DRAGONSTONE — MEETING
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Alexus approached with a small grin, listening intently to the announcements. Though she had been skeptical of an alliance with the Rouges at first, she now felt as if they would be a good ally to have. Obviously she was excited that Westeros was now allies with BlizzardClan, seeing as she had a dual alliance there. The cheetah came to a halt and sat down, waiting for the rest of the announcements quietly.
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and if the stars collide, will you relieve my soul? A ShadowClan summer party? Maybe he would actually go this time. He liked the ShadowClanners generally, except for Sango, of course, that promiscuous tart. Aleksei didn't see his brother at the meeting yet so he just approached the place quietly, listening to the news about Westeros and the Blackheart Rogues. He'd never met his uncle, but to weasel his way into his mother's good graces so quickly after Westeros was dropped required some skill. As for the Rogues, Fourthwall seemed a little bit more impressive than the other leaders he had met before. The paladin commander settled down on his haunches, waiting for the rest of the announcements to be rattled off.
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Wolfsbane was rather intrigued by these Westerosi. He had heard there were more of his kind there, direwolves, that is. Maybe he should volunteer? Yeah, that'd be wise. Minding his aching joints from olding age, Wolf settled down onto the ground to listen to the announcements that were to come.
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Ah, hadn't they dropped Westeros a while ago? Well, it was good to get alliances up and running. Witchpaw had once doodled Sweetophelia holding paws with all the clan leaders he could think of; even those anti-clan losers. He wanted to see world peace one day, and decided when he became leader he'd strive for that. He sat next to Alexus, yawning a bit, but always enjoying meetings.
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The black and tan dog limped up, halting beside his son, a haggered expression on his maw, he was exhausted.
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Ah, so the clans on trial alliances seemed to have passed the test, whatever it might have been. Imperia was not particular affected by this information, but knowledge was knowledge. The petite she-wolf was silent as she approached, seeming to be off in her own little world until she noticed Jerseyboy. Tensing, Peri attempted to melt into the crowd and hide next to Julian, praying that JB had not seen her. All she could think about when she saw him was the thing and she still blushed.
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Born of Flames — Volkan — BlizzardClan Warrior — he/him
Volkan makes his way to the meeting, sitting in the far back since he had a good clear view being a full fledge dragon and all. Plus his massive size would take a lot of room, it was best if he sat away from everyone else until he was able to find a way to turn back to his wolf form.
He listened to the brief words of his leader to begin with some news for the day.
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Oh goodie, the weekly meeting was here. The feline weaved his way into the crowd, expressionless as he took in the first annoucements. Despite there not being much of a physical toll from all the shit that had happened last week, Pad was exhausted. Maybe he should get used to that foriegn feeling, but for now, he settled with just yawning. The trial alliances didn't concern him before, and they didn't now, but it was noted somewhere in his odd and confusing brain. Maybe he would go to the party over in ShadowClan. Pad didn't exactly meet a lot of new people during the member exchange, but it was still an okay memory to him. The ghost settled himself down, not choosing a seat near anyone in particular, and focused on the upcoming announcements.
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A party in Shadowclan? It didn't sound too appealing, but maybe it was time for the recluse to get out more, meet new people, try different things.
Yeah right.
Artemis yawned and stretched in his lynx form, having just woken up a few minutes ago. After having woken up he had grabbed his favorite book and had been heading on his way into the woods when he had heard Sweet's call for a clan meeting.
Now here he was with the rest of the clanners, waiting for the rest of them to get here. Arty glanced around self consciously as his stomach rumbled. Of course he had slept through breakfast. Forgot to eat lunch.
Sighing inwardly, the shape shifter sat back down and waited for the meeting to continue.
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Illya padded up, hoping he wasn't too late. And luckily, he wasn't. Seating himself next to Arty, someone he didn't really know well. Offering a quick smile to the shapeshifter, he looked back up at Sweetophelia with perked ears. So, there was a party in ShadowClan? He'd maybe visit that, after meeting Xia in the "blind date." Oh, and it sounded like there were new allies? That was good, though Illya would have liked some more action. Waiting quietly for more announcements, he shuffled his paws quietly.
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Doug was new to all of this stuff. He knew nothing about trial alliances, Shadowclan, Westeros, or ambassadorship programs of any kind. He alse knew nothing about anyone else here, except for the fact that a lot of people here were fluent in languages other than English. All of this intimidated Doug; and Doug, one who was not used to being intimidated, was far from his comfort zone. Blizzardclan was a foggy place for him, but in his heart, he knew that the sun would eventually come up and drive the fog away.
The beaver nervously came out from his new den, which he was in the process of decorating when the leader called everyone to a meeting. Ohman, Doug wished that he wasn't called upon due to his recent arrival. Normally an eager beaver, the center of attention was exactly where he didn't want to be right now.
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London would approach, still limping from her injured leg. She'd been caught up getting new bandaging for it, so the child had arrived a little later than she usually would have. Still, she'd managed to hear everything, and wasn't late for the second round of announcements, so it wasn't by much. A smile would adorn her youthful features as her gaze traveled across her clanmates before landing on her leader. The young paladin would flick her tail in anticipation, seating herself within the crowd as she waited. She wondered what news would come up this time, hopefully only positive words, but that had yet to happen during the meetings she'd witnessed.
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Fadingmoon
BlizzardClan Deputy.
9 months old.
Current body: Domestic feline.
Art done by Desmond.
Played by Frostsoul~For once she was on time. The feline took a seat in the crowd, listening as Sweets began the meeting. She had known about some of it, though not all. She was more so waiting to hear what was the most exciting part of the meeting - promotions! Of course that also came with demotions, which weren't as fun..but everything had to be balanced.
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Oh fuck. He was kinda late. Hurrying his dark furred ass over, the kitsune would promptly seat himself in his usual spot next to his brother, aiming to give the other male a rough bump with his muzzle. So the preliminary announcements were rather short, a part with Shadowclan and the acceptance of new allies. He wondered how long those were going to last. Anyhow, promotions? Yeah a few of them deserved to step up though the kitsune was aware that some needed to be demoted as well.
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The speckled tom approached next, ambling over to sit beside Witchpaw as he listened to Sweetophelia's announcements. He had been present when the little Shadowclanner - Micah, he called himself - came to invite Blizzardclan to his party. The news about the alliances interested him too - he liked Westeros and its members well enough, and Fourthwall was pretty nice. He hadn't spoken to any other of the Rogues yet, though, so he wasn't sure about the others. With a small nod, Pierce called, "Noted."
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A little later than usual, Lottie yawned as she made her way into the crowd, taking a seat quickly among the rest of the BlizzardClanners as she flicked her tail over her paws, lifting her gaze to turn her attention to Sweets as she listened to her initial political announcements: not so bad this week, good! Though, of course, the rest of the meeting was yet to follow.
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