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    chica but has to step upon staircase for creatures to spill forth, one by one with differing thoughts to run rampant amongst minds and their faces vary just as wildly, features twisted into a many emotions. half a hum trickles from lips as eyes of purest amethyst dance about the incoming crowd, thoughtful, thoughtful.


    so many have joined and clan flourishes with a stuttering activity as joyous hearts beat in time with the pitter patter of rain, the hush hush of snow, and the whispering of the winds. it's all welcomed, what a wonderful thing to watch little villa chime not with just ghosts but the living too. now, that's something which the dark beauty stands ever grateful for and ultimately pleased with. they're doing something right, "OI SANCTUARY, GATHER 'ROUND FER A MEETIN'." and so it begins as more and more crowd about staircase that it to be teeming with announcements, curiosity rising.

    ❝ BITING EMPTY HANDS ❞ CHICA FAZBEAR

    THE SANCTUARY & INFORMATION

    Val, newly returned from his adventure, comes forth but he doesn't seem too happy to be back. It is nothing personal he has against the Sanctuary, not at all, he's mostly just disappointed in himself. The pale furred doberman settles, pierced ears flickering lazily against his cranium as he turns grassy green eyes onto his most trusted friend. He doesn't even feel the want to smile today. He remains quiet, anticipating, and expecting. What would today's meeting be about, he wonders?

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    It had been hard for Cloverfields to get used to being home again, yet he was accomplishing quite a lot the last few days. It wasn't anything to talk about, mostly since Clov was just trying to become a larger member of this community. Walking over towards their leader as she was planning to start a meeting. He missed the last one...and was sure this one would have him actually there. Taking a seat close by without a word.

    "Speech."

    I Don't Believe In Ghosts

    Ugh, meetings. She'd forgotten all about these snoozefests. Jitterpaw sprawls on the floor next to Cloverfields, hoping at least that her mum will announce invitations to some snazzy winter parties in other clans.

    ✦ ✧ ✦ Dayrise was surprised, if anything, to be one of the first to arrive. Tail swishing behind him, the golden tabby quietly set himself near Survivalinstinct. Like everyone else, he was rather curious to hear what was about to be said, and subconsciously allowed him to lean forward slightly, head tilting east. His poor hearing would have to try it's best to catch what Chicagocrimes had in mind, especially with the murmurings and movement of fellow members.



    dena could soon be seen, creaping alongside the shadows as she made her way into the meeting, unsure of how long she planned on staying this time. meetings were usually boring, they held no real value of importance to her.


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    Ashenkit arrived through the method of stomping. It wasn't that meetings put the ball of fluff into a particularly bad mood. Quite the opposite, really. Meetings were a way of spreading information quickly and efficiently to most, if not all, of the Clan. It was a wonderful thing in the eyes of the feline. However, they were not a happy creature. They hadn't been seen smiling maybe ever. Their expression was rarely ever neutral, either. Their facial features were often, if not always, contorted into a frown. Just like now.


    The kit took a seat within the crowd, being careful to not touch any of their clanmates. They weren't sure if they trusted any of these heathens quite yet. Sure, they were a part of the Sanctuary, and the entire idea behind Clans was that they were banded together to look after one another, but Ashenkit wasn't sure if they believed that. So, they sat by themselves, surrounded by creatures but still alone, and quite content with their state. They turned their gaze to Chicagocrimes... and waited.

    Albeit late, Cobalt arrived at the meeting, finding a place to sit amongst the sea of creatures. His gaze travelled from backs of heads to a certain kitten sitting far off to his side. Their face was twisted into a scowl, clearly not happy with the meeting - or probably anything else for that matter. He had a feeling that the wildcat would claw his face off if he attempted to talk to them, or get near their personal bubble. Staring at the unhappy kitten eventually caused him to frown himself, helpless to improve the mood of the pallas cat. Deciding it was best not to approach the kit, he turned his attention back to Chica, patiently awaiting her next words.

    Meetings were a fascinating business, she felt, how interesting of a gathering! That, and she liked knowing what was going on! Chica's call was met with the beast making her way over.

    Though, she was courteous to stay in the far back as to not be a bother to anyone.

    ☆•° it felt like he had just attended a meeting, how strange. perhaps time flew faster now that he had settled in to his once lost home. settling near dreaming and offering her a small smile, he had focused mainly of the meeting. a sense of nervousness fluttering lightly in his chest. away from the crowd, yet forever watching and listening.


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    there's a pause, there's always a pause, as chicagocrimes watches each and every creature come and gather under the swell of own call. but a flicker of a moment more and then she starts with half of a sigh to tease lips, "we got a few new faces runnin' around, be sure ta say hi if ya see 'em; jian , Cobalt M. , JITTERPAW , ashenfang. , kairi . , an' SEAPUP ; jus' returned from his lil' trip. welcome, welcome all o' you, it's nice ta see you 'ere in our home, welcome."


    "we gotta couple o' demotions; JERICHO , CULLODENA. , an' everlastinghappiness are demoted. o' course, you all can regain yer rank jus' as easily as ya had lost it, i jus' gotta see more o' you guys. arizonacircle has . . . disappeared, so he's demoted, a search patrol will be held shortly. it's- it's not all frowns though- JITTERPAW , *~DREAMING SKIES~* , TALOO an' ashenfang. are promoted ta neophyte. Sprucekit. . an' VIRGASNARE. are promoted ta either reaper or honor. good job, you guys, keep it up." she lets them sit on that, falls quiet for the time being.


    ooc: the next post comes tomorrow!!

    ❝ BITING EMPTY HANDS ❞ CHICA FAZBEAR

    THE SANCTUARY & INFORMATION

    Oh. Oh, oh, oh, OH. Their grey eyes widened with shock as their name was mentioned not once but TWICE, in recognition that they were new to the Sanctuary AND in a mention of promotion. They felt pride surge through their veins and the ghost of a smile swept over their grumpy features. WOW. Realizing they should probably show SOME sort of respect, the wildcat dipped their head in Chicagocrimes' direction. "Thank you..." they practically purred.

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    Cloverfields seemed stunned at the mention of his name....he was being given a higher rank? The male was thankful but also stunned on how hard he truly worked the last couple days. "I'd be ok with honor Chica" He wasn't able to crack a full smile, but one did tug slightly on his maw.


    "Speech."

    I Don't Believe In Ghosts

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    ☆•° honor or reaper? he knew what those had meant, his past life gaining reaper multiple times. but, tarot had liked the sound of honor now, the bittersweet thought of skyline’s words echoing the same thoughts had made him shift a bit uncomfortably. however, watching as clover had decided on honor as well, he decided to balance out this situation. "i’ll take reaper then. thank you, chica." he voice was soft as he had looked over to his son, mouthing ‘good job’ to him with a soft smile.


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    eyes flicker back and forth between the mentioned, the thank yous and the answers to call, to choice- reaper or honor. she files it all in her head, nodding in return before moving on, on. "okay so, not a whole lot is goin' down wit' our allies an' stuff- maybe it's 'bout time we plan some things like uhh, i dunno, blind dates? OOCLY, we have a bit ta talk on; check up on our BLIZZARD & FAMINE PLOT WITH COLOUREDCLAN ta keep track o' things. uh, don't forget ta sign up fer a WEEKLY TASKS & OOC PROMPTS or th' AMBASSADOR PROGRAM if ya think yer able. and . . . that's a wrap. meetin' dismissed. "

    ❝ BITING EMPTY HANDS ❞ CHICA FAZBEAR

    THE SANCTUARY & INFORMATION

    Dreaming Skies had been quite content where she was, happily listening to their leader speak. It did worry her, to hear that one of them had...gone missing. She hoped it was...wasn't a malicious taking or something, the idea made her sick.


    Blinking in surprise the dragon was stunned for a moment at the promotion, quickly dipping her head.

    "I-uh, thank you, Chica!"


    Her grin only grew at the other promotions, her head turning to give Tarot a quiet 'congrats!' before mouthing the same over to Cloverfields.

    Goodness she was proud!

    For the rest of the meeting Dreaming Skies was quiet, easily listening and taking to mind the events.