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Post by Bluebells on Oct 22, 2014 15:44:58 GMT -5
A starry figure had set up a gathering for the leaders of any official Clans.
There were piles of soft moss gathered from sparsely-wooded areas, and it was gentle and spongy to the touch. These piles of moss served as seats for the prestigious leaders, and beside each pile of soft moss was a pile of old scraps of fabric.
While these were slightly less soft, they were a bit warmer, so it was really up to the leaders where they sat. However, one pile was for the leader to sit on, and the other pile was for their second-in-command to settle down.
And once everyone arrived, they could begin to chat about the goings-on that was occurring in their clans. |
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Post by sky;; on Oct 22, 2014 15:57:40 GMT -5
Mischiefstar was the first one to arrive. The director padded into the gathering, seeing that the gathering area was dead silent and no one was in sight. Hoping that the other clan leaders didn't forget about the meeting, Mischiefstar went to one of the piles of moss. The director sat down, waiting for the other clans to arrive. As of now Mischiefstar had no assistant director to be at the meeting with him. Hopefully, there would be a second director and two assistant directors soon. |
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Post by chromy on Oct 22, 2014 16:24:31 GMT -5
Perspectivestar padded into the gathering alone, as he had no professor at the moment. The pumpkin-colored deans' eyes glowed yellow with apprehension as he awaited the Monochrome leader. The male would never admit it, but he was slightly afraid of the monstrous anti-clan Skull. "Mischiefstar," He nodded to his fellow leader and then to the starry figure. "Any clues as to when Tranquilstar will be arriving?"
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Post by sky;; on Oct 22, 2014 16:58:23 GMT -5
The black tom with green eyes looked over at the Abrorclan leader, giving a nod in greeting. "Hello Perspectivestar." The tom began with his british accent, his tail wrapping around his paws. "And I'm sorry, I do not know when Tranquilstar will be arriving at." He answered his fellow leader's question, with a sigh. Now, they just had to wait for Tranquilstar and Abduel to arrive. |
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Post by rittersport on Oct 22, 2014 17:25:49 GMT -5
Abduel padded over and took a seat on one of the pieces of moss, his head held high, his eyes not making eye contact. He was above the other leaders in his opinion.
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Post by chromy on Oct 22, 2014 18:37:54 GMT -5
Perspectivestar nodded, turning to Abduel. Great. Lord-of-the-nothings had arrived. Frodo? More like dodo. The ArborClan dean thought confidently in a vain attempt to not be afraid of the anti-clan leader.
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Post by lethal on Oct 24, 2014 20:36:40 GMT -5
Tranquilstar made her way through the undergrowth, anxiety coursing through her veins as her petite alabaster figure emerged into the clearing. She bowed her head in shame and made her way over to the other leaders before taking a sheepish seat on the pile nervously. Being the paranoid being she was, she took a look around before dipping her head to those who surrounded her. The chief gave a small sneeze before looking up at the tall figures and greeting them in a soft and whisper-like voice, "I'm very s-sorry for my late attendance, we h-had some issues back at c-camp."
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Post by chromy on Oct 24, 2014 21:07:21 GMT -5
Perspectivestar snorted, but dipped his head to the feeble-sounding leader. "ArborClan is doing well," He spoke, disguising the despair in his voice. ArborClan NEEDED MEMBERS AND FAST. -Cough cough herm cough-
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Adira.
Prey Hunter
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Registered: Oct 24, 2014 18:56:10 GMT -5
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Post by Adira. on Oct 24, 2014 23:20:59 GMT -5
Adira sashayed over, the candy-corn patterened leader's grey gaze scanning the current leaders and deputies with disgust. "Hello." She said, sitting on her pillow and wrapping a slender tail around two petite paws. |
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