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#timelessclan
Hickorysong had lost everything! All of his pocket watches, his shiny jewelry, even his pizza! A flood had swept through his home under a dumpster in a two-leg place, wiping out his stash of "treasures". Hick was furious. "That's it! The last straw!" he huffed as he stormed away from the twoleg place. He marched on for several days, resting during the evenings and mornings, and walking during the afternoon and nights. Finally, he stumbled upon the abandoned factory.
The place seemed empty and desolate, so Hickory decided it would make a good home. He walked along the edge of the abandoned building until he found a good place to dig a burrow. He dug for a little while, until he smelled the scent of cats. His fur stood on end, and his back arched in fear.
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Hickorysong metaphorically raised a suspicious brow. "Timeless Clan? I don't think I quite know what that is," he replied. He offered Ratchetsar a sheepish grin, although it was meant to look innocent. "I'm Hickorysong, and you?" he answered. The feeling standing opposite of him was rather friendly. Hick wasn't sure whether it was general pleasentness, or if Ratchetstar was trying to get Hickory to lower his guard.
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"Hmmf," the rat snorted in mock disinterest. "So you're the leader, huh? Well, you'll need a council of wise and dedicated folks to help ya run things." Hickorysong said. His goal was to persuade Ratchetstar to make him a member of this "council", a brigadier, although he wasn't very subtle about it. "Ya know, I just so happen to be wise and skilled." he added, wiggling his eyebrows.
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I like the idea of weekly tasks, mainly for the reasons above. Even if it takes a while for people to post them, it will still help.
I could set one of them up, if you'd like. I have some ideas for weekly tasks that could help get our name out.
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The giant rat had been out in Timelessclan territory, searching for little trinkets that might have been swept away in the recent flood. Scampering across the land, his ears perked at the sound of people talking. He recognized Ratchetstar's voice, but he also heard two others. He approached them casually, trying to pass off his cautious speed as disinterest.
"Yeah, what he said," the rat greeted, gesturing to his leader. This was a rather odd bunch: a main coon, a large fluffy cat; a savannah, a wildcat mix; and an eyeless feline. "Yikes! Er, I mean, hello. I don't suppose ya got any pizza or pocket watches, hm?"
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A wide grin appeared on the rat's mouth, but was quickly swept away by Tokyo's back-handed comments. They were in desperate need of members, otherwise Hickorysong would spit a sarcastic remark at the Maine Coon. Instead, he simply ignored him, and stepped closer to the blind man. "Ahh, Hickorysong has many wares, for a fair trade!" he spoke. He had a naturally sly tone to his voice, but he tried to suppress it since the "no-soul" would be immune to his smiles. "My name is Hickorysong, and me and my friend here, Ratchetstar, welcome you with open arms. If you would like to join, please, come with us. We have many warm beds that are open," he mused. He would have to postpone his bargains in order to get his new clanmates situated, but that was fine by him.
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With a mischievous grin, Hickorysong scampered down the stairs into the large, open area in the abandoned factory dedicated to meetings and events. "Gather around," the giant rat called out. His voice was raspy, yet loud and confident. "It is time for our weekly tasks!" Hickorysong explained.
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// lol yeah
The rat's tail flicked with delight. "A brigadier? That sounds wonderful!" he exclaimed with a sly, toothy grin. His eyes fell to Ratchetstar's metallic leg, but Hickorysong dragged his attention back to the feline's face. Oh, how the thief wanted that metal leg! Of course, it wouldn't easy to hide or sell, so stealing was out of the question. Of course, everyone dies eventually, and if Hickorysong somehow would manage to outlive the leader, he would certainly loot the body. Of course, that was very unlikely, since rats like him live only for a few years.
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The rat gave a curt nod to his leader. "Aye, I've got one for you, then." he replied. "I would like you to go to the Exiles, an awful group of murderers - I can give you a map, if you'd like - and play a practical prank on them. Ya know, throw confetti or something." Hickorysong mused. "Just don't get caught - they'll kill you, if you're lucky." he warned. The Exiles were enemies with everyone, so it wouldn't matter if they took it personally. Plus, Hickory had a secret vendetta against the place. An NPC from the City that used to pick on him had moved there.
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Is this the current clan guide, or is the one I posted in earlier the main guide?
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Hickory smiled at the excited feline. "That's wonderful, champ," her replied. He glanced around the abandoned factory before returning his attention to Ratchetstar. "Hm, this place could use some decoration," he mused. Perhaps he would go back to the two-leg place to steal - er, borrow - some things.
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Hickorysong smiled as his leader ran off to do his task. He had to admit - leading others felt so good. He could understand why there were so many corrupt tyrants. Of course, Hickorysong would never become a tyrant, at least that's what he told himself.
"Excellent. Anyone else want a task?" he called out.
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The rat strutted into the factory, carrying a dead bird in his jaws. Hickorysong placed it in the fresh kill pile; or rather, what would become the fresh kill pile. Currently it was empty, save for the robin that he had just caught. It had taken him all day, but Hickorysong was proud of himself nonetheless.
His ears perked as he caught wind of some renovations going on. "Hm, and we could use some nesting materials, too. Soft fur and leaves and the like," he mused as he joined the growing crowd.
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Hiya everyone! *smiles and waves excessively*
Just out of curiosity, how far away are we for our posting quota?
