11-19-2018, 04:41 AM
"Fuckin' meetings." His grumble was low enough to be considered as the typical string of rambling nonsense often wheezed by the poltergeist when ensnared in one of his trances. As much as Beck wished he could escape to his fantasy land of hallucinating insects and impending demises if it meant he could avoid the meeting like last time, hazy premonition dragged him to the outskirts of the crowd. From what he could gather, all these clans held the same boring discussion each week. Blegh. Slouched aside the stumpy remnants of a tree, the little feline glared onwards with a cold film settled over amber eyes, nose twitching every so often to identify individual scents. To think he used to be up there where the samoyed lectured -- he didn't believe one bit of what unfamiliar peers told him. Mostly out of stubbornness. Blowing a puff of waterlogged air up at the cowlicks commonly dangling in front of his brow, he sunk deeper into his treeside slump with a shoulder tic and folded bandaged paws over his chest as he pretended to listen.
Mention of his name seized his attention back to the front of the crowd where Morgan perched, confusion momentarily knitting his scarred features as he tried to process what had been said. He was supposed to be a... chaser? The rank vaguely rang a bell in his brain, but he remained frozen for a good minute after the announcement, trying to discern what he had done to deserve being called out in public. "That's a good thi-ing, right?" Beck timidly rasped at no one before forcing a trembling grin and a muffled statement of gratitude. Nothing else in the meeting bothered him too much after, although the news of the reaper recently visiting the small community was interesting. However, the plea for replacement medics summoned an insane possibility to his thoughts once more. He tried once to no avail before returning to his clan, but the opportunity was suspended in the air like a bone on a stick with little competition. Biting on a lip stained by chemicals, Beck turned his gaze to the grassy mud, mulling over the decision. How hard could being a medic be anyways? Maybe after the meeting closed, he would approach Morgan privately as requested with his ridiculous idea. The scrawny poltergeist kept his mouth shut and stare unwavering for the remainder of the announcements.
[align=center]»――➤Mention of his name seized his attention back to the front of the crowd where Morgan perched, confusion momentarily knitting his scarred features as he tried to process what had been said. He was supposed to be a... chaser? The rank vaguely rang a bell in his brain, but he remained frozen for a good minute after the announcement, trying to discern what he had done to deserve being called out in public. "That's a good thi-ing, right?" Beck timidly rasped at no one before forcing a trembling grin and a muffled statement of gratitude. Nothing else in the meeting bothered him too much after, although the news of the reaper recently visiting the small community was interesting. However, the plea for replacement medics summoned an insane possibility to his thoughts once more. He tried once to no avail before returning to his clan, but the opportunity was suspended in the air like a bone on a stick with little competition. Biting on a lip stained by chemicals, Beck turned his gaze to the grassy mud, mulling over the decision. How hard could being a medic be anyways? Maybe after the meeting closed, he would approach Morgan privately as requested with his ridiculous idea. The scrawny poltergeist kept his mouth shut and stare unwavering for the remainder of the announcements.