05-07-2018, 06:55 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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It felt like it'd been a long time since the last meeting, though Pierce was pretty sure this was on time- probably just because he spent every day waiting for his family, wondering when - or if - they'd arrive. At least he knew they weren't dead now, right? But if they were still alive, why hadn't they arrived yet? He knew he'd left the note right on his dining room table- surely Riddler would have found and read it, and if not, Clementine must have stumbled upon it and given it to the older tom. Pierce tried not to think of what might be preventing them from returning to him, shaking his head slightly as he instead focused on what Jacob was saying, stepping into the crowd and finding a seat near the very edge of it. He didn't want to trouble anyone with his presence, seeing as no one who really knew him was here. That was fine. Everything was fine.
The two new positions were interesting additions, though he was definitely more interested in those than Lionheart and Snowstriker. Pierce could fight, of course - considering his peacefulness, he was surprisingly good at it -, but that didn't make him a fighter. For, while he knew he had immobilized and blinded and otherwise harmed countless people in battle in the past, that just wasn't who he was. He didn't want to hurt people. He would if he had to, his actions in the past proved that, but he tried to avoid violence and conflict in general to the best of his abilities, so the Flurryhost and Arcticplayer positions were certainly something he was looking forward to, if he did end up being promoted. It was almost exactly like what he'd done back in his old home- or, what he was pretty sure he'd done. Honestly, he still wasn't sure about much anymore.
Demotions, warnings, and the like, were new in this clan, but Pierce was already familiar with them. They were never pleasant to hear, especially since his friend - or, former friend - Mike's name was included, but if the boy did return, he was sure he'd be able to regain his position if he so wished. Finally, an official alliance with the Typhoon, which was nice, since Snowbound could certainly use a few friends as they aged and grew as a clan, and a few announcements about events that he would hopefully be attending. Allowing a small smile to spread across his lips, Pierce called, once Jacob was finished, "Ah, noted! Good job this week, everyone- especially you, Aizawa!" He couldn't see the other wildcat in the crowd, but he just hoped he'd be able to hear him. If not, it wasn't the end of the world. Most people didn't pay much attention, anyway. That was okay.
"speech"
The two new positions were interesting additions, though he was definitely more interested in those than Lionheart and Snowstriker. Pierce could fight, of course - considering his peacefulness, he was surprisingly good at it -, but that didn't make him a fighter. For, while he knew he had immobilized and blinded and otherwise harmed countless people in battle in the past, that just wasn't who he was. He didn't want to hurt people. He would if he had to, his actions in the past proved that, but he tried to avoid violence and conflict in general to the best of his abilities, so the Flurryhost and Arcticplayer positions were certainly something he was looking forward to, if he did end up being promoted. It was almost exactly like what he'd done back in his old home- or, what he was pretty sure he'd done. Honestly, he still wasn't sure about much anymore.
Demotions, warnings, and the like, were new in this clan, but Pierce was already familiar with them. They were never pleasant to hear, especially since his friend - or, former friend - Mike's name was included, but if the boy did return, he was sure he'd be able to regain his position if he so wished. Finally, an official alliance with the Typhoon, which was nice, since Snowbound could certainly use a few friends as they aged and grew as a clan, and a few announcements about events that he would hopefully be attending. Allowing a small smile to spread across his lips, Pierce called, once Jacob was finished, "Ah, noted! Good job this week, everyone- especially you, Aizawa!" He couldn't see the other wildcat in the crowd, but he just hoped he'd be able to hear him. If not, it wasn't the end of the world. Most people didn't pay much attention, anyway. That was okay.
"speech"
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