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ooc;; this isn't mandatory, but pack attendance is appreciated! going to keep this loose, will pair people up for spars and war will oversee Smile

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<P> The day seemed to be long and boring for the ashen nymph. She had done very little in fact, only skimming the borders once today and strolling the lands, in the hopes of finding something interesting to occupy her time. But alas, there was nothing. Or at least, she wasn't trying hard enough. A sigh would slip ebony lips, before her long triangular ears would pick up a familiar and welcoming call. Warbler. It had been some time since she had last spoken to him, but even know it would see, the call was for the entire pack, not for her alone. nevertheless, she would turn her lean bodice and glide to the call, long limbs pounding the earth beneath her. It didn't take long to track him down, after all they were on the same land. When she finally did spot him, it seemed she was the first to arrive. Though, she wouldn't affectionately greet him, simply nod in his direction. What news did he have to share? Was he living up to his role on the council? Paradise would sit, waiting for the other members to show up so that we could all begin.


  

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Funny how the power of thought sometimes brought things to light... He had been pondering the idea of calling a sparring meeting together for quite some time now, ever since he had mentioned it to Robin the day he had called the pack meeting. And now here his younger brother was calling them together for just such an occasion. Head would tip slightly as massive ears would flitter forward in an attempt to catch the howl. Sounded like he was nearby. Immediately he found himself comparing War's wolf howl to call them together as opposed to Andra's roar. The smallest of smirks would lift the corners of his lips before it would disappear. Slowly the beast would lift himself to his paws, wingspans unfurling before he would drop himself off the ledge he had been laying on. Wings would snap out to catch him, the warm up drafts of spring that lazed around this mountain allowing him to glide towards sibling with little to no effort. He would deposit himself a short ways away from Paradise, nodding to her before looking to Warbler. <b>"Glad you are doing this..."</b> Indian would say, he had been considering asking Cara to do it, Indian himself not the best of fighters. For some reason Warbler hadn't even crossed his mind as an option. How sad...
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<font style=" font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: none; text-transform: none; text-shadow: 0px 0px 9px #000000;">Combat training?!</font> She hoped dearly that she had misheard Warbler's call, but the intent was clearly there. He wanted to pack to brush up on their fighting skills. Citlali, however, had no fighting skills to brush up on. She had paced back and forth with indecision, wondering if she take a rain check or suck it up and go. Of course, anyone who knew Citlali would know that it was difficult for her to disobey authority. Obedience was too severely ingrained in her mind, and so, eventually, she came slinking in, her entire posture giving off an air of I-don't-want-to-be-here. Paradise and Indian were already there, and she wasn't sure if their presence reassured her or if it only made it worse. They would both end up seeing what a poor warrior she was. She considered excusing herself on the grounds that a healer's primary job was patching up wounds, not inflicting them, but she doubted that would go over well. Besides, she supposed she needed to learn to defend herself, and she was already here.

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The brightly coloured male was sunbathing himself. He would lay on his back his belly warmed by the sun. His dark eyes were closed as he just simply let himself to relax. The food he had consumed felt good in his belly life couldn’t get much better than now he would think to himself. With a heavy sigh he would roll onto his feet once more and start to stretch out his limbs. His ears would pick up his brother’s call. It was a call that beckoned all of them. Cardinal would yawn lazily as he would slowly start his way to his brother Warbler.
He noted there was a few others gathered around. Indian and Paradise, and a small winged wolf he couldn’t quite recall her name. He would flash his smile at his siblings and look at Citlali. She had the looks of not wanting to be here what so ever. He would give her a reassuring smile in hopes to make her feel a little better.

<font style="color: #262836; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Greetings, it’s a lovely day wouldn’t you think?”</b></font> <font style="color: #F6F6F7;"> He would speak his smile as mischievous as ever and a purr to his tone.
This gathering was more than just a simple get together to have a good chat, Cardinal would sit himself as close to Paradise as he possibly could curious to know what this meeting would be about, hopefully whatever it was about it would bring a good deal of excitement for his day.


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Another meeting? Robin mused, bringing himself up onto all fours as the lazy-lilting of a howl reached his ears. The day had been more or less of a boring one, up until this point, and he hadn't been able to think of ways to keep himself busy, aside from taking sporadic naps. Perhaps something interesting was going on, now. Wanting to find out, Robin started down the gently-sloping hill he'd been resting on and headed toward the fading echoes of the call, his tail bobbing lazily at his heels.

It was a short moment later when the young wolf arrived at the clearing. He looked around and offered half-smiles to his packmates, all the while trying to recall the names of the ones he knew best. That of the red-feathered wolf was lost to him, but he managed to bring to mind the others', which was an improvement in of itself. Warbler was here, too, but Cara, the angry sibling who'd challenged their queen, was missing. Again. Robin frowned when he noticed, wondering if she would ever bring herself to attend their meetings. She couldn't just stay upset forever, could she?

Sitting next to no one in particular, Robin settled himself on the ground and waited.


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He hadn't joined in the initial hunt, he had hunted before they had moved here and felt he should let others join the hunt and he would set this one out. Now another call to the pack filled his ears. He lifted his head looking in the direction of the call. He was glad they were holding it in the valley, high up places he would have a difficult time reaching. It had taken him a long time to even get used to this territorry, even now he still wasn't entirely sure about the territory. Getting up from his spot he took off in a trot towards the gathering. He wondered what the call was about and who in fact was calling. He was still getting used to the new faces of the other three Mader's and the voice who called he didn't recognize. He hadn't been that far from the gathering and as he approached he noticed how many others were already here. The three siblings he didn't know, Indian the alpha, Citlali, and the young wolf Robin were already gathered waiting to see what's going on. Arlo was looking for more interaction with the pack members and to form some relationships, hopefully this meeting would help that.

He sat down close to the young wolf Robin and looked towards the black and yellow Mader who seemed to be the one who called. His eyes looked around the group traying to recall the names of the other three Mader's.

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