There was blood sloshing in the belly of a tiny, mousey beast. Her guts were twisting, a foul taste in Doestar's mouth. Something that could be leak from the nose, spatter from the parted jaws on to the fallen tree that she climbed, claws vaguely trembling as they dragged along the rotten bark. Her ribs pulsed against her ski, throat tightening, the skies dark and an unending flurry of white flakes drifting forth from them. Landing on the pelts of Clanmates. Did she need to make a declaration for them to assemble? She rested atop the log quite often, and they had become used to seeing her there. There hadn't been a meeting in a while. Her teeth wobbled and the world shifted a bit, glitching, the grasses wavering in the distance like a malicious fog. A cough escaped her. Rusty vocal chords.
"All those old enough to swim, gather to hear my words."
(loving the activity, everyone!!! welcome to all you new people, and thank you to those that have stuck around :^) if you'd like a ceremony for your character or other miscellaneous announcement during this meeting and haven't PMed me yet, please do so and i'll add it to the agenda of stuff to do! as of now, the agenda is:
- announcements for mca tryouts, increased patrols, ravensong's capture, wolfstream's return, illness prevention)