Tails Between Our Legs - MEETING

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    [color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
    We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.




    Sharven stood before the Skull, his mind still the plaything of Deathwish. His wounds had been few, but the mental damage was great. The battle was pointless, and Deathwish had made him call it off so suddenly – why was that? It was so… odd.


    “Cats of the Skull, we return defeated. Nevertheless we will still rise to glory again. I have some positions to announce. After this battle, I wanted to let you know that Safari is no longer an Herb in Training. Our Herbs may choose their own trainee as soon as they wish.”


    He glanced around the room, waiting for more to gather. He had a few promotions to announce as well.



    ©katatonic 2013

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    [justify][font=times new roman][color=white]The still injured black and white tuxedo tom pulled himself to his paws, and made his way out of the Herb's den towards the meeting. Pricking his ears at Sharven's announcement of the opening of the position he had been admiring for quite some time, and flicked his tail.


    It did seem that the four moon old would be crippled for quite some time, due to his entrance to the clan two moons ago. An eagle had been carrying him away from his parents, and a gust of wind dropped the two moon old kitten onto the group, breaking his right hind leg.


    With a small blink of his chocolate brown eyes, Jaerid pulled himself into an awkward sitting position, his broken leg sprawled awkwardly beside him, and waited to listen to the rest of the announcements.

    [justify]Pain running through his body, the black and white skull fought the urge to return to sleep as he padded out to sit down and turn his brown eyes to the leader. Xterra hated losing at anything but Sharven did have a point. They would rise up again, sooner or later. Safari was demoted? Shame. He had liked the tom somewhat but even he knew that the thought of the now gone cat would soon fade into nothingness. [/justify]

    Voltaire strolled in, his languid stride no less arrogant for the defeat they had suffered. He himself had not seen a loss - many cats had fled before him - and frankly, the whole thing was stupid anyways, so why should he care about it? The only thing irking the back of his mind was the absence of Rohan; he had not seen the Cave Warden since the battle.


    Probably skulking out in the scrubs, was his scornful conclusion. I saw that bitch backing him into a corner. He probably lost the fight.


    The muscular brown tabby stretched, then sat in his appointed place, amber eyes baleful this time around as he cast his gaze out to his groupmates. Still under the influence of Deathwish, he could hardly snort at what Sharven was saying, but everyone knew that it had been a sucky battle all around. And what had they gained? Nothing. Well, not that he could say anything about it. Damn that mangy tom to Fortis' hopefully stern judgement.

    Jedi stifled the growl rising in his throat as he stepped over to the gathering group. His tail lashed back and forth quickly in irrigation. He plopped his butt down and scowled at the cats around him. What a let down.


    .......


    Jelani leaped over to the gathered cats. His whole body shook with excitement. The young tom looked up at his idol, Sharven. "What's up Sharven?" He asked excitedly swiveling his tail up and down like a flag.


    ........


    Young Amunet padded in. She was no longer the sweet little fluffy kit. She was a stunning slender tortie point. Her blue eyes scanned over the cats gathered. She swiped her soft paw over her pink mouth for a moment before sitting quietly to the side wrapping her tail over her paws.

    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia;][justify]Vincent stalked towards where the meeting was called. He had few wounds, but there was a dreadfully annoying one on his back leg. His ears picked up what Sharven was saying, but his eyes were glued to Amunet. What was a she-cat doing just out and about? Did she want to get herself mauled? Vinny scoffed at her ignorance before turning his face up to one of the Skulls devoted leaders. He'd let some other egomaniac tom take care of her. It wasn't his business as of right now, no matter how much he disapproved.


    Of course the Skulls would rise again. They always did. 'We're fucking badass fighters.' he inwardly said, a smirk spreading across his maw.


    ( ooc ) please let me know if you find Vincents language offensive. he's just a pottymouth. and i don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

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    She was beautiful; Afrodita was known for it, and sure as hell even in the Elite they recognized her right from the fiery look in her sapphire eyes but her flame was dying down, getting stomped on repeatedly. She didn't really protest or whine anymore, Pluxiria's days were nearing to a cease therefore she would no longer be the almighty leader's daughter. Sitting by her niece Amunet, she sighed, weary and tired.

    Noah clumsily padded out the herb cave, shaking away all the derbies that clung to his thick, grey pelt as he toke a seat beside Dita.

    Flick entered through the cave. The black tomcat was not nearly as injured as some of his fellow brethren, but the pain of seeing his clan's failure was enough to make him want to rest for moons. The cave warden sat among the growing crowd ready to help any cat who might need it as he waited for his leader to speak once again.

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent bordercolor= transparent borderwidth= 1px][font=tohoma][size=7pt]witchdoctor sat back, looking up at sharven. were was pluxira? was he gone already. the seal lynx point shrugged, he'd never even met his grandfather. the sela lynx point scoffed, looking up at vincent with narrowed eyes. no more safari, oh well then. the small kitten shrugged, giving a yawn.

    Locket padded over and sat down beside her fellow members. She licked a small paw and drew it over her ear. She wondered who the leader was going to promote and if he was going to demote any cats. She shrugged. The decisions wouldn't really effect her, as long as whoever was chosen was able to bring the Skulls back to victorious times she didn't very much care. The small calico fixed her green gaze up at Sharven and waited for him to make the announcements.

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    [color=black]Everybody said we gotta take a chance and tell them what the hell went wrong.
    We only listened to the words that we sang, now a million are singing along.




    "Next I announce two new Cave Wardens. These two have proven themselves over and over in battle and in the Caves. May Fortis look down on them with kindness and guide them in their paths."


    He looked around the meeting, hoping to spot the two.


    "Kimba, you will become a Cave Warden alongside Nebuchadnezzar. You will do your camp proud."


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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-family: georgia;][justify]Vincent hardly took notice of the next cats to walk in aside from Witchdocter. "My main maaann!" he grinned, chuckling under his breath as he padded over to sit himself beside the younger tomcat. "How's it hangin'?"


    His ears swiveled towards Sharven as he spoke again, and Vincent cast a look about the assembled cats, failing to see either cats mentioned. He shrugged his shoulders and called out a quick congratulations.

    Omorthan's ears perked. He did not really liked Safari. Maybe he was too soft? Ugh, toms were suppose to be f*cking stern and strong, like Pluxiria and Sharven. His eyes traveled to Nez. He had seen and heard of the tom. He was the adopted son of Plux right?



    Rosalind's eyes flickered with happiness as she heard her brother's name called as one of the promotion. She was quite sad Safari was demoted; he served very well in Skulls. "Yay Nez!" the lilac-point cheered.

    Flight sat primly, her paws tucked neatly beneath her, as she listened to Sharven speak. She sat as still as possible; her fur was thin in places where it had been torn out, and raw scratches marred her flank. It hurt to move.
    When Sharven declared the new Cave Wardens, though, Flight stood- she would have leaped, but she wasn't sure she was able to- and glanced around for Nez, joy twisting her maw into a proud smile. "Nez!" she called, knowing he probably couldn't hear her, knowing he would probably be talking to his father. She didn't care. She wanted to congratulate him, she wanted to nuzzle him, she wanted to whisper in his ear how proud she was, her purring almost drowning out her words.

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    [img width=170 height=255]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tum…m8q76Ztd1qjev1to1_500.jpg[/img]    		 [font=mv boli][color=tomato]Taking his place by siting among the random jumble of cats, the young member of Skulls listened to Sharven with high concentration. His tail bounced up and down from the floor, showing his slight aggravation at still being just a bit too young to do anything worthwhile. But, otherwise, his body language was still and pristine, showing none of the discord that he felt about the state of his mother's mind.




    After Sharven stopped speaking, he took the opportunity to glance around. His amber eyes landed on his brother, Witchdoctor, for a few seconds. But his brother was capable and he felt no need to be concerned over that. So his gaze moved on, and it took only a small amount of time before he picked out his mother, Dita, from the crowd. Now he felt a bit conflicted over whether he should say where he was or make a move to support his mother.




    But, in the end, he decided that the later would make him look weak and dependent--the antithesis of how a tom should act in the Skulls, as the thinker in his mind pointed out to him. So he refused to act on that idea, and instead remained sitting somewhat still. Damage's head turned back to Sharven, not wanting others to mistake him for shrugging off the importance of this meeting.


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    "I accept," he replied with a firm nod.


    Everything was starting to go so wonderfully. Maybe Pluxiria was wrong about the terrible times that he though were coming. Maybe this was a sign of better things.[/fancypost]

    [color=white][size=8]Breathe keep breathing \\ Don't loose your nerve
    Breathe keep breathing \\ I can't do this alone