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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]"Happy New Years to you as well, Deirdre," Capricornhorns meowed, offering her a soft smile as he padded over. Taking a seat beside the canine, he followed her gaze, staring at the dark sky for a moment before sighing. Though he, Deirdre, and Copperwires had chosen to live in the Savage, and thus could only blame themselves for the lack of company, he had to admit that it was rather... depressing. Especially on a holiday such as this.

"Well," the serval said, breaking the silence, "I suppose this isn't ideal, but at least we've got the three of us."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Frowning, Ariadne padded after Basil and Bittersweet before taking a seat beside the latter. Studying Rudy with intense amber optics, the ocelot awaited the WindClanner's response with pursed lips.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Basil was a rather odd creature, so Ariadne wasn't terribly bothered by the sight of a butterfly resting on his face. She simply took it in stride, taking a seat before her leader and offering his winged companion a narrow-eyed glance. "I would like one," said the ocelot, lifting her head.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]"They seem to like you," Ariadne called up to Basil with little segue, coming to a halt outside the mansion. Taking a seat and wrapping her dappled tail around her paws, the ocelot looked up at her leader as he flew in mindless circles. Frowning, she continued with a tilt of the head, "What are you doing?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]"Hello there," meowed Q, padding towards the border with mild curiosity. Noting the pungent DarkClan scent, the serval studied Renegade with a calculating pair of optics, a wry smirk tugging at his lips. If this hellhound intended to join, it appeared Raphael's title of "creepiest rare and mythical creature in the Skulls" would be in jeopardy.

Meeting the leader's gaze, Q lifted a brow. "Can I help you?" he queried, smirk still in place.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Okay, sure, maybe he was a little grouchy. Maybe it had to do with the fact he hadn't seen Kylo in a few days, and maybe it had to do with his potential feelings for the Shipmaster.

Whatever. He was a genius, damn it. He could handle it.

Regardless, whenever Q was in a foul mood, he buried himself in his work. It was no different this time around, for he had thrown himself into the sorting of herbs with a fervor typically reserved for his inventing debacles. He treated the herbs as carefully as always, if not more so, placing them into piles with a frankly frightening intensity. The serval was silent as he worked, gaze fixed on the project at hand.

He had been at it for nearly an hour. To begin with, he had sorted the herbs he'd gathered earlier in the day. That had taken less time than he'd expected, however; as such, he currently busied himself with alphabetizing the herbs he and the other surgeons had already stored.

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HP needed:
Bleachedbones.

Thread link:
http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2280813.0

Reason:
A DarkClanner has requested a meeting with the leader.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]tracking

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Capricornhorns had to admit, the sight of anyone other than Copperwires or Deirdre was rather shocking. Aside from he and Copper's recent trip to the Skulls, he had grown rather unused to the sight of actual living creatures... Or non-living in Des' case, he supposed.

"Congratulations, Copper," he called, emerald gaze seeking out his companion. It appeared that she hadn't arrived yet, but he was sure that would change soon. Word got around awfully quick in a Clan of three, after all.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]The Savage has changed its name to the Exodus. The current high position ranks have been abolished and replaced with new ones:
- Grand Master
- High Officer
- Lieutenant
- Lower Council

The old badges can be renamed or entirely new badges can be created, whichever is easiest! :^)

May I please have the Lieutenant badge on this account and my main?

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]I'll take one! Do you want me to make it? :^)

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]tracking! :^)

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]That was an awful lot of change for one meeting, but Capricornhorns couldn't say that he disagreed with any of it. The Savage had to be inactive for a reason, after all, and perhaps a good bit of change was just what they needed.

At the announcement of he and Deirdre's promotion, the serval allowed a small grin to grace his maw. In the words of his new Grand Master, that meant he was to be a representative of "the peaceful people, healers, event planners, and that sort of thing." This worked out rather well, for he felt that the title of turbulent fit him nicely; more so than assertive, at least.

"Thank you," he offered, nodding at his mate with pleased emerald optics. Then, gaze seeking out his new canine colleague, he meowed, "And congratulations, Deirdre."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]It seemed as though the Clan was becoming a hub for all sorts of rare, mythical creatures. Raphael, Murderweapon, Bleachedbones... And now this guy. It was as if they were a beacon to all outcasts.

Though Q had been surprised upon meeting kelpies, dragons, and hellhounds, the shock value was really beginning to wear off. As such, he wasn't exactly stunned to see a unicorn waiting at the border. Instead, he simply approached Sephoris and offered the alabaster creature a calm smirk. "Can I help you?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Having been fetched from camp by Sundaypaw, Frostbreath rushed ahead of the senior warrior, jaws laden with colorful herbs.

If it had been a feline or a wildcat in Sjach's position, Frostbreath could have healed them without a problem -- but a dinosaur? For StarClan's sake, he could use every herb in his arsenal, yet still not have enough to fully treat the massive creature.

"Okay," Frostbreath meowed, a hysterical giggle bubbling from his throat. "Okay. Pineheart, Sundaypaw, Rabbitpaw, I need the three of you to go find as many cobwebs as you can."

If the territory's cobweb supply was severely dented after this, Frostbreath didn't mind terribly. Spiders didn't exactly take a vacation, after all, and could easily produce more. Even if this was not the case, the Medicine Cat likely wouldn't have hesitated to use up every single cobweb regardless. Despite his intelligence and attention to detail, the alabaster feline was remarkably short-sighted and passionate, especially where his clanmates were concerned.

"Sjach," the Medicine Cat said, "Please stop talking. I'm going to treat the wounds, first. I have some cobwebs with me, which I'll go ahead and apply once I'm done, but Pineheart, Sunny, and Rabbitpaw should be back before I need the rest. Okay? If you talk or move, I might actually kill you myself."

When Sundaypaw had fetched him, he'd brought with him marigold, dock, goldenrod, horsetail, and wintergreen. Since it was leafbare, his stores hadn't been as well-stocked as he might have liked, but he wasn't exactly concerned about that at the moment. He could always ask their allies for extra herbs, if need be.

"I can't give you any painkillers," Frostbreath said, pausing to chew the horsetail and marigold into a poultice. "Not that I have any that are likely to work on you. But I can't afford for you to get woozy or anything right now. No more so than you already are, at least."

The marigold and horsetail were the strongest of the two herbs that he'd brought, as well as what he'd had the most of. As such, he intended to use the two herbs on the worst of Sjach's wounds. The dinosaur's neck injuries were the most dangerous, so it was there that Frostbreath focused his attention. With gentle movements, he attempted to smear the poultice along his clanmate's battered neck.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Replied! :^)

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]"I'm here," Frostbreath meowed, rushing towards the group with flattened ears. He had been gathering herbs nearby when the sound of voices, combined with the raw scent of blood and infection, lured him in.

Heterochromatic gaze flitting to Connecticut, Frostbreath dropped his newly gathered herbs beside the she-cat. After chewing up the horsetail beside him, he attempted to spread the poultice along Connie's gash. He was glad he'd been gathering that particular herb, for it served both to stop bleeding and treat infection, both of which were very real issues in this scenario.

"You'll be fine," the Medicine Cat meowed, offering Connecticut a pearly smile. "I'll patch up your gash, and then you can come rest with us for a while. Once you're feeling a little better, we'll find something for you to eat."

Truth was, he and Connecticut were siblings. Frostbreath was nearly a year younger, however, and he had left SkyClan at a young age. As such, he couldn't recognize Connie; in fact, he likely wouldn't have been able to even if she'd been in a healthier state.

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Though the week was nearing its end, Q hadn't completely finished his weekly task. Admittedly, he had been a bit busy, what with the recent promotions and such. Still, he'd be damned if he didn't complete the task.

He and a few others had filled six gift baskets just the other day, and they were finally coming in to use. His task involved bringing one basket to each of their allies, but the surgeon wasn't exactly fond of the idea of traveling to six separate Clans, especially considering how far away some of them were. As such, he figured he'd enlist the aid of his clanmates.

"I need some volunteers to deliver these baskets," Q called, glancing at the aforementioned gifts that sat beside him. "I can go to PhantomClan and SunClan, but I need some people to go to RushingClan, DarkClan, the Syndicate, and the Achaean League."

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Timelesspaw's obvious opposition to a new leader was eerily reminiscent of what Capricornstar had dealt with from Troublemaker and several others back in HawkClan. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, however, the serval visibly shook himself. Thinking back on his old home often brought out a bad side of him, something he didn't want to deal with in the middle of a meeting.

"Given that we're no longer a patriarchy, I doubt we would have continued attacking RadicalClan regardless," Capricornstar noted, twitching an ear. Tilting his head, he studied the jaguar for a moment before frowning. "This isn't a coup d'etat, you realize. Copperwires didn't waltz in and snatch power from you. She was chosen, as little as you might like it. And even if you don't agree with her choices, I imagine she is doing what she believes to be most beneficial to the Clan as a whole." He avoided the term "the Exodus," for he didn't figure it would be appreciated. "I'm sure that if these changes prove unsuccessful in boosting our activity, Copperwires will consider reverting the group back to what it once was. I've known her for a very long time, and she's not exactly the sort to refuse to admit her mistakes."

Though he was sympathetic for Timelesspaw, due to all of the change which had been sprung upon the apprentice so suddenly, he kept this emotion out of his gaze as best as possible, for he'd discovered that sympathy was rarely appreciated. Instead, he offered her a tentative smile, "But surely we can give it a try and see where it gets us, yes?"

[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]"According to Bleachedbones, the Syndicate's still around. If they're not, that's fine. It'll be crossed off the list," Q meowed, shrugging with little interest. The Syndicate was of little importance to him; though he recognized the value of allies, the Syndicate even at its height hadn't been the most crucial. As such, while he was disappointed the Skulls' number of allies was down by one, he wasn't exactly in mourning over the issue. They'd live.

"That's all of the groups. Just drop off these baskets and inquire about the status of our alliance, if you don't mind. Thank you."