WE'RE NOTHING IN THE SEA | EARLY MEETING

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    [size=8]breathe in for seven...breathe out. good, just keep breathing.


    the male is on edge, notably so even for him. the anxiety he tries to keep wrapped up in his mind is very visible through shaking limbs and and eyes widened in fear and dread. his first meeting, and he can already feel the crushing weight of being the new leader - this is what the lieutenant position has been steeling him for, but he would never have expected to find himself here so quickly, and he's not sure if he feels ready. he is worried he will not live up to expectations; nighttales has been leader for as long as euphemia has lived in colouredclan and maybe it's his admiration for the former leader that plants such doubts in his mind. he...wonders whether he'll be a poor successor, and after all that nighttales has done for the clan, he wants to give his clanmates the things that the late commander did but he lacks the same confidence.


    the other reason he's in a bit of a dismal headspace is the circumstances of him taking up the position of leader; the death of nighttales. he isn't crying; he's past that, but he's evidently upset about it. he doesn't think that the serval's death was a painful one, but he doesn't know for sure how it had happened - only that it was during slumber that his heartbeat slowed and then stopped. and now, the reigns are in his hands...it's overwhelming for the child, to say the least. "a - ah..." it feels as though someone has poured sand down his throat. he swallows, but the grains don't go away. keep breathing. and smile. he does, the corners of his lips quirking upwards into a weak smile, but a smile nonetheless.


    "gather...ah, please gather for a meeting," he manages to churn out. those words are foreign on his tongue. "a - ah, first - firstly, nighttales has...ah, p - p - passed away..." he pauses for a moment, looking lost. "i'd, ah, like to hold some - some sort of m - memorial service for him later this week. but, ah, he has left the clan to me, s - so, our allies need to know and it'd be, ah, nice if i could get - get some volunteers to tell them. i, u - um, i want to say that...i hope i'll be a good leader for you...a - ah...i'll do my best."


    demotions and promotions...he does have some demotions he has to do, and it's a bit of an unsavory note for him. "a - ah, there will be no promotions for now, but akutagawa, xochitl and twistedkit get shoutouts. papika and spectre are, ah, demoted." not many, but in fairness, he hadn't been expecting to be tasked with promoting and demoting. he's aware he'll have to keep a closer look out, but he's glad to be able to give shoutouts to members, new or old, who he has seen contributing. he doesn't know what has happened to spectre, but he suspects her disappearance is to do with her fiancé, while papika's name is especially difficult to provide for demotions. he had always considered the kitsune to be a friend of his and to have to demote her...is a little bleak.


    "activity is, a - ah, a little slow," he admits. "b - but, don't worry about it. i- i'm sure it'll pick up. thank, ah, thank you all for your efforts." he hesitates; that must be about it, right? his stomach twists at the thought that he may have forgotten something. he had mentally scripted the meeting, but in his panic it doesn't seem unlikely that he has left something out. "that's, ah, that's about it. dismissed."


    MY DEAR OLD FRIEND TAKE ME FOR A SPIN / 31 DEC

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    TO DENOUNCE THE EVILS OF TRUTH AND LOVE

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    And Nighttales was gone, so beginning a new cycle of leadership. Complications always arose when transitioning, though... Eupenia seemed to be managing it rather well, and Jessie smiled, her sapphire optics glistening. "You are doing a wonderful job so far, Leader Euph. Congratulations!" she chimed, though saddened by the announcement of Nighttales' death, she tried not to make it taint her state of mind. "Well, condolences to those demoted. I would be glad to help you arrange Lea- um, Nighttales' memorial service, love."

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    GENERAL
    jesselina alistair
    female | 19 moons
    member of colouredclan
    single | no crush
    PERSONALITY
    jessie is flamboyant and mysterious. she is not easily angered and has a strange thirst for battle and a disturbing bloodlust when she is on the battlefield. she is energetic and always making her presence known, and adores being the centre of attention. she is loyal to her previous lover, james, who she does not talk about, as she believes he is still alive.
    APPEARANCE
    she is a slender and flexible white domestic cat. she has claws, and has a jagged 'R' shaped scar on her left shoulder. she has sky-blue eyes, and her smile is more of a smirk than an actual smile. she also has sleek, soft fur which is always kept well-groomed. she also has a curly mass of fur over one of her eyes, which is dyed pink.

    IMPORTANT INFORMATION
    birthplace unknown
    current clan colouredclan
    spouse(s)/love interest(s) none
    current rank member
    past ranks warder, bodyguard
    -- she used to be part of a gang known as 'team rocket'- the base of this gang was destroyed and as far as she knew she is the sole survivor
    -- very intelligent but tries not to show it
    -- can speak japanese but doesn't do it very often
    -- particularly bad at calming down
    - very athletic and flexible, very high pain threshold
    #teamrocketbeauty

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    Nighttales had passed? The seal point kitten's head was filled with confused questions, like was Night killed in a sort of exorcism or something, but Nefarious didn't speak, just set his mismatched gaze upon their new leader. He couldn't imagine how it felt to be in Euphemia's position. His black dipped ears twitched in slight surprise over Papika's demotion but, again, Nef didn't speak, just nodded to show his acknowledgment of the situation.


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    Nefariouskit Flamel Universum| Nef | male
    bisexual | biromantic | currently single
    3 moons | born December 23rd, then aged 3 moons
    Colouredclan member | Bodyguard
    physical:
    • domestic feline [CURRENT]
    - right eye is a dark orange, while the left is a pale olive
    - slightly curved black horns (currently only two inches tall)
    - black seal point coloring with light gray fur on main form
    injuries:
    • none at the moment
    personality:
    aloof | mildly curious | pyrophobic | photographic memory
    extremely down to earth | quick to judgement (usually self-judgement)
    confrontation:
    • easy physically | easy mentally
    • will start fights given certain reasons | does not back down
    • Juyo / Vaapad based fighting styles | very low threat level
    • attack in #FE642E
    [color=#000]•     teleportation (looks like a trail of black smoke when teleporting)

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    Nighttales? What a shame. He seemed like a nice guy, but again — Akutagawa never had a strong allegience to anybody regardless of position and power. He followed orders, but only to what he saw fit. Rolling his shoulders, the male offered a neutral gaze, although he allowed a fleeting solemn glint in his eyes that soon passed to reveal his neutrality on this topic. As Euphemia had stepped up and gave him and some other clanmates a shoutout, he perked his lobes. If he kept working at it, Akutagawa knew he could rise up in the ranks.


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    And Nighttales was gone, just like that? Derrick stood there, eyes squinting at the ground as he ran over it in his mind. He wasn't going to cry, but he definitely felt something. He had known the serval ever since his first joining of ColouredClan. They had been friends, at one point. It had gotten rocky somewhere, but it had been looking up. He shook his head, glancing up toward Euphemia, "Noted. And don't worry about it, you'll be a great leader. I can... help with letting our allies know about the, um... y'know."

    He had fallen silent, not even bothering in voicing his own little thoughts out loud. He was sad, that was for sure. He felt even more emptier than before, now that Nighttales was gone. At least.. At least he had been able to confess his love to the male before death. Not that that helped anything, really. Rejection had happened, and... He released a soft sigh. "Noted." Was all Volatiletimes said.

    No. Not another friend dead. It was all Daichi could do to keep from bawling. Nighttales was one of his last remaining friends, and now the leader was gone. He was glad Euphemia was leader, he seemed trustworthy and kind. With a small frown on his quavering maw, the brindled dog turned away, headed back to his house to sleep. Hopefully. This news would definitely be difficult for the Kai Ken to deal with. There's no way he's actually dead...



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    Not being one for public speaking herself, Xochitl revered Euphemia for being able to talk to the crowd. Of course he was neevous, anyone in their right mind would be. But that wasn't the point, was it? No, the point w as that he was now leader and she was quite confident in his abilities. She shot the young leader an encouraging smile, her stump wagging slowly. "Noted!" she barked in response.

    it had yet to strike the youngster's mind that nighttales was really gone. the one person, the one who seems to be always around was gone. dead, actually. another name to be added on the growing list of patients he had failed to help. immortal arrived in silence, joining the side of one of his patients, akutagawa, blinking blankly up at euphemia. the words of the new leader barely registered in his brain and once he dismissed them, the kitten turned and left as quietly as he had came. there was too much to think about at the moment.

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    oh, I want to come near and give ya every part of me
    ▫ but there's BLOOD on my hands and my lips aren't CLEAN
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    Dear god...it looks like he's seen some sh.t. That was what Frightfur Seraphim first thought when he teleported into watch the meeting that, strangely, Euphemia had called and called early... and where was Nighttales? But, no, regardless of what the dainty crossdresser had seen or not seen, that was just the face Euphemia made when he was very very nervous.


    The impotent smile that he tried to give to the crowd as he tried to speak made Fright force a similar one onto his own features as he impatiently wondered just what news Euphemia had to bring. He hadn't known Nighttales had gone and died so when he heard it spoken his teeth gnashed together, brows knotting, and he cursed a four letter word of pure pain from of his mouth as if he were spiting out a broken tooth. That was not possible, was it? Perhaps Nighttales was less eternal than the little dark spirit would have liked to think. Christ—he wanted to walk away now and not look back.


    "but, ah, he has left the clan to me—"


    The baby serval's first response was to feel sad. Sad because Nighttales had left them and sad just to be sad. Yet, when Euphemia said Night had left the clan to him, the Seraphim boy's heart went cold. He expression drew itself to steel into carelessness, something remorseless. So, his so called 'friend and former leader' hadn't trusted him after all, huh? Go figure. Somehow he wasn't surprised. The older serval probably had never gotten over the fact that Fright himself was a traitor, had killed, had lied, had been exiled from this very place. The desire to destroy and mock and push away ran so far in his blood that it must consume his heart. Is that really what they all thought?


    The mechanical boy shifted where he sat and looked away, refusing to look Euphemia, hell anyone, in the eyes. Not out of weakness but straight outta the blatant fear they see his crushing disappointment and mistrust that swam there like a plague. He doesn't wish to inform anyone or help out with the allies. He didn't feel like it and making Frightfur do anything was as stupid as trying to force a mule to drink.


    Papika and Spectre were gone, disappeared, likely due to Nighttales's death or maybe some other reason. He didn't know. He didn't care. They were gone (and maybe that hurt a little bit, too, he wasn't paying attention to how much damage he had taken from all this news).


    Fright wasn't over the sudden sickness in his stomach and when the words 'dismissed' were spoken, he was gone like the fleeting wind. A flash of fading light was the only thing that said he had even been there at all.


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    It was a bit strange to see Euph calling a meeting. The first thing that came to the mind of the kit was if this was something like Damiano had done. But then, the passing of Nighttales was announced. Twistedkit couldn't say he was as close the the deceased former leader as some gathered around him were, but his death still came as a surprise. As the new leader continued to speak of memorial arrangements, the munchkin looked to his paws where he had come to sit beside Frightfur. Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked to see his father's reaction to the news. It was apparent that this was his first time hearing it, also. It was hard for the kit to judge exactly how the serval felt about the situation, but he knew he certainly wasn't happy. Was he similar to Twisted in that he didn't care so much? The tabby would have guessed they would have had some kind of relationship, if Fright were to be second-in-command to Nighttales. His thoughts were interrupted at the mention of his own name among those receiving shoutouts. Unfortunately, his pride was quickly forgotten with Euph's next statement. Papika was demoted. Twistedkit couldn't help but feel sorry for his friend, her fatherly figure dying and then being demoted. He would be sure to help the kitsune as much as he could during these tough times of hers and, maybe, if they worked hard together, they could both rise up the ranks. Although his gaze was still on the ground in front of him, this thought brought a small smile to his face, before he, too, turned to leave.

    She couldn't hear anything past the news.
    Midnight was very unaware of herself breathing at the moment, but they were deep, heavy, labored. Nighttales... was dead. She couldn't believe it- she wouldn't. Maybe he had departed quietly and left a note? Maybe he was captured and had been forced to write one, or perhaps had one forged by his captor? Maybe Euphemia just wanted to usurp the Commander's spot? Maybe...
    So many maybes, but not much acceptance.
    So perhaps he was dead. Where was the body? Seeing is believing, after all, and though her beloved mentor seemed resilient, perhaps he was just... in a deep coma, or just really, really sick, so he crafted a note predicting his death? Although there were just some things in life she wouldn't be able to unsee, there was no way she would accept the fact that her mentor, her friend (though did he see her in the same way?) was gone.
    It was a repetitive process of bargain and denial, and it put her mind in a maze-like daze.
    Initially, no tears came to her eyes, but oddly enough, her chest hurt. A strong tugging sensation caused her heart to lurch, and something swirled in the pits of her stomach.
    This couldn't be happening.


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    Hearing of Nighttales' death was rather saddening for the kit but she knew that her and her Clanmates had to keep their head held high if they were to continue thriving. It was a shame that she hadn't gotten to know him better - From what she'd known of him, he'd been rather nice, but she didn't know if that'd just been an act he put on around the younger folk or not. Regardless, she'd miss him. And, although Euphemia did seem a little nervous hosting his first meeting, Retrokit did not blame him at all - Being up there must be pretty nerve-racking. She could only assume it was the same for Nighttales when he'd first stepped up as the leader. Just the very concept of having the entire Clan in your paws was enough. She was sure that he'd get the hang of it soon. After all, nervousness aside, he did a good job for his first time.


    Retrokit skipped over to the group and weaved herself around the crowd until she reached Nefariouskit, where she then seated herself down. She listened in on the announcements, doing her best to keep eye contact with the leader to be polite. Once they were over, she added a smile for emphasis and joined in with the others, meowing, "Noted! And uh, condolences to the demoted."

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