YOU'VE GOT IN MY WAY | MEETING

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    This was a day late, but so what? At least she was holding meetings at all, right? Well, no, since meetings were expected from leaders, but whatever. This week had been much better than last - there had been an abundance of joiners, her high positions had picked up activity, and over all, things were going pretty smoothly. The tabby licked her nose as she made her way up to her usual meeting place, taking a seat and curling her tail around her paws. After resting for a moment, she called, "Bloodclan, gather for a meeting!" Once a few of her clanmates had come to stand before her, she began.


    "First of all, we really picked up activity recently, which is good!" She wasn't exactly the best at praising people, so this was the closest she came to thanking her clanmates for increasing activity. Really, they had been doing pretty badly, but things were looking up now. "As you may or may not know, Sunclan's full of shit eating bitches and we're planning to wipe out every last one of them," Barbie continued, gaze sweeping over the crowd. She wanted more death, more chaos, but there was nothing. The name Bloodclan was meant to instill fear into their enemies, not just be met with a shrug. They were going to fucking destroy those Sunfucks. "But they haven't been getting much attention from us, recently. So, I want to see more from you! Go capture - or kill, hell if I care - one of their high positions, snatch a kiddo, leave them some... presents. Your goal is to make each Sunclanner's lives living hell." She wasn't going to hold back, either - she would definitely partake in the fun.


    She paused to take a breath, her piercing gaze still fixed intently on the crowd. "Ambassadors, don't forget to check up on our allies every two weeks. While we're on the subject of ambassadors, the place as Shadowclan's ambassador is now open! You can sign up for the position here." She paused again, allowing all the information to sink in before she would continue on to the info about ranks and such.

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    it seemed those words were directly related to hypokrisis, seeing as he was severely lacking in the ambassador duties for this month. one couldn't truly blame him, life had been rather hectic since the war had begun between his home and the land of sun. a fact which the priest was swiftly reminded of as barbara made quite the speech of valor, speaking words phrased in venom towards those which so many despised. it had been a long time since blood clan was specifically hateful towards one enemy- the last time had been river clan. the youth sat amongst the crowd, awaiting in contemplative silence for the rest of his closest sorta friend's announcements.


    Dusk padded over, tired but in higher spirits than usual. This would be his first real meeting since returning, and for the most part Barbara didn't disappoint. Her announcements echoed the same he was always used to hearing, which was good for someone so bothered by change. The whole ordeal with SunClan, however, was less savory. Dusk had spent some of the better months of his life there with his friends - and with Jeri. The idea of ripping the place to shreds... stung. He didn't like it one bit. Being a part of that conflict was a bitterness he had no interest in tasting, though it was becoming increasingly clear he might have to. The cream feline bit his tongue. Jeri didn't live there anymore - that was what he had to tell himself. Maybe it was still SunClan, but it wasn't his SunClan.


    "Pardon my interruption, Barbara, but beyond causing damage, what's our goal? Are we just fucking with them or - or are we serious? I mean - 'wipe out?' Is that, um, realistic?" His outburst surprised him, though not much. His previous ties to that place made him skeptical of their motives and the conflict as a whole. He was genuinely curious what she would say, though. Annoying SunClan would accomplish nothing; if they really wanted to drive the BloodClan reputation thing home, they had to think bigger than raids and captures. A takeover of SunClan, perhaps making them a satellite colony of BloodClan's seemed like the ideal option - you know, bloody conquest and all that - but he couldn't claim to know Barbara's intentions or desires. The idea of entirely destroying the place made him feel sick, but it wasn't as if it was something he'd have the opportunity to get out of. His philosophy of 'taking one for the team, eternally' was here to stay, it seemed.

    The cheetah landed among the creatures gathered for Barbs's latest meeting, his wings half-tucked to his sides once his four paws stabilized on the ground. In truth, he wanted to fly more, stretch out himself into the sky more, but he was also curious about the meeting. And, naturally, he knew it would be fucking stupid for a guy like him -- with his position, that was -- skipping out intentionally just for a whim.


    With a flick of his tail, he elected to stay standing, but meandered himself over to a spot with a better view.

    Yuu arrived shortly after Barbara's call for a meeting, his ears flicking forth as he settled himself down in the back of the area. He would listen quietly there and pay immense attention to the tabby's words as they were made.


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    ♚ ♚ ♚ Isis would arrive with the usual smirk on her face, silently letting her tail swish in the swift breeze that would occasionally sweep through the desert lands.


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    "Speech."

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    Michael hadn't been here long enough to fully understand BloodClan's beef with SunClan, but if they were that bad, he didn't see why they couldn't wipe them off the map- though careful planning should be taken into consideration before barging in there recklessly. Duskmire had a good point- destroying an entire clan from existence would require a lot of work and it sure as hell wouldn't be easy. It was hard enough capping 20 gangsters without letting one slip away. A clan was more like- 50 to 100 members if that. There would be a lot of 'em, more than likely with weapons and powers. SunClan's demise could never realistically happen with one shot- he believes. Tortures, raids, murders- that could be done. Enough of that and maybe they'd be able to weaken them enough for a full frontal assault. The cougar nodded his head thoughtfully to Barb's words, staying quiet to see how the rest of the meeting would play out.




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    The vixen always went to meetings, despite usually never saying anything. There it was again, that clan, and the war between them. She couldn't physically bring herself to say 'Sunclan' much less think it, but there it was again. Exhaling softly, she'd tilt her cranium in the queen's direction, amber orbs thoughtful. She, too, was curious about the answer Duskmire would get.

    wars were nothing knew, not to bloodclan or to kao. the wolf was well aware that violence was an inevitable fate and, unfortunately, inescapable as well. it was a second nature as to breathing for many, and only a humane response as kaonashi had discovered long ago. from the early, early ages of human life there was always brutality and cruel battles. the only difference is now things were far more advanced and it was easier to cover up or ignore. hearing of sunclan once again, the creature could predict just what barbara's intentions would be. she wanted blood and pain in retaliation of sunclans own actions. though they were of a neutral party and only concern were their charges, kao couldn't help but feel like she was bit misguided.

    Jamie hurried over, fearing he would be late but quickly finding he hadn't really missed anything. At least, nothing he found important. Plonking down near Duskmire, he watched the other male as he spoke, before turning a curious gaze to Barb, wondering what her response would be. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if she really did just want to kill all of them, and though it wasn't totally probable, he'd be happy to help.

    The cream-furred femme had just opened her mouth to continue on with more announcements when Duskmire spoke up. "Pardon my interruption, Barbara, but beyond causing damage, what's our goal? Are we just fucking with them or - or are we serious? I mean - 'wipe out?' Is that, um, realistic?" Ugh, she should have known someone was going to question her words. Eyes narrowed, they quickly honed in on the other feline and she allowed a small scoff to leave her lips.


    "'What's our goal?' Didn't I just say what we were going to do - these Sunbitches have been asking for it for months now, and we're going to give them what they deserve. Tear out some of their throats. Torture them. Destroy some territory; make them afraid of us. So, yeah, we're going to fucking wipe them out. Kill them all, or, most of them, at least. Not all at once, of course - that's ridiculous. It's going to be slow-going. Painful," she spoke, tone dangerously low. Weren't her intentions clear? They were going to fuck up Sunclan, wait for them to strike back (if they ever did, but Suga didn't seem like the type of guy to hold back with that stuff), and then finish them off. She was almost... offended that her clanmates, or, Duskmire, at least, doubted her. Well, she'd just have to prove him wrong.


    "Unless, of course, you have some sort of objection to that?" Dusk was acting really... weird, and if he decided to try to defend the stupid proclan, she would be quite pleased to teach him a lesson. Trevor piped up too, but she ignored him. Perhaps she was being a bit... dramatic with her words, but that was Barbara for you. And, really, she did want every last of those Sunclanners dead.


    She took a breath to compose herself, shifting slightly on paws as she grew antsy to get on with the meeting. "Anyyyyway," the girl continued, voice resuming its usual bright tone, "keep in mind that Third Tiers and over can host and hand out weekly tasks - even if it's not your turn to hold them, feel free to assign them to someone! If you wanna host weekly tasks, you can sign up here!" It was the same people holding them again and again - her, Ximen, and Jamison -, and that really went against the point of it all.


    "Koday's demoted to Second Tier." Barb had given him a warning, yet she still saw no improvement in his activity. Hopefully, he could return to his former glory, since he had been a pretty good Third Tier and had shown great promise. "Jamie, I wanna see you around more," she then added, volume lowering an octave, though she still managed to project her voice to the others. She hated to give her brother a warning, considering how useful and active he typically was, but recently his activity had dropped a bit. "Isis, Xi, Yuu, Hypo, Michael, and Stitchy, you guys have been around a lot. Keep up the good work and some of you may expect a promotion in the future." They were all okay to be around - though Kaonashi could be kind of annoying sometimes -, and some of them showed real potential. "Duskmire and Immy, you guys can step up to Second Tier," she went on, squaring her shoulders slightly. Dusk was kind of new and Immy had been around for a bit now, but they were both active and helpful around the clan.


    The Fawkes twin was silent for a moment, going over all her announcements in her mind before she called, "That's it, sounless you guys have anything else to say-" her words twisted slightly as she said this, though a bright, albeit slightly unnerving, smile appeared on her lips - "meeting dismissed!"

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    As soon as Barbara started snapping at him, the cream tabby flattened his ears and avoided her gaze. He wanted to tell her what he was really thinking - that they shouldn't waste resources and risk lives on a campaign they weren't really fully dedicated to winning - but he had never really been gutsy enough to stand up to someone after being snapped at. If you have any love for that place, say something now, he told himself. For a moment, he looked back to the leader as if about to take a stand for his words, but nothing happened. Weak. Pathetic. Dusk felt stupid for being afraid of Barbara, but he was. He had a lot of things he wanted to say, to argue about - but he kept his meek little mouth shut. So much for that. SunClan would burn and there was nothing he could do about it. "I just thought... I... No, no objection. Sorry I said anything." The little tabby muttered finally, looking down at his paws. Everyone was probably staring now - he felt so, so stupid. He could have easily redeemed himself if he'd voiced his opinions on unorganized attack - but now he just looked like an idiot.


    Even after his outburst, however, Barbara promoted him to second tier for some reason. He glanced up, unable to read her expression, and nodded meekly. "Thank you - I'll, uh... I'll do better." the cream tabby told the leader before immediately slipping away.

    *:･ﾟ✦ TRASH N. PENDRAGON GRIMM
    —— this quicksand, it pulls me underneath her *:･ﾟ✦



    Short, sweet, and to the point. That was exactly how Trash liked meetings, however, he missed Finn's meetings back in the Rift. They always had some drawn out speech that left one on the edge of their seat. But if he didn't have to sit around all day, his bum going numb, then he wasn't going to complain as the emaciated creature always had some trouble to get into. "Noted," he chirped from the back, already planning his first bout of trouble since his return.

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    The manticore's ears twitched at the announcements, but he didn't bother thinking too heavily about the drama that just fizzled and died in front of his eyes, or the rank shuffling. "Aight," the king-patterned cheetah spoke with a slight shrug of his shoulders, supposing that was the end of that.


    afterdark nodded slowly, ignoring the frustation that bubbled in her chest. no recognition? nothing? the egotistical lioness was certainly not happy. "noted." she said shortly.