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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Anarchy barked out a quiet congratulations to those promoted, looking to find where they stood among the admittedly thin crowd. That in itself was concerning, but could be abandoned in favor of the current festivities. Promotions should always be exciting, even without taking in the current state of the group.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]"Are you ill, Sutton?" Anarchy asked after looking over the tigress with a critical eye. The doberman Academic was used to treating a rotating parade of injured or sick tribe members, and picking out those who were feeling less than well was an ingrained habit by now. While her intention was not to press the issue or make anyone uncomfortable, she did want to make sure that no one was under the weather on her watch.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Anarchy may have been an Academic, but she would not shirk her duty of defending her clan. Ears perked and head held high, the female doberman joined the ranks of Stormtribe members heading to TidalClan.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]War. Oh god, how the doberman hated war. The pointless battles, just pissing matches poorly disguised as political battles. And for what? To see her tribe, as few in number as they were, be torn to shreds by a more populous enemy? How any could see war as glory and worth was beyond Anarchy, because it was pointless to her. So much blood shed, without even territory gain or protection for her tribe instilled. Just fighting for the sake of fighting, as if these constant 'raids' were necessary.

But despite her fanciful title of Academic, she was loyal- and now, loyalty entitled being a soldier. Ignoring the ache in her bones, the echo of internal turmoil and disgust at the situation, she leaped forth with a snapping growl, aiming to bowl over Icepaw.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]This was... surprising, to say the least. Anarchy had not been anticipating a Star Council intervention for their leadership at any time- maybe because she was even surprised people knew who they were. It had stunned her into temporary muteness, but she overcame it to send her congratulations along to Sutton. "I wish you the best of luck, Sutton. You will be a great leader," murmured the doberman Academic, still stunned.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Anarchy returned to camp, pelt bristled to lessen the chill of the persistent early morning wind. The Academic had decided to go on a walk, as she had wanted some time alone. A small, sullen part of her reasoned she could have found it somewhere in the camp, as it wasn't like their tribe was bustling with activity. Almost immediately after she regretted the thought, because it wasn't like everyone in the clan wasn't trying their hardest. It wasn't fair to them to be thinking such pessimistic thoughts.

Catching sight of the shiver that passed through Lily, she slowed to stop in front of the Tribe member. "Are you okay?" the large doberman asked kindly, trying to be both compassionate and to fulfill what may end up being part of her job- healing.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=8]Anarchy had been trotting out along the Tribe's territory, mainly in search of more herbs to refill her stock. The tired Academic's search had been unfruitful, and the canine was returning with only a few sparse sprigs of chervil and marigold. Not the result she had wanted by any chance, but there was nothing to do except hope for a better search tomorrow. Anarchy's pace slowed as she returned, attention caught by the sight of Sutton and a stranger. Approaching warily, the doberman nodded a greeting to the lion, eyes attentive as she waited to hear his response.