THAT WOULD BE BEAUTIFUL — MEETING

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    Another week, another meeting. There were a few things to discuss and she imagined that the rest of BlizzardClan was as eager to address them as she was. Striding out to the usual place from where the BlizzardClan leader typically called for her meetings, Sweetophelia took a seat. "BlizzardClanners, please gather promptly for a clan meeting." Once quite a number of clanmates had arrived to listen, she began, first touching on the topic of ambassadorships. "The position of ambassador for the Sanctum and ShadowClan are now open - feel free to apply for it in the Ambassadorship Program guide in the Leader and Medicine Cat's board." There would be more information to come.

    Hm, another meeting? As she had guessed, these meetings seemed to be a weekly thing around here. Well, that was definitely nice. Interested, of course, in the leader's words, Intella made her way over to listen to Sweet just as things seemed to be getting started. First off... An Ambassador? she thought. Interesting concept. Intella was happy with focusing on BlizzardClan for the moment, though.

    Bo had already attended the Riverclan meeting today where they too also mentioned ambassadors (a new concept to the fox up). He took the silence to look around himself to see who was here so far before back up at the meeting. He didn't really know what Sweetophelia had to say about or to the clan so he would simply pad over and sit down behind Jerseyboy with a tilted head, his sparkly pink vest glittering in the sunlight from where he was.

    ALEKSEI

    Aleksei hadn't been to the past meeting on account of his recent injuries, but today, oh look who was out. The jet colored creature dragged himself over to the meeting, broken leg trailing behind him, before he glanced over the area, searching for Mieczyslaw. No, his brother was not here and so Aleksei found an empty spot that was not too close to others and settled down, attention on his mother.

    "COME AND CATCH THESE HANDS, BOY."

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    Julian trotted up his tan and black face earnest as he waited for Sweet to continue. He hadn't been around much lately, but after resting he was feeling much better from having a new body. He was pleased to have a new body, the bird one had been quite amazing, but now he had four legs instead of one. And four legs was honestly really good for him, because landing as a bird with one leg had always been rather tricky. The male sat down, his tail wagging quietly.

    ❝ RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN ❞

    The huge stallion did not look too good. Hs coat was untidy and filthy, it reeked of cigarette smoke and heavy concentrated alcohol, his lids dropped with evident lack of sleep and his lips fell with unhappiness. The male looked, quite frnakly, fucking miserable, but still he came and stood, gaze fixed upon the floor as he was present for the meeting

    ❝ BUT YOU CAN'T RUN RUN FROM THE LORD'S WICKED HAND ❞
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    Ice Demon — Yuki-Onna — Blizzardclan paladin trainee — she/her
    It's been a while since the last meeting. Even though it was a while back, they never get old for her. She padded up and just took a random spot for herself, not sitting next to anymore in particular. Her head bowed slightly in silence, waiting to see what the rest of the news were for the day.

    Returning in a small track post, the medic trainee sat down, waiting for the announcements to begin.

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    ANDI MACK — BLIZZARDCLAN PALADIN TRAINEE — SHIBA INU — 6 MONTHS
    Meeting day already? Nodding silently to herself, the little shiba inu pranced up to join her clanmates in gathering for the meeting, gleaming up at Sweetophelia with a widened gaze. She seated herself down and pricked her ears, patiently waiting for the announcements to be given.

    Alastor wasn't even sure if he attended last weeks meeting, he didn't exactly remember heading to camp to sit at the edge of a crowd to listen to whatever Sweetophelia had to say. He was probably in his hut all the way in the old territory, not out in the territory like he usually is when Sweetophelia holds meetings. This time around, Alastor was out of his hut and was actually padding up the staircase to enter the current territory. As he made it to the final step, his ears would prick up at the sound of Sweetophelia's voice. Ah a meeting, it must be that time of the week again. Not saying a word, the masked panther would make his way to the camp, entering it to see a small crowd forming. Knowing that this crowd was only going to get larger, he decided not to sit at the edge of this tiny crowd. People would shortly be sitting next to him if he did so. So he sat a few feet away from the crowd, distancing himself from the others, estimating where the crowd would end at.

    He looked up towards Sweetophelia, wondering what she was going to announce this week.


    BAM BAM BAM — vang winzor — blizzardclan paladin trainee — she/her — tags
    Vang was still rather sickly, but never did she ever miss a meeting. There was no reason to start now, even with the recent events that had piled up against her favor. Oh well, she was still determined to climb the ranks, even with her body not in the maxed out feeling-well shape.

    Another week, another meeting. Imperia would be lying if she said that she enjoyed such events, however, they were an important part of clan life; therefore, she could not simply skip the entire thing. Peri liked to think that she was more responsible than certain individuals... Pale grey orbs fell upon Aleksei in a pointed look. After their most recent interaction, the paladin feared that he might try to yell at her again, but thankfully no such thing had occured (yet). The silver canine dipped her head politely in the unfortunate case that the male happened to catch her her eye before promptly taking a seat next to Julian and pretending to be interested in whatever Sweetophela was doing.

    He didn't consider grabbing ambassadorships anymore no matter how much it would help him build up his resume. He knew he was missing a lot if he didn't take one, think about the bonds he could create with allied high positions to help solidify their alliance. But never again. He didn't want to risk stepping off the territory alone even at this age. He wasn't strong enough, he could barely control his powers. His weakass would be snatched in a second and that was unacceptable to himself considering his high position. If he could get captured, it proved that one of the Blizzardclan vice-leaders could no take care of themselves. He would hate to have that title.

    Anyway, it didn't seem like he missed much. That was good new to him. Approaching the growing congregation, the two tailed kitsune would quickly spot his crippled brother and make his way towards them. Aleksei looked a lot better, but nothing was ever good with a broken limb. He knew that, after all he had been a cripple for a while as well. Thankfully, in his case, he healed incredibly fast. He wasn't sure if Aleksei was blessed with the same regeneration. With all that said, Mieczyslaw would quietly seat and press himself against his brother in greeting.

    THERE'S A FIRE THAT BURNS INSIDE
    IT'S AN INSTINCT THAT NEVER LIES | 5/11/17

    Another week, another meeting. Witchpaw smiled, seeing the lovely face of his leader and mentor call out the gathering, and he was quick to approach, taking a stance near Peri. He was very curious in what was going on this week, and he grinned.







    Another meeting? Great! Pierce was next to arrive, trotting over after Witchpaw. A lot had happened this week, hadn't it? He took a seat beside Andi, offering her a soft, "hello" of greeting before focusing on Sweet. Space for ambassadors? He had always considered becoming an ambassador, though hadn't had the opportunity before now. Perhaps this was his chance? He would find out. The vice-leader gave a quick nod of his head to show his recognition of the news, awaiting whatever Sweetophelia had to say next.

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    Two new open ambassador spots. Nathaniel was sure that they'd be grabbed quickly, but perhaps next time there was an opening, he'd see if he could change his spot in ThunderClan for it. ThunderClan was a good group, certainly, perhaps even somewhat appealing, but he was reaching the point that he'd like a change in scenery and the chance to get out and meet other allies.

    He'd chosen a seat besides Witchpaw when he'd arrived. The apprentice didn't seem busy talking to Imperia, so making the best of Sweetophelia's pause, he mouthed, "Hey. Are you already an ambassador, or will you try for one of the new spots?"