And yet another week had passed, this one dragging by a bit slower than usual. That... wasn't good. Bloodclan had just been crawling their way back up, but were struck with a sudden bout of inactivity, as well as the sudden attack from Sunclan, and now they were kind of struggling. Barbara couldn't fucking have that, and she would make it known, which was exactly what she had planned as small paws carried her up toward her usual sitting place her features donning neither of her usual expressions - pissed off or a mischievous brightness. Instead, she looked oddly calm, her lips pressed into a thin, neutral line as she took a seat and looked over the camp. "Bloodclan," she began, tone cold and even, "gather around for another meeting." She waited for a few of her clanmates to gravitate toward her, icy gaze flickering over each of the faces, some she knew and some not as well, though all of them familiar, until she spoke again.
"Our activity has been going downhill. I don't know if it's me, or my high positions, or a lack of interest in general, but we're not going to last at this rate, and we've got to fucking do something about it." Her expression was set as she watched those below her, gauging their reactions before she continued briskly, "I want to see more from you, all of you, though most specifically high positions - that means more captures and tortures, more events, more contribution in general." The last time she had asked her clanmates for this, some little shit had started screaming at her, claimed that she was doing nothing, but in the end, that had blown up in his face - for the sake of the others, she hoped they would not lash out as he had. "That said, I've decided not to alliance with Darkclan. On a similar note, though, I've agreed to a trial alliance with Stormclan, so I'm gonna need an ambassador for that." The tabby fell silent, allowing the information to sink in before she would continue on to the rest of her announcements.