It's gonna be alright : open, weekly tasks

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    He was pretty sure he was allowed to do this as an omen. If not someone would tell him, he was new so it was hopefully understandable. It was worth a shot in his opinion. The Caracal would find himself in camp, sitting down. Then he would call out "Come and get your weekly tasks!"

    "I'll take one, if you don't mind," the panther huffed as he approached, his calm gaze resting on the caracal. This would be his first weekly task in his first clan here. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't giddy, but that of course would never come to light. No, he was seen as a business man, wasn't he? None of that giddy nonsense.

    (c) advo

    Of course he didn't mind, he called the dude to get one in the first place. Now just which task? "Could you get some sort of event going? Whether or not you invite allies is up to you, but an event will do us good." He said.

    How they want to to destroy each other,


    Stanley walked over to Ceasefire, intent on getting a task. He wouldn't let the fact he could barely speak hinder himself. The grey and white tom padded over and looked at the Omen before begining to scratch a dirt message out. Could I have a task?   

    #Stanley'sParable

    How they wish to control one another.


    "Of course, sir," Narrator replied with a slight twinge of excitement in his voice. He wasn't the best at planning things, he thought, but it would be fun to try out an event. He glanced over to Stanley who had just arrived and couldn't take his eyes off of him or his words for a moment. It was so strange. It had to be a coincidence that that feline had joined.

    (c) advo

    Ceasefire couldn't read that well, but after squinting at the dirt for a moment he could figure that the other wanted a task. He would give a small nod, and then say "Could you hold some clan bonding games? We have quite a few new people and we want to make sure everyone eels welcome and comfortable with their clanmates."