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☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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This was going to be Pierce's, what, second meeting in Sunhaven? Yeah, that sounded right. Two weeks, he had been here, but already he felt like he belonged. Maybe it was because he hadn’t tried forcing himself into the clan, like in Snowbound, or maybe it was because this place was far more similar to his first home, but something about it just felt comfortable, like he really could be happy to stay in his little home with Clementine and help keep the group running. That was how one was supposed to feel when they joined a new clan, though, he guessed.
Pierce had just been heading out to check for strangers at the border - or possibly in the territory - when he heard Jericho's call. Had he left any earlier, he would have been too far to hear the other's faint voice, but he had, luckily, just been within hearing-range of the other’s voice. Steps faltering, the serval turned in the direction of the fountain, a smile crossing freckled features at he realization that the voice was Jericho’s, and that it was calling for a meeting. Quickly, he approached, melting into the gathering group of his clanmates and finding a seat near the edge of them all just as the orange tabby began. He couldn’t help the slight wavering of his smile as he noted Jeri’s hesitance, feeling his tail twitch with mild discontentment. The Helion seemed nervous, or at least uncomfortable, and Pierce couldn’t help the slight upset that churned in his stomach at that realization. He was friends with Jeri - kind of -, and he didn’t like seeing him like that, but he pursed his lips and listened quietly.
The effeminate Sunhavener was rather pleased to hear all the names of his new clanmates, smile returning to brighten up charming features. Sunhaven was growing, and fast, and he couldn’t help but be happy about it. It was a lovely place, filled with great people- they even had a good leader, one who managed to balance compassion and friendliness with authority. It wasn’t a commanding authority, no, not one earned through tough words or violent actions, but earned through his own respect for his clanmates, something that grew into a mutual respect and sort of understanding. He went on to mention weekly tasks, which apparently had fallen through with Pele, so Pierce opened his mouth to speak, but Persephone managed to beat him to it. Besides, that spared him from having to decide whether or not to call the leader “Mister Jeri”. He still wasn’t sure if just “Jeri” was too lax of a name to call the other tom, but he knew that “Jericho” felt a little too stiff, considering he and Jericho were at least acquaintances.
Next was mention of guild meetings - neither of which currently happening applied to him -, and then member-owned shops, which sounded interesting! There was a small pause in Jericho’s announcements, and Pierce shifted his weight, large honey visionaries fixed on the three-legged feline before them all. He was quick to continue on to promotions, however, and Pierce felt his heartbeat quicken, a wide smile stretching across his maw as his name tumbled past Jeri’s lips. You’d think, after he’d already been through so many promotions in his home clan, the excitement would wear off, but having his hard work recognized was always gratifying, no matter what, and now he had more responsibilities to take care of, more expectations to live up to. Keeping busy was one of the only thigs that distracted him from- well, everything else.
He didn’t shout out thanks or congratulations yet, however, sitting quietly until Jeri completed his announcements. "Oh, thanks so much for the promotion!" he called, his tail waving enthusiastically behind him. "And good job to everybody else." He had no ill-will toward anyone that had been promoted, or anyone in the clan, for that matter, so he was happy to hear that they, too, were getting to move on up the ranks.
"speech"
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Pierce had just been heading out to check for strangers at the border - or possibly in the territory - when he heard Jericho's call. Had he left any earlier, he would have been too far to hear the other's faint voice, but he had, luckily, just been within hearing-range of the other’s voice. Steps faltering, the serval turned in the direction of the fountain, a smile crossing freckled features at he realization that the voice was Jericho’s, and that it was calling for a meeting. Quickly, he approached, melting into the gathering group of his clanmates and finding a seat near the edge of them all just as the orange tabby began. He couldn’t help the slight wavering of his smile as he noted Jeri’s hesitance, feeling his tail twitch with mild discontentment. The Helion seemed nervous, or at least uncomfortable, and Pierce couldn’t help the slight upset that churned in his stomach at that realization. He was friends with Jeri - kind of -, and he didn’t like seeing him like that, but he pursed his lips and listened quietly.
The effeminate Sunhavener was rather pleased to hear all the names of his new clanmates, smile returning to brighten up charming features. Sunhaven was growing, and fast, and he couldn’t help but be happy about it. It was a lovely place, filled with great people- they even had a good leader, one who managed to balance compassion and friendliness with authority. It wasn’t a commanding authority, no, not one earned through tough words or violent actions, but earned through his own respect for his clanmates, something that grew into a mutual respect and sort of understanding. He went on to mention weekly tasks, which apparently had fallen through with Pele, so Pierce opened his mouth to speak, but Persephone managed to beat him to it. Besides, that spared him from having to decide whether or not to call the leader “Mister Jeri”. He still wasn’t sure if just “Jeri” was too lax of a name to call the other tom, but he knew that “Jericho” felt a little too stiff, considering he and Jericho were at least acquaintances.
Next was mention of guild meetings - neither of which currently happening applied to him -, and then member-owned shops, which sounded interesting! There was a small pause in Jericho’s announcements, and Pierce shifted his weight, large honey visionaries fixed on the three-legged feline before them all. He was quick to continue on to promotions, however, and Pierce felt his heartbeat quicken, a wide smile stretching across his maw as his name tumbled past Jeri’s lips. You’d think, after he’d already been through so many promotions in his home clan, the excitement would wear off, but having his hard work recognized was always gratifying, no matter what, and now he had more responsibilities to take care of, more expectations to live up to. Keeping busy was one of the only thigs that distracted him from- well, everything else.
He didn’t shout out thanks or congratulations yet, however, sitting quietly until Jeri completed his announcements. "Oh, thanks so much for the promotion!" he called, his tail waving enthusiastically behind him. "And good job to everybody else." He had no ill-will toward anyone that had been promoted, or anyone in the clan, for that matter, so he was happy to hear that they, too, were getting to move on up the ranks.
"speech"
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