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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]"YoutubeClan! Gather for a meeting!" Adam called from his seat in the huge meeting room. The spotted ocelot grinned and tilted his head to the side. Hopefully all his clanmates heard him, 'cause some really important stuff was about to be discussed. The president couldn't help but feel belated that some new and exciting things were taking place.
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CHAT TIME.
THE GREAT INDY HAS PROVIDED YOU WITH THE THREAD, PRAISE HER.
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I'll do a thread with both <3
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]hiIII everyone!! c:
hiiiiiii <3
If you pebbles could make them that would be amazing.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Blinking, the ocelot took a deep breath. "Thanks for coming everyone, I'm here to announce a few things." The usually goofy tom became serious. "The positions in the this clan including the CEO are open. These positions are very important to the well-being of the clan, so I'm going to fill them, soon. I'd suggest holding some contests, decorating your rooms, and overall just being active. The clan needs that. Also, I'd like to announce a party coming up where we'll invite some other clans to join us. It'll be a formal dance, and I need volunteers to go and invite our allies."
/ Allies include any proclan you'd like to visit.
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"Sure, just make sure you take a partner."
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"Sure." Adam chuckled, raising his non-extant eyebrows. He was glad to see that his clanmates were interested in helping.
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"Arin!" Came the crisp call of the president, his whiskers twitching in surprise. "Nice to see you." Adam greeted, smiling.
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Adam nodded, narrowing his eyes. The Art House was pretty small, well at least compared to the Gaming House. It wasn't a surprise that no one visited much. "Well, what are you working on?" The tom said coolly
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Adam chuckled lightly and took a seat. "Do you think it'll be done by the dance? I was gonna show off some of our work from the all the different houses." The spotted ocelot admired Arin's determination, and studied the tom with a lightly raised eyebrow.
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Will frowned, the serval stepping beside his mama with a grimace. What use would they be, honestly? They probably weren't big enough to ask help in war, and who knows when they are swiped off the earth? He gives it about a week.
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[color=transparent] #wcactivitywill
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If you need a reason to stay active, here is one. FRICKIN PROVE THIS PERSON WRONG
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The tom nodded understandingly before turning his head to the big glass window panes that lined the left wall. "If you need anything, Arin, just ask. I trust you to make decisions around here." It was kind of out-of-the-blue but necessary nonetheless.
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Great. As soon as we hit 2.5k posts I'm buying the heck out of that fanclan token. Which probably won't be a problem with the rate we are growing at.
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I'm going to make a party planning and a main camp thread in a moment. ~
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"Sure." Adam said shrugging, moving towards the screen. "How is that new tablet working?"
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The day had been pretty slow for the President. Nothing was really happening and he was simply bored. The spotted ocelot sighed and sunk lower into his chair, pondering things that could be done. In an instant, the tom shot back up and hopped into the red slide that led to the basement. In a quick dash, the crafty tom grabbed a can of red paint and struggled back up the silver stairs. It took him a bit, but he finally made it back to his room. He grabbed a couple sheets of paper from his desk and dipped his paw into the paint, scattering it on the paper to form the words "he's dead". Giggling to himself, the tom slid the paper in front of the door and sprinkled some paint near it. All he had to do now was climb the cabinets and wait for a clanmate to get the scaring of a lifetime.
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Adam brightened up when he heard the sound of his clanmates ushering in. The young tom couldn't help but feel kind of bad for tricking them, but the joke was too good. Quietly shifting to the cabinets over the doorway, the ocelot grinned. In a flash, Adam was behind the three felines. "BOO!"