Posts by JERICHO !
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"S-SunClan, gather- gather for a meeting, p-please!"Second meeting in their new home. It still feels strange, it feels like this is his first meeting here. Then again, something about this town already feels like home. Perhaps it's just standing on this fountain rather than the temple steps that is odd and unfamiliar. As much as he already adores the cobblestone walkways and sandy beaches, it is still new. The blind tom knows this a little too well; he's already ran into more than his fair share of buildings just trying to explore the beachside town. In any case, he sits on the fountain's ledge and waits for his clanmates to arrive. At least they've been a constant throughout all of this. Jericho exhales a little beneath his breath, shuffling his paws and rubbing the cement base of the fountain as he waits to distract himself.
Once he can hear that the majority of the SunClanners have settled down, his clears his throat to get their attention. Even after quiet a few meetings he still feels his heart fluttering and his stomach tightening. What a sight he must be, a tiny, blind cat nervously addressing such a crowd. "Okay, so we... had a c-couple of days where activity was fantastic, and th-then it kind of, ah... f-faded? It seems like a lot of the- the people who... um, j-joined didn't stick around, which is something we've struggled with for a w-while. So after asking around a bit, the issue is s-something I've... I've k-kind of noticed as well?" He pauses and inhales, trying to gather his thoughts. "Listen, I... d-don't want people posting just to be active or... or a-anything like that. I want everyone to just genuinely, ah, g-genuinely enjoy roleplaying here. I w-want everyone to interact and engage. Please, d-don't just skim one another's posts if you p-plan on replying. Don't post on a thread if you... intend on- on never p-posting again, and take the time to actually r-reply and engage; don't think of them as 'just another joiner' or... ah, w-whatever. And if you can, ah... maybe s-set your private threads to, well, ah, private or... or h-hidden? Just to make the board appear more w-welcoming and open and... um, yeah. I don't promote based on activity, b-by the way. I promote based off of contribution, welcomingness, engagement, and... th-that sort of... thing."
Towards the end he begins trailing off. Jericho is certainly no public speaker, nor are his thoughts very organized. Hopefully they understand what he means, though he knows it is not something that can change overnight or with a mere announcement. It's going to require effort from all of them. "So... ah, w-with that said, I'm not promoting anyone this w-week. Things picked up for a b-bit there and then slowed downa lot s-so, uh, so I'm going to wait a b-bit. But... but, ah, but keep in mind that I'm l-looking to fill the ranks more." Jericho falls silent for a moment once more, hoping his clanmates won't be upset by this. After all, many tend to look forwards to this kind of thing, he knows. Still, he has demotions to do, so Jericho carries on. "Scarletscream and- Scarletscream and Moon, y-you're both demoted for- for ah, inactivity. That's... all f-for that stuff." Thank goodness. The tabby hates doing demotions, and his tone is almost sympathetic as he announces them.
"Uh, th-this is more for the high positions, but, ah, we aren't d-doing weekly semi high position meetings a-anymore. It's just... t-too, ah, too difficult considering we have general meetings one a week as... as w-well. I'm g-going to be contacting my Silverbloods and up every week for i-ideas on how to improve SunClan and for promotion and demotion s-suggestion, but anyone regardless of rank is free to come to me in my d-den or through my, ah, my roleplayer's... his PMs as well." That's a lot of talking all at once, so Jericho pauses to breathe a little and go through his mental checklist. "The... the event hub is also no longer in u-use, so volunteers for weekly tasks will now be requested at e-each meeting. Ah, this is Suga's week, but w-we can still take one more volunteer!"
"There's a discussion on the g-guilds that I'll link below. Also, ah, d-don't go anywhere, there's still more to- to announce!"
OOC summary:
- So I asked around for opinions on SunClan a bit, and a lot of people had an issue with a lack of engagement. I can't really fix this on my own, but... just roleplay with people, tbh? When I promote people, it's only a fraction based on activity. It's mostly contribution and involvement and engagement. Don't just post to post, guys. Don't just skim others' posts, either. Plot with people! Respond to them! Stick to threads, don't just hit it and quit it! Be, y'know, interactive! It's really boring when someone just comes up to your joining thread and pretty much just says 'the SunClanner padded over. "Name and business," he said' and also really discouraging to those trying to join. I won't ramble any more, but yeah.
- Moon and Scarletscream are demoted. No promotions this week, but keep in mind I'm looking to fill the ranks a bit more.
- High positions have probably already noticed, but we're no longer holding SHP meetings. It's just too hard to get anything done considering that meetings are already weekly. I'll still be contacting my Silverbloods+ for ideas and such, and if anything has suggestions for events, promotions, demotions, or the like, I'm still open to them!
- This is Suga's week for the weekly tasks. Volunteers will now be asked for at each meeting because the event hub is no longer in use; we can still take one more for this week's!
- There's a discussion on the guilds here that I would appreciate if you posted in.
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oops sorry the meeting's a bit late, i was out all day again, but it's finally up!pats mist
im also exhausted omg its 1 am and i was at band/the football game so i might go to bed now
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tracking on sunclan's behalf!
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hmmm
i really dont want to make the guilds just.... 'lesser' bc they already feel really distant and disconnected from the rest of sunclan? and i think part of that was bc we removed them from the ranks even tho that was probs a decision for the bettermusey omg do u mean impressionists?? i think thats what ur talking abt
but i actually ADORE the old impressionists and ive been wanting to bring them back but idk how since every time it's been an open rank/title ppl have barely even used it
but i'd lowkey be totally open to having like an open rank/title for impressionists and medics and of course still warriors, if that seems like a good compromise?
then again even that makes me iffy bc ppl rarely recognize base ranks
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aaaaa noo i loved seeing santana around!! diablo my Son
but i totally understand and noted! i hope to see you around sunclan again sometime soon <3
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tbh i think we'll go for impressionists but my new concern (after discussing it w/ some of the silverbloods+) is the medic thing
i like having a medic hp but it feels like they never work anymore? there usually arent enough candidates and people dont want to bc they think that they won't be able to progress further to like leaderanother concern is when we were reworking the guilds ppl said they didnt like branches bc it makes them feel like they have to put their character in a box and im worried having like a warrior, medic, and impressionist open rank will make it feel that way (even tho branches def arent what im going for)
idk this is really complicated
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we'll be choosing in a couple days!
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ZOOMS bc BOY that is some nice art!!!!!!
his ref is in his sig if u wanna draw jeri and idc abt an expression honestly but he's probs be blushing or smiling a lil also a transparent background would be nice hhh
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omg THANK thats so cute!!!
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/tldr: jeri discovers a cave on the beach with a hole on the top and a tidepool at the bottom that lights up at midday when the sun passes over it. it's called the sunpool and it allows jericho to contact the star forest as he stumbles upon it and he got his nine lives
i'd actually like replies to this, if possible! just to discovering the sunpool tbh, since more of this is in jeri's head which you don't have to read lmao i just needed to write thisIt has hardly been long since SunClan's arrival in the peaceful beachside town, and Jericho has almost forgotten the storm and the starry feline who came to him in his dreams to warn him of it. ...Almost. He's not sure he'll forgive himself anytime soon for not heeding the caution, despite how SunClan had so narrowly avoided their demise with the sinking island. However, things have been so busy lately that it's been one of the last things on his mind. Today he is focusing on exploring SunClan's new land, for he's hardly been brave enough to venture from the seaside town since their arrival.
Today he finds himself padding along the beach, his tail-tip gently dragging along the rocky wall that borders the shore from the forest cliffside as he pads cautiously on. Perhaps exploration is not the best task for a blind three-legged feline after all, but he carries it out dutifully nonetheless. Slowly and with hesitance, but dutifully still. He rather likes this place, anyways. It reminds him of home and TidalClan and the old island village, the smell of seaspray and sweet flowers in the air. It's these thoughts he finds himself distracted by when suddenly the wall beside him disappears. Jericho stops, backs up, and feels for it once more, only to find it dips inward. A cave. There are many along this shore, but this is the first Jericho himself has found.
At first he isn't sure what to do. Go inside? He is far from the bravest cat in SunClan; in fact, he's rather cowardly. The thought of exploring some strange, unfamiliar place, no less a cave that could very well drop off into some deep rocky underground that would kill him on impact. But he finds himself sucking in a deep breath an taking a pace forward. The cave is not deep, he can tell from the way his paws echo off of the patches of smooth stone that poke through the sand. And there's something else about the way everything sounds in here; it's not only shallow, but there has to be come kind of hole somewhere, for the noises hardly sounds like a cave at all. His paws slide very suddenly into water, causing Jericho to leap backwards, startled.
There's some kind of pool below, at the center of the cave? How... odd? This entire place is strange and foreign, but Jericho feels his way around it slowly and carefully. Now he has stopped, water lapping at his paws. And then suddenly his fur is washed in light, warming his skin as the sun passes over what he can only assume to be some kind of hole in the ceiling. What timing, he thinks, to be standing here at midday, in this cave where the sun passes over to warm the water directly below. Marveling at his discovery, Jericho leans down to lap at the water below him, and suddenly it feels like everything it melting away around him.
Jericho has never felt pain before until now, but it feels like fire. How is one supposed to describe it? It feels like he's burning, like his entire body is being torn apart, like his lungs can't get any air and his chest is in flames. His veins have never been so full of fire and while it hurts, god, it hurts, it feels like he's teetering so dangerously on the edge between life and death in a way that makes him feel like he's living more than ever before. It feels like, if he could see himself, he'd be glowing. That if he were really burning, he'd be burning brighter than any star in the sky, diving towards the sea on the wings of Icarus after finally getting a taste of the sun, so searingly painful but so alive. That's what it feels like. But then suddenly, it stops. And then everything is still, and quiet, and oddly empty, before there's a whirl of air around him where it feels like everything is rushing back into its proper place around him until he can feel solid ground below.
"Jericho."
His eyes open slowly, and once more is flooded with color. It alarms him for a moment, causing his eyes to narrow and his frail frame to recoil at first. But then the open further, widening as if doing so could let him take in more of it. He almost wishes he could not see in these dreams, for it only makes it more difficult when he wakes. Before him stands a black and white she-cat, leaning down lightly to peer at him gently. Her pelt shimmers like starlight, and as his eyes open she seems to smile a bit. Jericho pushes himself upright, finding that he no longer feels pain. He feels.... light. He doesn't know how to describe it. "Hello, young one," she says now, taking a pace back and sitting as he straightens himself. Something about her movements are fluid and smooth. Her voice is soft and kind, warm and motherly. It's strange, but Jericho trusts her.
But then he remembers everything before, the cave, his pelt warm with sunlight and suddenly a great, burning pain. From beyond the female he can see a forest, but not like one he's ever seen before. Not SunClan's forest, anyways. He clears his throat. "I... w-where...?" Jericho begins, barely able to put the words into a solid sentence.
Still, she watches him patiently, waiting for him to trail off before speaking. "My name is Poppyseeds, and this is the Star Forest," she explains, and something seems to click. This place is familiar, isn't it? This clearing. Jericho turns to look over his shoulder and sees a large rock, the same one Magni spoke to him from all those days ago to warn him of the storm. "You are able to speak with us from the cave you discovered earlier. We led you there; it is called the Sunpool." The ginger tabby turns back to Poppyseeds now. He's in the Star Forest. That bit makes sense, but-
"W...Why...?"
He speaks almost without thinking and blurts out his question. The feline seems to have expected it, however. "You are here to receive the gift of nine lives," she says as she rises to her paws once more. Nine lives... Jericho has heard the stories, he recalls them from being a kit. Leaders who followed StarClan who would be given extra lives after their ascent to leadership. But of course, he'd never thought much of it? Or certainly not that after becoming leader he... no. The little tabby continues to stare at Poppyseeds as she carries on. "Your first life has been stripped from you, and will now give you nine new ones." She takes a pace forwards, looking at him carefully. "...Are you ready for your first one?"
He doesn't know what's happening here; it's not real, is it? This place, this person. Then again, that's what he said last time, and sure enough, Magni's warning had come true in the end. He exhales slowly, his head spinning. At this point, he doesn't know what else to do except just go along with it and see where it takes him and say, "I- Y...Yes."
She smiles reassuringly and nods slowly. Poppyseeds first lifts her head to the sky and says aloud, "With this life, I give you the virtue of a mother's love. Use it to watch over and care for your clanmates as fiercely as a mother would her own kits." For a moment afterwards Jericho pauses, not sure what to expect next, but then she leans forwards and touches her nose to his. It feels just as before, but different. This feels like a bolt of lightning has been sent through his body, and Jericho immediately crumples to the ground. He loses all sense of awareness as to everyone around him, the pain is... overwhelming. He struggles to inhale, eyes squeezing shut. For a long time he remains like that, shaking and curled up in a ball, before the sensation fades and is replaced with something different.
When his eyes open, it feels like his veins are being pumped full of the same fire from before, though not in the same way. It's the feeling of living, but without the painful side-effects. And not as... powerful. Jericho slowly staggers to his paws now, and when he glances up, a new cat is standing there. For a second he has to do a double take, but sure enough, it is now a brown-tabby she-cat. She's taller than him, actually, and stares down at him with a firm gaze, though behind it he can see a spark off life. She only nods to him in introduction before saying her part. "My name is Londoneye, and with this life-" she says, "-I give you the virtue of adventure. Use it to walk bravely into the unknown." Londoneye takes a pace forward to touch her nose to his own.
He braces himself for it, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation, but this time it's a slow burn. The kind that starts in his chest and spreads outwards in an oddly dull but hot kind of pain. And this, too, leaves him with the same afterglow-like feeling. Jericho does not keel over this time, but once more when he opens his eyes, the person before him changes. This time he is forced to look down to see them, for it is a kit with silver fur and staring back up at him with wide, child-like amber eyes.
Jericho is still too... too overwhelmed to say anything in greeting, and so he merely focuses on the kit, who appears oddly happy to be here, bouncing up and down on his paws. Jericho feels a pang of sadness for a moment upon realizing that this child must have died young somehow. "I'm Legend! I'm here to give you the... the virtue of courage!" the child announces, stretching their neck upwards towards Jericho. Of course, he isn't quite tall enough, forcing the little ginger tabby to lean down and touch noses. This pain is sharp once more, but heavy, almost crushing in nature. "Use it to defend SunClan!" The voice is child-like and fast-fading, and by the time he cannot hear it anymore the pain, too, is gone. And so is the kit.
The next does not appear to be a full warrior either. They seem... young, somehow, scruffy and meek and nervous. Still, he offers Jericho an awkward smile and clears his throat. "Hey- I mean, ah, my name is Bearpaw. And, with this life, I gift you the virtue of selflessness," he says. Bearpaw leans forwards to touch noses, and once more Jericho braces himself. But this... doesn't hurt. Not as much, anyways, to the point where it's comparatively nothing. This feels... somehow more calm than the other lives, and the pain itself is a dull ache. Jericho opens his eyes and Bearpaw is gone, but he can't help but begin to wonder how the pain relates to each Star Forest cat and their virtue.
Now is a tall, skinny tomcat, who stares down at him with a sharp green gaze and a head tilted towards the starry sky. "I am Ashencloud. With this life, I give you the virtue of faith," he introduces without preamble, immediately and stiffly leaning down to touch his nose to Jericho's. "Use to guide your clan in times to trouble, and to stay true to the Star Forest." Bearpaw's virtue had almost made him forget the pain that was to come, leaving Jericho unprepared and surprised when pain sears through him once more, knocking the breath from his lungs. It takes every once of his resolve to keep his paws planted on the ground and to not topple over once more and to focus on his breathing, amber eyes squeezing together once more in attempt to block out everything else and keep himself upright.
He stays like that for a moment until the pain dissipates, and he exhales before honey-hued eyes open once more. Now there is a cream tabby she-cat who stands before him. She reminds him of the first, actually- Poppyseeds. "My name is Frenchrenissance, and with this life I give you the virtue of compassion," she says, her voice calm and slow and steady. "Use it to be understanding of your clanmates and to be a kind, empathetic leader." He closes his eyes as she leans close and touches her nose to his, though this time he does not forget to brace himself. It comes in waves, but by now he finds himself growing used to it, and he manages to regain himself quicker.
Now there's a tom, one who looks oddly... familiar, almost? Except no matter how he racks his brain, he can't quite place it. Surely they have not met before when this feline was still alive? Jericho can hardly gather himself enough to ask, and so he just allows them to continue the ceremony. "I'm, ah, Saltednuts, and with this life I give you the virtue of loyalty. Use it to stick with your clan through thick and thin." Saltednuts clears his throat awkwardly and thrusts his head forwards to touch noses almost a little too vigorously, nearly bumping heads with Jericho. Still, it works anyways, because he doubts the heavy shudder of pain is from the awkward head-butt alone. Jericho inhales and lets it flow through him, trying not to scrape at the ground with his claws as he waits for it to pass. ...However, Saltednuts does not immediately leave. He lingers for a moment, gazing at Jericho as if trying to pluck up the courage to say something before he finally blurts out, "And, uh, h-hey, tell my brother Suga, and, uh, any of my other siblings who are still around- tell 'em hi for me, will ya? I... I miss 'em." He smiles awkwardly and meekly, before fading away and letting the starry figure of a stocky blue-and-white tom to take his place. Jericho recognizes him swiftly from their previous encounter.
"Hello, little leader."
The voice is a deep rumble, although somehow less stoic than last time they met in this very same clearing. Jericho swallows, still stumbling over his words and his body throbbing with energy and pain that has just begun to ebb away, but manages to stutter out, "I... um, M-Magni..."
He is cut off by the former leader, who lifts his chin when he speaks. "You have taken the ceremony well. Now I must give you your final life." Magni falls silent for a moment as he steps forwards, places his nose to Jericho's, and sets loose a pain more fiery and more exquisite than any of the previous. Jericho gasps audibly, but he is prepared, digging his claws into the ground below to steady his trembling frame. "With this one, I give you two virtues; wisdom and determination," the tom rumbles, finally taking a pace back once more. The pain remains for an extra moment, leaving Jericho breathless and shaking still. But when it does begin to fade, he feels... full, in some strange way. "Use the first to know what is best for your clan and the second to be brave enough to always do it, no matter how hard or tiring."
Now all of the cats are standing there, watching him, from motherly Poppyseeds to young Legend and stoic Ashencloud, with Magni at the center gazing down at him carefully. "I... I d-don't, um... thank you," Jericho finally sputters, not sure how to respond to all of this. He's overwhelmed with all this information, all these new sensations and being able to see and feel pain.
However, Magni seems to dismiss him with a tiny nod as he carries on. "You have already proved yourself a wonderful leader of SunClan, Jericho, no matter how much I underestimated you before. You may not have listened to my original warning, but such was expected, and you still heeded my words when the time came. You kept SunClan safe, and in return we have gifted you the ability to remain with your clan longer," the Star Forest cat says. Suddenly he inhales, broadening his shoulders and peering down at Jericho once more with emerald green eyes, and Jericho swears if he looks hard enough he can see then sparkling. "Now go and return to your clan."
The world begins to swirl around him once more and Jericho finds himself clinging to the dirt below his paws, as if it would make everything remain. However, as he hears the cats all yelling out his name in congratulations, everything begins to turn black and his eyesight grows smaller and smaller, until it is gone entirely once more.
His eyes open again, and he sees nothing once more. For a moment his heart aches for the immense color that he sees in his dreams, but he still exhales and rises to his paws again, feeling the familiar stone of the cave and the water from the pool at his paws. He feels... different, but maybe it's just all in his head. It is, probably, though somehow it feels like his basking in some kind of afterglow despite how the sun is no longer in the same position to shine down on him through the hole in the ceiling like before. It's not like that though, anyways. It feels like his veins are thrumming with something new now, and while he isn't sure that what just really happened actually did happen, somehow he feels like it did. He can't be sure, of course, but some part of him has changed. He knows it. Not in the physical, and maybe not even mentally, but on some other level there is no way that dream couldn't have been real. And so Jericho hobbles back out through the cave and onto the beach and wonders to himself what he's meant to do now.
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Well, it seems he's waited long enough to carry on, and the original announcements have all set in with his clanmates. Jericho nods a bit, if only to himself, and then clears his throat once more. "Ah, A-Ambassadors! Uh, well, we need ones for, um... S-StormClan and ThunderClan, first of all, but otherwise all ambassadors should visit their r-respective clans if they haven't in the past week. Remember, you should visit once a w-week! I'm also adding a- a new requirement. Each ambassador should s-set up one event between their clan and SunClan each m-month." This doesn't quite apply to everyone, so he tries to go over it swiftly. "Also, we're going to start holding b-biweekly ambassador meetings, so keep an eye out for th-that!"Onto... well, more politics. "We're... well, ah, w-we're dropping BoneClan to enemy status, considering how they... um, have b-become involved in the conflict with ScarClan." The conflict with ScarClan. Surely he should address it further, but what is there to say? "Uh, we're not... fighting them a-actively right now, but we'll be prepared if they make any moves on us. Warfare, ah, could you guys... p-prepare some defenses or get to work on training the clan? We need to be r-ready. Also, ah, considering the recent captures, I don't... d-don't want any kits or young, untrained apprentices out of camp without a w-warrior nearby."
He exhales lightly, glad to have that out of the way. Politics aren't his forte, much less dealing with enemies or what borders on a full-blown war. Then again, now he has some pretty different news to announce. "SunClan is also going to be... be d-declaring the Star Forest our official religion. Ah, as... many of you know, th-they led us away from the island and t-to this town. It won't be mandatory, d-don't worry," Jericho says, the last bit added hurriedly. He doesn't want others to disapprove, but he's aware this is a somewhat risky decision. "We're not going to s-shove it down... down people's throats, either, it's just... ah, I k-know a few people already believe in it, and they r-recently gave me my nine lives, so it makes sense."
He falls quiet for a moment, holding his breath as he awaits the reaction of his clanmates. After all, he isn't sure just how popular such a decision will be, but he still has more to announce. "Uh, to... kind of g-go along with this, we're going to be introducing a, ah, a c-couple new traditions. The Sun Ball was a big event that SunClan w-would host every once in a while, so we're going to start hosting it on every equinox and solstice t-to celebrate the sun, giving it's our namesake and... and has a lot to d-do with the Star Forest. Also, it's e-encouraged that members paint and d-decorate their pelts, often before ceremonies, events, and g-going into battle. Commune, I w-want to see if we can hold a couple new events like this soon. Oh, ah, one more! When a SunClanner dies, their body will be b-burned to carry their spirit towards the sun, and their ashes scattered in the s-sea. Funerals are going to be a bigger deal, but they'll be more like p-parties in celebration of the deceased's life. And... um, w-with that, I think meeting dismissed!"
OOC summary:
- Ambassadors, please visit your clans if you have not done so in the past week! A new requirement is also being added: each ambassador must create one event with their clan and SunClan per month. We're also going to be starting ambassador meetings soon, so keep an eye out!
- BoneClan is being dropped to an enemy of SunClan.
- The Star Forest is being declared SunClan's official religion!
- SunClan is implementing some new traditions. First off, there'll be a big ally-wide event called the Sun Ball on every equinox and solstice, with the first one coming up on the 22nd.
- Members are also now encouraged to paint their pelts before large events and ceremonies as well as before raids, often in dark colors as an intimidation tactic.
- When a SunClanner dies, their body will be burned to carry their soul towards the sun and their ashes scattered in the sea. However, funerals will be large, joyful events/parties, celebrating the memory of one's life rather than mourning them in death.
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alright folks, the results are in!in first place with a prize of 15 tokens is violet!
in second place with a prize of 10 tokens is noelani!
in third place with a prize of 5 tokens each is partyanimal and ulyssa!
congrats and thanks to everyone for participating!
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/since suga's rper is grounded for the week, i'm taking over the weekly tasks instead!
also, shps+ are welcome to help give out tasks with me!"Ah, S-SunClan, gather if you'd like a weekly- a weekly task, please!"
The call is from little Jericho, perched upon the fountain's edge once more. It's been a little while since he's done this; hopefully he isn't too rusty, considering that he's taking over for Suga this week given that the Silverblood is unable. Then again, he's gotten quite a bit better at public speaking, or so he likes to think. He hopes so, given that he's become leader, though he knows he's hardly one of the better ones when it comes to that sort of thing or... anything, really. But he's trying, so he'll try at this too.
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It's strange to hear someone else referring to themselves as Kate. The name still reminds him of the cheerful labrador deputy who had been one of the first to greet him upon his arrival to the clan, who he had considered a friend. He feels a pang of melancholy at the thought, but he quickly brushes it off. Now is far from the time; Jericho tries to focus on Kathleen's words once more. "Thank for- for t-telling us this. Ah, I-I don't really want to send members to stay there for- for a little while, i-if that's what you meant, given we're also, ah... a little short-staffed o-ourselves as it is," Jericho speaks up after both she and Par have spoken, his voice quiet and thoughtful, almost hesitant as if awaiting approval from someone else. "But, t-taking a patrol over for the day or s-so would be, um, would be a great idea! Did you... ah, did you w-want to set it up yourself?"
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Oops, he's a bit late, isn't he? Especially considering Alice has already gotten started on it outside of this thread. Still, the little tabby hurries forwards. Maybe just to give the final 'yep, this is fine', or maybe just to say he was present. Who knows? It's not as if Jericho's activity has been the best lately, and he feels kinda bad to leave her hanging like this. "Ah, s-so you've already started this, but I think it's a w-wonderful idea! I'll go ahead and get it- get it s-stickied," the leader pipes up with a tiny, meek smile and a hurried nod.
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Sticky please!
https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2431700.0
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