I AM THE MOTHER OF DRAGONS | open, hawkclan meeting & warcheif promotion

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    Littlestar had a slight energy in her core. Sure, she was as tired as normal and she felt like her back leg was a dead weight at the moment (she suspected that she pulled a muscle or something) but there was a little bit of a spark. It wasn't a happiness spark but it was an energetic spark and that was truthfully good enough for her. So as long as it kept her and her clan on their paws, kept them moving. She flexed both paws as she sat atop the staircase in the leaders lobby. Already Hawkclanners were entering, likely because they'd spotted her, knew the time and date it was and knew it was meeting time. Strangely enough, a lot of people really enjoyed meetings. She assumed it was either because of the promotions or just the announcements in general. The scarred tabby tilts her head back. "HAWKFAM, MEETING TIMMMMEEE!" Littlestar hollers, vocal chords straining. But they hear her because surely enough, even more Hawkclanners are entering the area. "This'll be a quickfire meeting, so let's go. Our activity this week has.. stepped up quite significantly since last week but it's still not great and I really, really need you guys to improve in this. The warning is lifted from everyone but right now.. I need everyone, everyone... to be working on it. Post daily, make interesting threads, generate plots with other clanners! And remember to always remain inclusive. We've had no issues with that so far but I don't want to have that problem, ever." She announces with a flick of her tail, golden eyes blinking down at them. "Ally events this week! The Cartel invited us to a party so it'd be cool if you could head long. You don't have to though. I think we also might have a Blackheart Rogues event coming up, a kids playdate but that hasn't happened yet. That's all the events for this week." Littlestar felt cold as she announced that, she didn't quite know why. The tabby sighed and tilted her head, moving on quickly.


    "Recently, a person from Westero's came up to our border demanding to know why we are still allies or at least in a truce with the Cartel. I found out, from him, that the Cartel had done something quite terrible. I wanna be as transparent as fucking possible with you guys so I'll just tell ya; a member started a sexual.. slavery ring. And for that reason, a whole lot of clans are waging war on the Cartel. But from what I know, it was only one member that did that. So I'm not starting anything rash right about now. This doesn't mean we're going to war with the Cartel, no. I'm simply gonna be heading on over to them and ask the Leader why they haven't booted the ugly man right out the town. We'll see if she complies or not. Anyways, moving on." Another hassle, another drama. She bit her lip and ran through her mental list. "We only had one joiner this week. His name is Pet Shop and he's this really radical falcon that flies up in the skies just like one of our hawks except he's not a feral. That's all. Kinda disappointing, we used to get at least three or four a week. So that's a really big red flag that we need to step SHIT UP! Okay? Comprender?" Her voice rose a little in tones but she didn't have enough energy in her to actually be angry at them all. For once. Now that was red flag for her own mental health, wasn't it? "Okay, demotions. Luca and.. that's all! Sentinels, please step it up. No warnings. My main shoutout goes to Lessa! Well done, girl. I have a big promotion this week. So... I thought I lost someone this week. I thought they died.. and they did. The had passed away, though don't worry, they came back. But the thing is.... I felt so stuck without them. I realized that.. without them, I wouldn't be able to hold things on my own. I couldn't. Without them, things would turn to shit and very quickly. That realization has lead me to make this big decision so... Vanillabean, would you step up as my Warchief?" The scarred tabby would turn to Vanillabean, her friend and comrade, and offered her a smile. Yes, Littlestar had fucking smiled. Sure, it wasn't a great big beam or grin but it was something. All for Vani. The girl who had really earned this position through all her hard work in keeping Hawkclan.. well, Hawkclan!


    "Nothing else to announce so.. meeting dismissed, lads."

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    It wasn't good, having so little announcements in the beginning, so little things that were happening, though one of the 'little things' happened to be a rather large thing to deal with - and that was that there was a member of the cartel that was doing things that were not good, and, as far as the female knew, HawkClan was one of the few groups that was sort of friendly with the other. She didn't know it at this point in time, but she was actually friends with the animal that was doing such things, and boy oh boy would that be a surprise when she found out - if she found out. Listening to the words that were coming from Littlestar's scarred lips, the Sentinel would slowly nod her head at some things, eyes blinking in surprise as there was only one mention of a joiner - that was not something that was good. Sure, it meant less people that everyone had to get to know, but it meant that there was less members than usually joined, which was never good. I down scale of something like that was not something that they needed now - or ever, really.


    She wasn't really fully paying attention if she was being honest, mind was too busy fussing over other things, though part of her still knew what was going on, part of her was keeping track, which was why when her name was mentioned, she was able to focus once more and understand what was going on, though it took her a moment. She was being promoted to War Chief? That was not something that she had expected to happen, at least not now. Things seemed to be moving quickly for her, and she wasn't too sure how she was supposed to feel about something like that. Finally, she would nod her head once, smile growing on her face as she noticed the one that she was being given from Littlestar - something she was sure that she might not ever see again. "Thank you, Littlestar." She would speak, head dipping for a moment, "I will do the best that I can."


    && I found in you, what was lost in me !

    Obscuro was the next to step into the meeting area, her azure gaze looking towards the smaller leader. She sat down in the group of hawkclanners that had already assembled, A slight smile on her expression as she watched the leader. Of course, she had a general idea as to why westeros showed up on their border in the first place, as did littlestar. She was glad to hear that Littlestar was getting answers from the cartel instead of relying on the war mongering clan. From what she heard, the clan itself had enough enemies on it's plate. It could do with a little less for now. She hummed in agreement.


    Van's promotion was expected, and she turned her attention to the now ex-sentinel to watch her expression. The female wasn't one Obscuro took to knowing very well. She was kind, and Obscuro didn't hold any unforeseen grudge against her, but they never really... talked much. Maybe after this meeting was over she could get to talking to the other. Still, congratulations wee in order, her new role concrete, her importance to the clan- and to their leader was clear. "Congratulations vanillabean."


    WE'RE ALL MADE OF STARS — Poe — HawkClan — He/him

    Poe knew he hadn't been the most active this week, but was determined to do better. He wasn't in the habit of letting his superiors or friends down. The news of the Cartel came as a disgusting surprise. A sexual slavery ring? Honestly, what kind of dirtbags... He shook his head and made a note to join in any raids he could on a place like that. Gross and terrifying.


    The new joiner wasn't a name he recognized, but the canine was sure he'd see this Pet Shop around somewhere. Odd name, too. And finally, the war chief promotion! The fact that it was Vanillabean was not too much of a shock, and Poe have a small cheer for her. "Congrats!"


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    So they gathered here to discuss news? He wasn't sure if it was an open forum—it seemed as if it was just Littlestar coming over to give announcements and then dismissing everyone. Clans are so weird, the obsidian-black lion commented silently with a soft chuckle. It was weirder than any other alien society he'd ever come across in his past travels. But Shiro felt at home here; he'd get used to Clan life eventually.


    Promotions, activity alerts, allied events. Those were things that he'd expect. What he didn't think he'd hear was news of a sexual slavery ring. That was just fucking sick and demented. What sentient creature could possibly think that was a good idea? But not here. "Noted," he called out, "and congratulations." His striking dark gray gaze landed on Vanillabean, who had been promoted to warchief. Good for her.