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the calico looked tired, exhausted, as of late. with the votes cast and plans to be made, she'd been running herself ragged trying to learn the tunnels herself, to teach the next generation of tunnelers. after all, she had a pretty good knowledge; even then, though, she didn't know all of them. she didn't know how far the spiderweb beneath her paws stretched.
"windclan, gather for a meeting!" she called out, flicking an ear and taking a seat below the tallstone. she still didn't feel comfortable standing on the stone, pretending she was above them. she wasn't; she was the figurehead, not their god. she didn't expect them to bow at her paws.
"first, i've tallied up the votes from the last meeting and it has been decided; tunnelers will return. they'll be treated as a semi-high position, and there will be one head tunneler that will be similar to the position of deputy, but they'll run things below ground. i'll be keeping my eye out for potential tunnelers, so if you're interested, show it." she instructed and sat back on her paws, waiting for the information to settle.
[so sorry for the lateness, just got out of the hospital this morning! this meeting will be in a few different posts, so keep your eye out!]