04-06-2018, 11:37 PM
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Pierce felt like he was finally settling into this place. His family had yet to arrive, but he refused to lose hope, certain that Riddler wouldn't just leave him like that, especially not when he'd left him in charge of caring for his daughter. He would never just keep her from Pierce, right? No, of course not. Besides, Pierce couldn't imagine never seeing either of them again. They were coming, it just took time, and patience on his half- for now, he'd try to calm down and settle into his new home so they'd have a nice place to stay when they got here. It'd been a while since the serval had attended a real meeting, not like the little intro one Leigh had held in Pierce's first week in Snowbound. This was gonna be one with news of politics and rankings and a ton of things that were a sort of comfort to the dappled tom, familiar. He'd attended dozens of these in the past, he knew, under many different leaders. It would take some getting used to, seeing Leigh up there, but it was no big deal. Instinctively, amber visionaries swept the crowd, as if looking for his friends or family to sit with. He spotted Mike almost immediately, and began taking half a step toward him before he remembered- they weren't friends here. Everything they'd been through, everything they'd done for each other, Mike had forgotten. Biting his lip, Pierce took a seat at the edge of the crowd instead, tail curling tightly around his paws as he listened to what the equine had to say. Don't be dicks to anyone? That wouldn't be too difficult for Pierce, though he wasn't sure how he felt about "mean clans". He was familiar with them, he was sure, and some people from them had to be nice, but the thought of a clan existing just to be bad kind of rubbed him the wrong way. It was whatever, though. A camping trip sounded fun, though he doubted he'd go unless his family had arrived by then- he was kind of terrified of getting lost and them showing up after. You know, normal stuff. Oh, and promotions, too? He had a feeling he'd held some sort of ranking in his old clan, though he had no idea what it was. Nodding along with the announcements, he muttered a soft, instinctual, [color=#F5CA72]"Noted."
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