[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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Pierce was next to approach at Monroe's call, a little smudge of sky blue paint upon his chin as he scanned the slowly growing crowd for a place to sit. Eventually settling on a place near the edge of the group, since he didn't really see anyone in particular he would like to listen with, the Goldenblood hurried over to take a seat, just as Monroe began speaking. He began with promotions and demotions, which was a little unusual- though he'd never held a meeting himself, in all his time in the clans, Pierce had noticed that most people were only really there for the promotions, so he'd personally save that for last, to keep everyone attentive, but to each their own, he supposed. Hearing Edward's name made the serval's stomach churn, and he took a steadying breath, biting down on his inner cheek. It sounded bad, but he'd kind of been hoping that the gibbon wouldn't stick around for long- it was growing increasingly stressful to work alongside him, but it was fine. He'd manage.
Interrupting his thoughts was the announcement about the guilds, which the guild heads and Monroe had briefly spoken about a couple days ago. Pierce was disappointed to see them go, he'd admit - they had so much potential -, but he figured they could bring them back someday if they ever wanted. Anyway, he still had a defined job- protect the clan, help keep them in practice and trained up for any possible conflict. As much as he disliked fighting, he knew he was good at it, and he'd do everything he could to help.
Finally, trading. Pierce wasn't the biggest fan of the whole trade thing, as he would gladly give for nothing, but it was certainly an interesting idea, and if it encouraged other clans to make friendly ties with them, it was at least doing something good. Either way, he would do his best to support the clan, even if he wasn't super into it. Maybe he could bring some of his artwork, or maybe a bouquet of some sort, to one of their allies. "Noted, Monroe- and good job this week, everyone," he called softly, tail giving a small wave behind him as he got to his paws with a small stretch.
"speech"
Interrupting his thoughts was the announcement about the guilds, which the guild heads and Monroe had briefly spoken about a couple days ago. Pierce was disappointed to see them go, he'd admit - they had so much potential -, but he figured they could bring them back someday if they ever wanted. Anyway, he still had a defined job- protect the clan, help keep them in practice and trained up for any possible conflict. As much as he disliked fighting, he knew he was good at it, and he'd do everything he could to help.
Finally, trading. Pierce wasn't the biggest fan of the whole trade thing, as he would gladly give for nothing, but it was certainly an interesting idea, and if it encouraged other clans to make friendly ties with them, it was at least doing something good. Either way, he would do his best to support the clan, even if he wasn't super into it. Maybe he could bring some of his artwork, or maybe a bouquet of some sort, to one of their allies. "Noted, Monroe- and good job this week, everyone," he called softly, tail giving a small wave behind him as he got to his paws with a small stretch.
"speech"
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