbled across the child, but they were already around enough to earn a promotion.. A part of him wondered as to whether they knew what that'd mean for him, but he would give her the stepping-stone rank, nevertheless. He just simply hoped that she wouldn't change, or grow up too fast, though. "Fiore, you're promoted to Bodyguard." The other was fairly solemn, said and did things which were commonly disagreed with by other members, but seemed like a generally.. dependable individual? Well, they were certainly around, that was one thing, and they did have their redeeming qualities, too. Night was actually surprisingly fond of having the reserved individual around. "Euph, you're promoted to Blackblood." The other had been around often, after all - troubled lately, at that. However, they were reliable. They pulled things together, brought up ideas, and generally contibruted to the clan as a whole: thus, earning him his promotion.
Afterwards, came warnings and shoutouts. "Mudkit, you have one more week to pick your activity up." Nighttales knew of the other's notice, and precisely why it had lasted so long, but he couldn't allow for that note to linger forever, unfortunately. He could only hope that the other made their return, rather sooner than later, but he understood all the same if they couldn't. "Vol, Rick, Tara, and Alfred, you four have shoutouts. Keep up the hard work." Night added, a light grin traversing his maw as he combed through the four names, each of them having been frequently appearing faces residing within the clan, after all.
Moving on from that, however, Nighttales would instead move onto another topic, which was particularly important to note. "We've been having plenty of complaints surroundings cliques, lately, for several different reasons. Some people don't get as much attention as others do. Some are overlooked completely. Some people get overlooked oocly, too. If you're caught ignoring people on a regular basis, then you will be demoted come next week." It was a simple statement, in truth. (Ooc note: if you ignore people oocly, then that will also count towards a demotion.) "That, and we need to make an effort to extend ourselves to newcomers. Not as many happen to stick around, nowadays, which is normal in most clans, but we should all make an effort to attempt to involve them, beyond giving them attention in their joining threads."
Aside from those points, however, he would move onto the slightly.. lighter announcement, for this week. "Besides that, though, activity has been doing exceedingly well, recently. We're apparently the fasted clan by quite a substantial lead. So, let's make sure to keep that up. We've gotten to the highest point, and I have to extend my gratitude to the member-base for those efforts." After all, it wasn't him supporting the growth in activity, it was those whom happened to commit to it, and add in their hard work as of late. Over the past month, things had been doing exceptionally well, after all.
"Alright, that's all for this week." Nighttales would eventually conclude, offering a brisk nod. "Dismissed."