ALL MY LIFE | MEETING

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    This week had been pretty active, which Barb was quite pleased about. However, she had quite a bit to discuss - things she most certainly was not pleased about. Striding to her usual meeting place, the tabby climbed swiftly up it, her head held high as usual as she took a seat, her tail flicking over her paws in what may be considered a relaxed manner, though her expression said otherwise. Unlike her old energetic, sometimes playful attitude she had at meetings, her expression was neutral, indifferent, even. "Bloodclan, gather for another meeting!"


    She waited for some of her clanmates to gather before she began, "First off, there's going to be a raid on the Blackheart Rogues soon, so keep an eye out for that." They were a really shitty clan, their leader the worst out of all of them, so Barbara was looking forward to annihilating them in battle. Bloodclan had raided them once a few months ago, but considering the fact that it had taken place when she was heavily pregnant, she had ended up hanging back, as per Hypokrisis's orders. Now, she was ready to finally get a chance to fight them.


    Barbara paused for a moment as she mulled over her announcements in her mind though quickly continued, "Also, Trash is going to be holding a movie night, so you're gonna want to look out for that too." There was another few seconds of silence before the air around the femme changed, her expression setting as she moved on to her next announcement.


    "As I'm sure many of you know, there's been a few incidents regarding some of our allies - Shadowclan and Blizzardclan - and a few 'Bloodclanners', if that's what you like to call traitors. They've, so far, attacked two high positions, both children of the clans' leaders. You attackers, whoever you are, have one chance to come forth and identify yourselves - if you confess now, I won't kill you. Promise. Or you could wait, and I could find out myself and personally slit your throats." Would she actually refrain from killing them if she learned their identities? Well, perhaps she would keep up that promise, but there were still many fun things she could do to them before their exile or, more likely, death. Ending her first set of announcements on a bit of a dark note, Barbara fell silent, allowing the information to sink in and possibly some late members to arrive before she continued.

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    :･ﾟ✦ PERSEPHONE

    — Do you really think I ate the fruit unwillingly? :･ﾟ✦

    Personally, Persephone had been a bit shaken up by the attacks. They'd been a bit 'random' but they were calculated attacks. Why else would so-called Bloodclanners attack allies? They wanted Bloodclan to be isolated, that was her only guess. Severing their resources and any positive connections would probably leave them with a war bigger than the one they had with Sunclan. Part of her wondered if they were the ones at fault, after all it was a smart tactic to get them more support and Bloodclan alone.


    "Speech."

    Marcelene approached, listening to the announcements as she did so. She took a seat beside Persephone and flashed the other femme a toothy grin before returning her attention to Barbara. A movie night sounded like fun- perhaps she would make an appearance at that event. When Barb spoke of traitors, the tan chinook pushed her ears back. That was bad news. Though she was one of the first to arrive at the meeting, she looked around as if she was searching for any guilty people.





    A meeting. These things never got old and he supposed they were the general staple of any clan. A huff left him as he made his way over, gaze traveling over the animals that were already in attendance. It seemed interesting that they were hosting a raid on the Blackheart Rogues, a group he thought would have vanished by now. Trash was to hold a movie night which he found interesting and then came talk of the misdeeds. The so called Bloodclanners that were running a muck and causing ruckus over pretty much nothing. From what he gauged they had a problem with Barbara but he didn't see it. She was proving to be ruthless and that was a leader that Bloodclan needed. But he doubted they would have the balls to step forward and give themselves away. Such was their work for being undercover.

    The Winter Soldier was the next one to pad in, following shortly after Radioactiveplague. The male hoped a fight wouldn't break out again, he was sure Barbara wouldn't be pleased about it. But as he padded in, his ears pricked up at the mention of some clanmates attacking ShadowClan and BlizzardClan. He wondered if those individuals would even dare to reveal themselves, as they had most likely disguised themselves at the attack. If they had wanted their identity to be known, they probably would have shown themselves for what they are at the attack. But he could only wait and see if anyone would actually step up and confess to be a traitor. He sat down on the ground, looking over towards Barbara.


    Michael joined the meeting, listening intently to Barb's words. To think that they had rats running about their ranks was a little unnerving and made the cougar rethink his various relationships. But he ultimately decided to tackle that hurdle when it came, and instead focused on the initial announcements at hand. The third tier stayed quiet, flicking his gaze around to his clanmates. Which one of them were rats? Did they dare to make themselves known? Maybe not. He figured they'd continue to keep low until the time came to mosey on out.


    INFORMATION



    how rare and beautiful it is to even exist

    clark fawkes / bloodclan & kit / male [♂] / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦//retro to wandering off


    Oh, his Mama was standing up in front of everyone again but this time she looked upset about something. A frown came to the child's maw and he'd glance about, spotting a nearby rock. The boy would make his way over and pick it up before walking through the crowd, towards his mother. He was sure a rock would make her happy. He'd carefully make his way in front of his Mama and put the rock down by his paws, giving her a wide smile. After she was all done and everyone stopped staring at we, he'd give it to her.

    pitchblack ambled over on unsteady paws, his bone ax harnessed to his side around thick leather straps. from what he heard on echoing rumors there was a bit of tension at meetings as of late, and it was just a bit extra to keep himself... safe. his insurance, basically. though he was rather stoned out of his mind at the current moment, zoning in and out of the meeting and paying attention to one or two words that caught the smoke tabby's attention. for the most part though he was silent throughout the entire thing, leaning back and forth and humming softly to himself.

    The small wild feline slipped up to the scene, he was not much more than a year old, though he carried himself as if he had no age. It was part of his attractiveness he though, he was quite the animal's guy, he had no real preference between males and females when it came to relations, but honestly, he was a bit bored right now, hence showing up for this meeting. Wait there were allies? He must learn these so he did not senselessly slaughter and cause war. "Noted." The smooth voiced ocelot purred.

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



    Trash rolled his eyes. Amateurs. If you're going to attack a child, pick an orphan so the parents don't come after your ass. The emaciated creature only knew from experience, after all. Thankfully, only two members here knew about that incident, and the leader wasn't one of them. He had taken a seat by himself, listening to Barb explain how she would personally handle the idiots who went after the children. Now this felt like a meeting he was used to, long-winded with a lot of emotion to follow. It would probably be one hell of a roller coaster but he was so ready for it.

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    Dusk showed up late and sat by Pitchblack - who was kind of his only friend when he thought about it - and stared up at Barbara as she went through announcements. Did Barbara really think they would just walk forward and give themselves up...? The heart of their rebellion hinged on a lack of fear for whatever the leader could do to them - of course they weren't just going to give up out of nervousness for a punishment. As everyone started looking around as if trying to spot a traitor, Dusk emulated their behavior to seem non suspicious, his heart pounding despite his supposed 'lack of fear.'

    At Barbara's call, Jamie hurried over, finding himself near the Soldier, who's leg he quietly and nonchalantly placed a magnet on as his amber gaze slid upwards to the leader. Raid on the Blackheart Rouges? Good, fuck em. Movie night, hosted by Trash? Solid shit - he'd definitely be there. His attention wavered easily as he watched Clark, a silly smile find his thin face as his nephew offered Barb a rock. Distracted, he didn't really catch his sister's threats, but after a moment he seemed to snap back to reality, just in time to hear Trevor. An eyebrow raising, he glanced over to the massive hound, though stayed quiet. He knew the guy liked to screw with Barb, and really, he really didn't want anything even close to a repeat of last meeting.

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    Meetings hadn't changed much since they had been a child, watching their father conduct such things with enthusiasm. Now, they simply padded up to the meeting, their dim grey eyes fixed on the leader positioned above them and speaking loudly. A raid on a clan they had barely heard of, and someone named Trash - who named their child trash? - was hosting a movie night. They were't entirely sure what a movie even was, but it sounded fun.


    The next announcement was significantly less fun. False bloodclanners, attacking their allies in an attempt to destroy bonds? They weren't sure what happened before they had arrived, but something bad must have to cause this sort of insubordination. Unless... "Erm, Ma'am - apologies for speaking up - have you considered that maybe these....attackers might not be bloodclanners at all? I'm not sure who our major enemies are, at the moment, but they could easily be posing as one of us in order to destroy our alliances and weaken us for an attack." Maybe it was wrong to speak out of turn like this, and maybe they weren't entirely aware of the current situations, but they didn't want their new group mates being killed by the leader when they might not even be at fault. Still, the dragon was quick to lower themselves against the ground, halting besides Pitchblack and waiting to see how the leader reacted. Hopefully she didn't....kill them, or something.

    The femme had just opened her mouth to continue when Clark showed up, offering her... a rock. How intelligent. Still, she gave him a smile in return as she grabbed the rock and lightly patted his head. "Be quiet," she reminded him in case he decided to start screaming or something. To show what she meant, she put her paw to his lips and turned back to face the others, her ears flattening slightly at Trevor's words, her lip giving a small, somewhat irritable twitch. However, considering how the last meeting with Ximen had gone and that she had her son standing right beside her, she said nothing in response, only sending him a dark glare.


    "Erm, Ma'am - apologies for speaking up - have you considered that maybe these....attackers might not be bloodclanners at all?" Oh look, someone who actually knew how to speak to their leader. Despite her expression remaining fairly pissed off by Trevor's comment, which was stupid and didn't deserve a response from her, she turned to look at Stolensuns as they spoke. It was possible, she supposed, that it could be an enemy of theirs, but the only clan she could really think of being so fixed on destroying Bloodclan was Sunclan, and she doubted they would go after Blizzardclan, as although they were an ally of Bloodclan, they were an ally of the proclan as well and if Sweetophelia found out that a Sunclanner had attacked her daughter, she definitely wouldn't be happy.


    "...perhaps," Barbara told them slowly, a low growl traceable in her tone, though she managed to sound mostly neutral. While she didn't really like being interrupted, she wasn't used to people being quite so... respectful, and she certainly liked it. "If that's that case, you all are lucky. If not-" she paused, as she really didn't think it was an enemy, though Sun was beginning to cause a slight uncertainty to stir in the pit of her stomach - "whoever you are, my offer still stands." For now, at least.


    With that all out of the way, Barb cleared her throat, sitting up slightly straighter. "Immy is demoted," she began bluntly, licking her nose. "Also, to those of you unaware, Hypokrisis has been stripped of his position as Warlord of Strategy because of some shit he started in Westeros." Intentional or not, he had nearly gotten Bloodclan into a lot of trouble. "He will still be serving as Bloodclan's Head Priest, though." Who was she supposed to promote in his place, Duskmire? She hardly knew the guy, and anyway, she trusted Hypo's healing skills far beyond Dusk's - at the moment, at least.


    Continuing on to more positive news, she spoke, "Yuu, Radioactiveplague, Duskmire, Michael, and Clark-" she nodded toward the boy with a bright smile, hoping he understood he was getting praised - "all receive shoutouts. Keep up the good work and expect a promotion in the future." She was quiet for a moment before she continued, "I also want the Winter Soldier, Marcelene, Pitchblack, and Trash to all step up to Second Tier." Some of them were fairly new, some had just picked up activity, but they all showed promise.


    "That's it. Unless you guys have anything else to say or questions or anything, meeting dismissed." With that, Barbara got to her paws and gently nudged her child away, beginning to head away from her seat.

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    pitch probably would have more fun attending the raid than a movie night. he lacked any focus to pay attention for long and would probably just talk through the entire thing and annoy everyone. pitch much preferred the comfort of his own den, anyway. crowds made him... not like himself. though the announcements to follow were pretty okay. shoutouts, demotions. though hypo's was a little strange. didn't red priest hold the same power as a war lolrd? so his demotion was kind of made little sense if he still held- whatever. onto the next one, promotions- oh lucky him! he got a promotion. he puffed out his chest and gave duskmire a smile. "what are shoutouts? i've never heard of them before." they definitely didn't have them last he was around. they sounded like mini promotions, or titles.

    Dusk still felt uneasy about the witch hunt for the undercover members of Xi's rebellion, but at this point there was nothing he could do about it but hide until it blew over. He trusted in his own ability to remain undetected, but the fear of being found out was even worse than before now that the whole operation had failed. He was drawn out of his thoughts however by realizing Barbara had given him a shoutout - even after he yelled at Luca and helped add fuel to the fire that ruined the ShadowClan alliance. He looked to Barbara somewhat suspiciously, wondering if it was a trick, but eventually gave her a nod of thanks, albeit a confused one. Dusk would have wondered about it for the rest of the meeting, but the promotions provided a pleasant distraction. Dusk grinned back at Pitch and nudged him gently in return. "Hey, congrats buddy," He murmured, probably more giddy than he'd been at his own promotion. As for the shoutouts explanation, he shrugged a little. "It's like a - like a pat on the back kind of thing, basically 'good job,'" Dusk explained, his voice sinking to a whisper for the next part, "Which uh - is interesting." He was referring to himself getting one even after yelling at Sango's son, which he definitely wasn't complaining about, though it made him feel bad for Mal who had done little more than he and been demoted to Omega.

    a pat on the back? it sounded nice; pitch guessed it was used more for encouragement for activity and a way to convince people to stick around. the only thing really keeping pitch here was the chaos of it all, really. all the more interesting folks seemed to roam bloodclan, proven by the massive hellhounds and the disabled amputee that denied being a disabled person. or the australian guy who wasn't actually from australia. his attention though had shifted from dusk to trevor, who made a pretty good point. even if he was one of the moles, pitch was sort of disappointed barbara wasn't thinking of a bigger picture here.


    "hey, the guy that looks like an uncircumcised penis kinda has a point, jailbait." he stood up to give himself a better platform to get their attention. "i wouldn't ignore this, you do know scent manipulation exists, right? because it's not that hard to use if you wanna pose as a bloodclanner. who knows if sunclan is pulling others into this, because they very well could be."

    The Soldier's ears had pricked up at the sound of paw steps near him, looking over to see Jamison sitting near him. For a moment, the male would only glance at the Overseer but then, he felt something stick onto his metal leg. Of course, he knew what it was. It was another magnet, he knew the feeling too well, considering this wasn't the first time Jamison has done this. He would look down at his leg for a moment, letting out a sigh as he pried the magnet off with his flesh paw. He was going to say something to the Overseer, but then Barbara began to speak again. Diverting his attention over to her, he would put the magnet on the ground in front of him, listening to what Barbara had to say. As he listened to her announcements, his ears would prick up at the mention of his name.

    She wanted him to be a second tier. That must have meant Barbara has seen his potential, which pleased the assassin. He knew that the second tier position was more of a stepping stone, but there was no problem with that. Giving the leader a firm nod, he would accept her offer and take up the position.


    Frankly, Marcelene was pleasantly surprised at the way that Barbara reacted to Stolensuns. The tan canine cracked a small smile, sitting back slightly. She had been expecting some sort of crazy outburst, but it actually seemed like Barb was considering the possibility of the suggestion. She remained silent throughout the rest of the announcements, nodding absentmindedly through the promotions and demotions until she heard her own name in the mix. The girl smirked, calling out, "Hey, thanks. Also, yeah, SunClan might be fucking with us, but how would we prove that? It's not like we can just walk over there and be like 'Hey you fuckers, we know you pretended to be a BloodClanner and then fucked up some peeps."