THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH;; Weekly tasks - 4/15-4/21

YOU'LL KNOW I WASN'T JOKING WHEN YOU SEE THEM TOO

Now, Argus has been a little... preocupied these past few days (aka: Running from her father in law) trying to restabilish some key relations within snowbounds. A few people there she actually knew. While she had the faint idea of settleing within the borders there as a dual-joiner. She was already rooted here, and- snow So, it was easy for her to return. Easy for her to face her problems. She was a big girl it just took... a half assed attempt not to burst into tears when confronting him. At first (Because yeah, there were tears after what he said to her. She had harobring the guilt of her first love's death for years. Being told that she wasn't the killer, that he didn't believe her to be- it was like breathing again after a very long time)

But- the point was, she got around the doing the weekly tasks. The striker stepping up towards the center of camp with all false bravo that she held when she first came here. Attempting to fit the same mask into place while she tried to reassess her own emotions and act then. For now, she needed to be cheerful. She wasn't going o be facing the clan with a downed expression. "[color=#cc3232[Weekly tasks![/color]"

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✯ — female. typhoon. ref. bio.

Tasks? That was... A job. Weekly jobs. The beta hummed in thought quietly, teeth nibbling at her lip. She had a habit of... Wondering, perhaps it would be better to put her paws to do something with purpose. Her father would not mind if she was up to something because someone had asked her to be, though she doubted there would be any reason to mind. No doubt she would be confined to the nearby area for whatever task she was set to, but... That did not mean it would not be good or fun. Hopefully.

Hesitantly, the rusty spotted kitten rose up to her paws, following the sound of Ms. Gus' voice. "Give me one?"

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