WERE YOUR HANDS ALWAYS THIS COLD, LIKE SNOW? | MEETING

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Nighttales would resound with a blithe sigh, withdrawing a breath from the crisp air, and allowing it to swell and cripple his lungs. Lately, he had been using Demios, perhaps a little more often than he would have hoped, all due to having had her spirits riled-up by the peculiar appearance of a seething Ichigo. Though, he'd shove the thoughts to the back of his mind, for the time-being. After all, he had a clan to address, and a meeting to elaborate on. Thus, he'd draw to a halt in the center of camp, parting his jaws and allowing dialogue to skim his lips. "Colouredclan, gather for a meeting!"


    Alright, first came demotions. "Benvolio has resigned, Eph is demoted to Member, Mudkit is demoted to Bodyguard, and Curt is demoted to Blackblood." There were quite a few, though he figured that all were fairly justified, unfortunately. Ben had resigned on his own terms, which was perfectly understandable. Nighttales hadn't seen much of Eph as of late, though. Whereas Mudkit had been depending on an inactivity notice for a while.. and whilst Night understood the difficulty of the predicament, he had said last week, that their note would last for one week longer at best.. Though, were they to eventually return, he was sure that they would find no trouble in reclaiming their rank. As for Curt, Curt had been by his side for quite some time, and the work she happened to always do in the background had helped him out for an ample duration of his leadership, but.. he supposed that he could no longer dismiss her lack of activity - though, were she to show up more frequently once again, at some point, then she would certainly be welcomed back into her previous rank.


    Moving aside, and onto promotions, Nighttales had quite a few more planned out as of this week. "Soap, Twistedkit, and Eclipsecub, you're promoted to Warders." Some were newer than others, and some had been settled for a while, but had shown themselves more frequently over the previous week or so. Either way, each displayed a prominent element of potential, to the extent where he wished to promote them to such stepping-stone ranks. Papika is promoted to Bodyguard, alongside Damiano for his work on one of our upcoming events which I'll elaborate on later." Both were around frequently, putting a large amount of effort into the posts in which they happened to make, alongside Damiano contributing substantially with his ideas, whether they were approved of, or - as with Damiano-day - dismissed. Of course, Night wouldn't forget their endeavors to call him out as a fraud, but, he supposed that there was no real fault in such an action. If he was committed to something rather troublesome, and he failed in keeping such a secret, then he would be the one at fault: not the whistleblower.


    "And finally, Vol is promoted to Captain." He happened to trust his comrade a lot, and Vol was probably one of those whom he happened to have trusted the most, in the entirety of his lifetime - perhaps, that wasn't long in comparison to some, so he'd have therefore thrown in his previous life too, to raise the stakes a little. Therefore, it wasn't difficult or troubling for Nighttales to make such a hefty decision. "Alongside that, Frightfur has wished to return to his former duties, and therefore will be returned to his rank of Captain." Night happened to support the other serval's decisions, after all - and, at least the other had attempted, for a few weeks, to act as a supporting medic role, and had worked to stabilise the field currently. "In light of such, Pixel is promoted to Doctor." The serval would add, recalling his promise to keep her in regards as a candidate for the position - thus, he had kept that in mind, upon making this decision.


    "Oh, Hatari, you have a shoutout. You had quite the significant burst of activity today, which I certainly appreciate. Therefore, if you show your face frequently throughout the following week, you'll find yourself with a promotion in no time at all." Of course, he hadn't forgotten of the canine whom had displayed quite the significant appearance as of late, though seeing as they hadn't been around often throughout the week prior, he'd have to abstain from promoting them until they happened to display a stability, to couple their bursts of appearances.


    Alright, moving on from that was the decision that he had eventually contemplated and entertained the idea of, which seemed somewhat approved by the rest of the clan thus-far. "I originally clipped the ranks as we didn't always have as many members in the clan as we do now, however, with the member-base we have currently, I'll be bringing back the Lieutenant Commander rank, which will act as a vice-leader rank sitting above the rank as Captain. Thus, I will be promoting individuals to that rank next week." Therefore, he'd let his current Captains know that there was a further rank for them to succeed to, and that once they were to move up, more could move up to Captain, and therefore spacing out the overflow of rankings in which they currently sustained.


    Also, he'd have to discuss recent allegiance shifts. "Anatolios is now an ally. They have agreed to lend us war support. Seeing as they have an abundance of farmland, we can use their land as our own to store reserves in the event of an enemy attempting to steal of destroy our resources. They will actively protect our land in the meanwhile, also." Therefore, they wouldn't be losing anything by such a deal, and were the Anatolios to make an enemy out of them, then they'd merely steal their reserves back by any means possible. Simple, and easy. "Also, following the corpse found by the border, and following Ichigo's little visitation, Hawkclan is now an enemy." He would've thought better of their neutral, but yet again, they were an exceedingly righteous, and hypocritical proclan.


    Finally, he'd address something that was perhaps a little more uplifting: the event Damiano had planned. "Damiano has pulled together a play, which will take place in January, called the Chosen One. There are still a few roles free, and therefore, make sure to sign-up if you're interested in participating." Nighttales would add, a blithe grin traversing his maw in the meanwhile.


    "Alright, that's all for this week: dismissed." Nighttales would conclude, with a brief nod.


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    [font=georgia][size=8][i]he was the one that made us, you’ll be the one to save us[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]"My little boy is a Warder! Oh, oh! I must celebrate! Eclipse, my son, you're a Warder!" Came Volatile's rather ecstatic voice. He did a little bounce despite still suffering from broken bones. "My little boy is already achieving goals!" He would have started crying were it not for the fact that he didn't want his son to think he was sad. he ignored the fact that he himself had been promoted, as that didn't matter. What mattered was the fact his son was promoted!
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; margin-top: -12px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=8][i]his voice means to deceive you, my voice just wants to lead you...[/fancypost]
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  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: linear-gradient(#8f6b9b, #8f6b9b, #d4a0e5); height: 100px; width: 400px; padding: 0px; border: 10px solid white; text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; color: white;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; width: 400px; height: 18px; padding-top: 42px; padding-bottom: 42px; text-align: center; margin: auto;]DAMIANO MUZIKANT[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; border-left: 6px solid white; border-right: 6px solid white; padding: 7px; margin: auto; border-bottom: 2px solid white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 15px; background: linear-gradient(#d4a0e5, #d4a0e5, white); min-height: 100px; color: black]Second to arrive to the meeting, was the young Muzikant. He seated himself in the front row and left an extra space on his left side for his dear father. The narcissist was extremely proud of himself for arriving so early to the meeting this time, since he had failed to do this the last time. He listened to the demotions that were called out and nodded his head. The male had no problem whatsoever with the names that were called out, since he didn't really care about them. Benvolio had been a nuisance, Mudkit and Eph weren't creatures he was very acquainted with, and Curtaincall might have been his father's lover. In his opinion, Nighttales had done the right thing.


    Next on the agenda were promotions. One was Nighttales' mistress, Papika, while the other was...HIM! His fuchsia luminaries rounded while he rose a paw to the side of his face. He was was promoted to a bodyguard? Damiano Muzikant was going to be the guard of the commoners, a hero. "Oh...Lightsails," he sniffled. The ivory male hadn't been expecting this. He lowered his paw to his chest and emotionally covered his face with the other. From the looks of it, Damiano was acting as if he had just won a Grammy award. "I-I don't know what to say," He was another step closer to becoming the commander of Colouredclan. Soon enough, he was going to become the chosen one. The domestic feline was just relieved that the spotted serval had liked his event. It was a shame that he hadn't allowed Damiano Muzikant Day but a play was nice too, he supposed.


    The rest of the announcements were a few other promotions that he didn't care about, since none of them were about him. He recognized most of the names, though he didn't bother to congratulate any of them. The shoutout was also insignificant to him as well. Who the heck was Hatari, anyway? Someone with that name actually existed in their clan? Perhaps Nighttales was just making things up. He brushed off the wildcat's mistake and listened to the information on the new rank. Lieutenant Commander, huh? It wasn't the rank he was aiming for, but it was close. The name just needed to have the -lieutenant part removed. "Noted~"


    After this, Nighttales went on to talk about some allies and enemies. Anatolios, used to be The Garden, right? He used to be part of the group, but had left in order to find his father. He wondered how they were doing, now that the great Damiano Muzikant was gone. The note about Hawkclan dropping to their list of enemies wasn't surprising to the child. They were murders, after all. And either way, he was more interested about the announcement about his marvelous play. The Chosen One was going to be great! If it was successful enough, it might have even become a motion picture someday. He couldn't wait! "So tell your roleplayers to be free around January, cause there's nothing more important than my play!" he bragged, raising his snout in the air.
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    [spoiler=♢ — updated 12/6][size=7pt]general. [biography] [thread hub]
    ♢ damiano muzikant sixx puppeteer norwood | dami [dah-me] | cismale
    ♢ 8 months | 8 months mentally/spiritually | ages real time
    ♢ bisexual autoromantic | he/him pronouns
    ♢ colouredclan bodyguard | no titles


    important facts/events.
    ♢ hates getting dirty
    ♢ has a british accent
    ♢ goes crazy without his mirror
    ♢ has athazagoraphobia
    ♢ 'future leader' of colouredclan
    ♢ promoted to bodyguard (12/10)


    physical. [reference]
    ★ DOMESTIC FELINE [birth & main] | health: 100%
    — ivory turkish angora with a pair of intense, fuchsia eyes. his pelt is long and well groomed, while his body is well built. he is a bit undersized as he is shorter than most males. growing out of his back, are a pair of crimson red butterfly wings with black markings.
    ♢ wears a golden crown adorned with a single red ruby
    ♢ carries a burgundy satchel holding his hand mirror
    [injuries] n/a


    relationships. [heart chart]
    ♢ single | crushing on himself
    ♢ ½ of ______
    ♢ yuri muzikant x npc
    ♢ mentor: yuri muzikant


    personality.
    ♢ narcissistic | sarcastic | childish | pompous | stubborn
    ♢ blunt | rigorous | insensitive | ambitious | competitive
    ♢ impatient | pessimistic | dramatic | insecure | neat | dense
    ♢ envious | selfish | emotional | prideful | devoted | overconfident


    powers.
    ♢ conjuration [discovered]
    ♢ teleportation [discovered]
    ♢ shapeshifting [undiscovered]


    interaction/confrontation.
    ♢ closed to capture, torture, and death
    ♢ easy mentally | medium physically
    ♢ attack in bold #8f6b9b or risk being ignored
    ♢ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Hatari moved over and took a seat. Nodding to the male and then looking at her paws. "Thank you siw." She replied to the shout out before noticing the male nearby. He was bouncing up and down. Excitement clear on his face. Was that what it was like? Having a parent to be proud of you? A sad smile crossed her maw and she looked back at her paws. Clearly sad but swiftly hiding that fact. Even Lilac, the moody ghost, was ofdly sad for the pup. It really did suck.


    Lilac - Hatari
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 10pt arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px]The next to appear was Tara, nodding her head as Nighttales spoke. All of what was being said sounded cool and nice, and she was happy to see Vol move up to Captain. "Congrats, dudes," she said.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][hr]"Yeah, understandable." She wasn't particularly let down, since she could always work her way back up again, and now that holidays had started she could actually start doing something, but for now she herself was pretty satisfied with Night's decision. No bad blood for this blackblood. "Congrats to those promoted."


    Ah, the Lieutenant position was back. High achiever, she was more annoyed with herself than anything, as though she had fallen to ranks rather than one. Some stuff about allies and enemies - the hawkclan thing was surprising - and something about that little sh*t's play. "Noted!"


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    To be completely honest, he had forgotten today was Saturday, thus his explanation for his late arrival to the meeting. There were many things the peafowl had to wrap his head around that he couldn't entirely react to, given his recent dip into the more depressing side of his emotions, which he was struggling with. He knew that ultimately, he would feel better, but for now he would let himself float on within the darker places. Let it run it's course.




    As for some things he caught, they were generally surprising. Those who were demoted gave him a bit of shock, as did the promotions and shifting in positions again. Though he supposed it was all well deserved, and anyone demoted could easily earn their spot back. He could've been on that list. "Condolences to those demoted, congratulations to those promoted," came the usual, robotic response. "Noted, Night."
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  • [justify][fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-size:11px]it was the sight of nighttales appearing in the center of colouredtown that the field medic noticed that it seems to be another big meeting. the kitten had yet to realize this was a weekly meeting done every saturday, and assumed it was just a way of announcing multiple news. quickly approaching the already growing crowd, imo would pick a seat by hatari, offering the female a smile before turning to focus on nighttale's moving lips as he proceeded to start the meeting. first was demotions. the big names of the ranks and names of those who held those positions failed to be recognized, all considering that he was still fairly new to the clan. he had nothing to say for that matter.


    next was promotions. the first name he recognized was twistedkit, the one he first met at the snow fight. scanning the crowd for the other kitten, he noted that they were not here yet. shaking his head, he would turn to focus again on the leader. he was starting to recognize what promotion meant, it was a way of recognizing someone to a higher up rank than what they were now, a citizen of colouredtown. papika was another familiar name, she was a field medic as well. it seems she also was nabbing another high rank. she too, however, was not here yet. moving on, it appeared to be focusing on the medic team. the kitten was surprised to read that frightfur was not... doctor? his head swerved to search for the tom he idolized, but like the previous two, not yet to be found. a frown on his maw appeared as he noted that pixel was to be the new doctor. imo did not know the female very well, so he couldn't judge her too harshly, but he did very much wish for the company of the former human. perhaps, he could still try to have training with the captain. he would make a note to do so on his own time.


    the name of hatari shaped on the lips brought his head turning back to the female he was sitting next to. he offered a huge smile, tail wagging almost like a happy dog, as he would nosed the pup on the side of her face in a way of saying congratulations for getting a shoutout and a possible promotion.


    back to the leader, the news became of politics, which was something that did not always hold the kit's short attention very long. by the time nighttales was starting of adding a rank, the tom was drifting in thoughts of playing later today. however, his sharp eyes did not escape the note of promotions being mentioned and he became alert again, sitting straight. he didn't realize that this promotion wouldn't happen until next week's meeting, but it was enough to bring him out of daydream for a bit. more unfamiliar words spilled from nighttales' mouth, and his head tilted in confusion. he understood nothing of the stance wiht anatolios and hawkclan.


    and the last mention was something, but the word play caught his attention. he didn't realize that the word had another meaning, as in a theatre act and not an actual playing games. as soon as nighttales dismissed them, the kitten would bounce onto his paws and dart out of the square to search for damino and ask about this play. little did he knew that damino was there at the meeting the whole time. but that was alright, immortal would bound to find the director in no time.

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    “TALKING” [i]‘THINKING’
    (REFLECTING)

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    You know what, Val had been sitting down at a table by itself, sitting and reading the meeting. Satisfied, it decided it was time to post. It moved down the individual posts and finally came to a hault at the response segment of everything. This is where it hesitated. It could write Cassius in, but then...it had made an oath to stay more in character. It knew deep down that Saturday evening Cassius would of been sleeping the day away. The ruddy red labrador was therefor, in bed. That children, is where the story begins.





    Cassius woke up at 2 am that night. He made his way to the meeting, (Just so he could say he tried to maker it.) only to find no one was there. It was quiet. No one was left. And thus, Cassius went back home.




    He'd missed the meeting, but hey. He'd...say he tried to attend.

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  • [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]Quite a few changes in ranks; he was pleased to hear Damiano and Papika receiving promotions in particular, the former being someone he admired and so felt awkward about being in a position of higher authority than, and the latter an individual he felt particularly comfortable around and thought of as one of the friendlier contributors to the clan. A new rank, too - their ranks were quite full, so it seemed like a good decision. Euphemia would seat himself beside his older brother, gaze flickering briefly to each individual as their names were called. "A - ah...congratulations, and condolences," he spoke up, fidgeting nervously with his paws.
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    His stomach ached. It's not a sharp pain, not that of skin separating every time he breathed or of stitches straining to keep his insides from pouring into the floor. It's cold fingers worling their way into bleeding wounds, whispering in his ear as they twar off bits of skin and it [i]hurts
    but he is numb. Soul shattered like glass, like bullet holes through a window. He is frozen.


    He's lost weight, but it's not enough. There's been too much going on, taking care of patients, managing his own life, becoming a self-taught, self-proclaimed master healer, and he's skipped a few to many meals this week. It is hard to keep track of himself in between work and hime and sleeping and fighting. In between keeping himself sane and slowly going mad.


    Fright Seraphim arrived at the meeting with green feral eyes heavy (they were always heavy) and he carried a pillow with him. A pink pillow. He thew it down to the ground, climbed on top it and sighed.


    This would mark the eighteenth and a half Colouredclan meeting that he was late to show his arrogant mug to.


    Per usual: demotions had been first. His ears had never heard them and he caught them from the soft clamor of the crowd. Benvolio, he knew, had resigned. Ephemeralaurora was demoted...as was Curtaincall. And he was probably forgetting about something, someone else, but the words from Nighttales's mouth moved on and if he didn't start paying attention now, he never get it all.


    The new warders were: Twistedkit, Eclipsecub, and Soap. Eclipse was Volatiletimes's kid. Twistedkit was technically, but also not technically, his own child. And, yes, he was happy for the sour baby and he knew Lucien would be, too. Soap was a buddy, too. "Hey, way to make a guy proud, Twisted! And congrats Eclipsecub and Soap!" Fright called at due time in his western drawl, high-pitched and not as loud as the usual call of 'congrats' from many others.


    Vol was a Captain, too, and he was happy for him to say the least and he felt like maybe he wouldn't fall asleep on this pillow in the middle of camp because the meeting was (at least) interesting and he was happy enough until it landed on the subject of—


    himself.


    He would be going back to doing nothing. He would be a Captain. Being medic was hard, the spirit found himself with no time to sleep, no time to disobey, no time to stop. There was always a lot of blood and the sights from seeing each injury day in and day out—it only hurt for a second.


    Yet, he was guilty for leaving them. He was always guilty though. He abandoned a lot of things and a lot of people. He closed his eyes and lay still. Okay. But this time he wouldn't just leave the medic team, he may not be part of them, but he would help them because he wanted to and that's how things would be.


    Plus, he trusted Pixel and the apprentices he'd promoted himself: Immortalfallacy, Papika, and Cottoncandypaw—they were all good creatures and had potential enough to be worthy Doctors. Only bad things could have occurred from him keeping the head medic position...those horrible things entirely embedded in the fact that he was a rebel who wanted to fight anyone and everyone and self-taught doctor with no natural-born skill for saving others. He had to stop before someone died...because who wanted Fright "Bullet" Seraphim's glaring eyes to be the last thing they'd see?


    Hatari, he was soundlessly glad for and her shout-out kept his mind from continuously milling over his former medic team. Anatolios he didn't know of and Hawkclan...Hawkclan would pay.


    The 'Chosen One' play was the last thing on his mind. The former human grunted, picked himself up and pulled himself off the pillow, now with a fresh new cut on its surface thanks to his dangerous chest spike. He'd have to get to work (or catch up on his sleep) and with that in mind, he was lazily stepping away, waving away everyone and anyone who dared approach him after the words, 'Dismissed,' had left the Commander's mouth.


  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]So. He was slowly climbing up. Soap shut his eyes and let out a small sigh. "Thank you, sir. Congrats to those promoted and condolences to demoted."
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=8][i]Love, it will get you nowhere. You're on your own.[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]That touch made her turn her gaze back to the tom. She felt a smile on her maw. She was going to be okay. He had her back. She knew that and she would have his. Always.


    Lilac - Hatari
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; margin-top: -12px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=8][i]You fucking psycho. Your ass belongs to me now.[/fancypost]

  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The child supposed it was nice to hear the news, even though he had no idea what half of the meeting was about. Only watching his father, was happiness enough. "Congratulations to those promoted and condolences to those demoted." It was standard, but he didn't know all of them.


  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]He was late. It didn't matter but still, it was recognizable and it meant something. Rick was slowly spiraling into this habit of avoiding social events and the meeting was just one of the many. And to think he'd been doing so well too. Perhaps it had been the near death by Vader's lightsaber that had set him back or the fact he'd begged for death twice. He had to make it better; for Tara, for Emilia. For the memories of his family, he had to. He grimaced slightly as he padded up, sitting besides Tara, giving her a little nudge in greeting before turning his cold blue gaze to Nighttales, ears pricked. Listening to the announcements, they didn't quite surprise him, more specifically the demotions and promotions. The fact that Hawkclan was now an enemy made his claws twitch. They had left a corpse on their borders and whilst Rick had suspected that they might've been set up to it, this little declaration indicated that it had actually been Hawkclan doing it. His blue eyes narrowed. "Got it." Was all he said, stub tail twitching to and fro.



  • [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 480px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]The shisa didn't usually attend meetings. He was much too busy eating--though he made an exception for this one because he heard his name being called. Eclipsecub had settled in a warm corner of the camp when an ear perked slightly, detecting the sound of his name from the meeting.


    What was happening? Were they scolding him or something? Outside of Volatiletimes, the only time someone actually said his name was when they were angry at something he did and he associated that stimuli with the sound of his name in anothers' voice.


    So he was actually annoyed when the leader had called his name. The shisa pushed through the crowd, making a low growling noise in the back of his throat. His ears were pinned against his head and the pupils of his eyes were narrowed into slits. However, he heard the sound of Volatile's voice and the provider sounded happy. The provider was never happy when others were scolding him and that was when Eclipsecub knew that something was wrong. Very wrong.


    Edging his way through the crowd towards the amphiptere, the shisa let out a demanding grunt, as if asking what the heck was going on here.

  • [align=center][font=georgia][size=30pt]YURI MUZIKANT[/size]
    information [abbr=address with name in #ed5b5b, lucidreverie x charcoal, no mate/crush, offspring (full list of offspring on bio): damiano muzikant] interaction[/abbr] [abbr=telepathy, ability to glow (eyes glow a bright light pick color when angry or when experiencing an intense emotion. he goes 'berserk' and into a fit of uncontrollable fury and rage or intensely tries to accomplish a goal/motive), manipulation of scents, invisibility, shape shifting (bodies are under 'BODIES' category), project and manipulate emotions, the sight, absorbing spirits to gain 9 lives (3/9), conjuration, teleportation, sound wave manipulation, super senses, elemental powers, telekinesis] powers [/abbr] [abbr=FORM #1: birth body; Turkish angora domestic feline; cream tomcat with dark black tabby markings and vibrant fuchsia colored eyes; fuchsia and black butterfly wings . reference in mobile tags below . FORM #2: bipedal & mutated angora domestic feline; long & plush pelt; light purple-grey tom with darker purple stripes; white tipped ears, forepaws, tail, & white muzzle marking; has dark fuchsia-pink eyebrows; vibrant fuchsia colored eyes; walks upright most of the time but moves on four legs when acting quickly; mutated to have opposable thumbs & skeletal structure that allows humanoid-like movement; reference in mobile tags below~]bodies/forms [/abbr] #fusionbtch


    [fancypost bgcolor=#e1a2dc; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#ed5b5b, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][color=#f0e2f0][font=arial][size=9pt]Yuri noted the new promotions and the demotions. Dami’s promotion stood out to him most because he was obliged to congratulate his son. His very own son was now a bodyguard for their clan. ”Congratualtions, Damiano!” Yuri would call to his boy. The announcement that the old rank lieutenant commander would be re-added pleased him. The rank was one he’d held before and that made it somewhat dear to him.


    Yuri looked mildly surprised to hear Fright was no longer doctor but Pixel. He supposed the crazy kid found out hospitality was not always his thing? Yuri would still have to play it safe. Pixel did not like him much either and she was only a step up from having evil Frighty work on him.


    He noted the new political changes. He was not excited about Anatolios because he didn’t trust tiny groups to pull their weight but Night mentioned if they did not them they would be dropped from the friend list. HawkClan was an enemy of ColouredClan now. Good. It seemed fitting. Yuri remembered holding raids against them while a member in ShadowClan. They were pro-scum. A new opponent was always interesting and so Yuri decided he’d watch the relationship between HawkClan and his home.


    On a brighter note, his son was holding a play. Yuri would love to have a role or at least a front row seat. He would have to ask his son what he was up to with this theatrical performance.


    //rushed&allovertheplace rip




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    [font=georgia][size=8][i]he was the one that made us, you’ll be the one to save us[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]He aimed to grab his son and hold him up, purring. "You're a Warder now, little one.. You now have a voice in ColouredClan's politics." Well, he always had one but now it could be heard! Maybe.. "You've made me so proud..." He aimed to give the cub a tight hug.
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    Having wandered over at Nighttales' call, Twisted wasn't paying a lot of attention until he heard his own name among those being promoted. He straightened out, a large smile on his maw, as he proudly puffed out his chest. He was a wander, now, whatever that was. The munchkin didn't care though, as now he were important. The only grew happier when he heard the sound of his father praising him on this latest accomplishment. Yes, this was his purpose in life. To make his family think he was worth something. And, also, to show that Frightfur wasn't a bad influence on him. Twistedkit wanted to be exactly like him one day.
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