It's Never Too Late || o- meeting (7/11)

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    Well, it was time for another meeting. Serafin climbed onto the podium in no huge hurry, unsure how many members were going to make it here today. He had to admit that his own activity had fallen this week and he was sorry for it. The angel was going to have to step it up for Darkclan's sake. "Darkclan, gather for a meeting." Serafin called, curious to see who would make it this time.

    Marchingband came around and sat down for the first meeting he'd been to in months. The fox coughed awkwardly in the silence, looking around self-consciously and hoping more would gather. He'd met Serafin earlier, but it was still slightly odd sitting around him alone. Marchingband stared up at him expectantly, waiting for him to start the meeting after more came.

    The awkwardness of the situation hung in the air like a cloud of noxious gas. Serafin couldn't help but feel both embarrassed and suffocated by it. A small irritation rose in chest at the rest of his members. Why weren't they here? He decided it was better to begin speaking than to sit in silence with the new recruit and make it any more uncomfortable than it needed to be. "First thing's first. I'd like to welcome you to Darkclan, Marchingband. We're going to be implementing a few new things here. First, I'm going to start holding weekly boot camps in order to keep everyone here in tip-top shape. I will also begin weekly tasks. I'd like some gifts sent out to allies. We have a trial alliance with Colouredclan. The Blackheart Rogues were dumb enough to start hunting on our territory. We're going to show that next hunting patrol that we aren't pushovers with a good old fashioned ambush. When Riju arrives, I would like her to know that she is on probation. I haven't seen her in awhile." Serafin began speaking to Marchingband, but as he went on into the news, he put his paws on the podium and leaned into the microphone so it would echo across the base for all to hear. Hopefully the others would get the message and hurry over.


    Hunting patrol to ambush: on our way // open, hunting patrol