CHALK OUTLINE // O-clan dicussion

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    Serafin wanted to talk with the clan about this. It deeply regarded the fate of the clan in the future to come. Serafin was not nearly as afraid of the End Game as he had been before when Darkclan had been so barren that he had felt like the only member. However, immunity to Ululare's meteors would certainly take a lot off his mind. "Darkclan! Gather for a clanwide discussion." He would like to choose a champion here as a group as well as discuss a few lesser matters.


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    A discussion? Marchingband padded towards the call curiously. Generally only hps discussed important things with each other; however, because there were only about three people active in the clan, it only made sense to include all three of them. Marchingband was interested in what Serafin needed to consult with the clan about.

    He had wanted wait for more to arrive, but this was a time sensitive discussion. "I'm glad you arrived, Marchingband." Serafin sighed, "The End Game has sent us an invitation to gladiator games and would like us to choose a champion." He gave that a moment to sink in before he went on. "I know there aren't many of us here, but do you have any suggestions as to who we should send? I was sort of hoping you might champion Darkclan, but if you have another idea or simply don't want to please tell me."

    Marchingband didn't know how he felt about representing DarkClan in an event like that. He also didn't know much about what 'the End Game' even was. But who else would do it? There really weren't many around. He thought about waiting for someone else to take the opportunity, but who knows if that was even going to happen any time soon. "I don't know if I would be the right one to send," he replied, his tail shuffling on the ground restlessly, "But if no one else will, then of course I'll try."

    "What would a champion do?" Claudia questioned as she trotted over, golden gaze narrowed as she took a seat near Marchingband. She sensed the hesitance in the fennec's voice and wasn't about to let him participate in gladiator games if he wasn't completely sure about it. Despite her not knowing what this champion business entailed, Claude was willing to represent her clan if it was going to protect them. Eyes flashing crimson for a brief second, the were tilted her chin up in a determined manner, giving a short, curt nod. "I'll do it."


    "Hold up! The End game's a scary bunch of people, right?" Riju said, coming in late; as usual. "I don't think we should participate. If we do, it shows we're their bitches!" The young girl had quite the sailor's mouth. "I think we should just ignore em. We can do better on our own. Meteors be damned!"