remember that we lived / weekly tasks 8.19

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]it was... difficult to be leader, to say the very least. but things were getting better. slowly, but surely, the young snow leopard was becoming used to it. it would take time, he knew that well, but to become better at things you had to do them. face your fears. pres hated sitting on the throne. hated the attention and judging eyes that came with it. it was probably the one thing he would never get used to, out of all the things he needed to get used to. another day, another fear conquered... sort of.

prestige sat quietly on the throne, tail tapping a bit anxiously on the edge of it. it was only weekly tasks, not even a proper meeting. all he'd be doing was handing out jobs and watching his members go about their business, only trading words for a fraction of a minute. the snow leopard breathed a quiet sigh. "rosebloods," he called tiredly. "gather for weekly tasks."

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]The woman was used to taking orders. If one who was higher than her with regards to rank told her to do something it was most likely that she would do it without hesitation. She grew up that way and it was ingrained in her since she was a kit. Even now as she hard the words her body was tensing up as if ready to stand at attention and receive the necessary orders. The domestic feline slowly forced herself to rise from where she had been laying, pale blue toned body shifting and rolling her shoulders she would make her way out of her room. A part of her wondered if Kunta would like to share a room with her and the idea along made her feel slightly embarrassed. Her room was still a large mess and she had yet to actively go through it and try to clean it up. Regardless she attempted to calm herself and think of what job she was about to be given. Doing something was better than worrying all day that was for sure. So entering the throne room she had a leveled head and she cleared her throat before speaking in turn. "I'm here to receive orders, sir." Like a welled oiled machine she settled down and waited for Prestige's words.

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — MEMBER — [abbr=he/him-lion-enhanced senses-hard to fight-mention when attacking]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr]

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Ah, something to do.  Sephiroth would approach what an expression of mild interest, looking at the snow leopard leader with a flick of his silver tufted tail.  ”I’ll do one.”  The lion would make his request simply and quickly, seeing not much reason to say more than needed for something like this.  It was just doing his duty to the group he had pledged himself into, and it was something he was pleased to do.

(short tired post)

#psychosocial.

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Although Lydia would be ever-so adamant about not liking "routine" or "being told what to do", she really liked weekly tasks. She was familiar with them from her previous dwelling and she felt as though they gave her some level of duty to her group, even if they were usually just generic tasks. To put it simply, idle hands were the devil's workshop. "I'd like a task!" the tabby called, not bothering to sit down as she waited to be addressed.

(sleepy, post-college post, i'm so sorry fkfhjwke)

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the snow leopard sat up straight as members filtered in, requesting tasks. prestige cleared his throat roughly and nodded to them. " [member=2032]BLUERIDGE[/member] , lead a hunt. catch as much as you can; alternatively, take a small party back to the pitt and raid their food pile back. [member=2030]sephiroth[/member] .. let's see. i want you to hold an event; you can decide what to do for it. [member=2054]lydia :･ﾟ✧[/member] , learn what you can about the poisonous and nonpoisonous plants in the territory and hold a class on them."

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Both of the tasks given to her were something she could do. It was involved and she understood the need to get food now that they had a common enemy to defend against. Whoever these Pitt creatures were they had not met a force like herself before and she was ready to prove this more than anything. Rather she took some silly orientation or not didn't matter much to what she held as her home. If the Rosebloods were having issues then she would stick by them till whoever was a threat to them would be put into the ground and that meant she was willing to take on both of these tasks. Right now. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she looked at Prestige, still so young but doing what he thought was best. Surely there would be mistakes but a leader was a leader and she had no problem with following what she considered her higher authority. So she just gave a simple nod of her head. "I will take on both of these tasks and complete them."

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Oh, how pleasant! Lydia knew a thing or two... Or three... About plants. She let out an internal sigh of relief, glad that it wasn't something she would consider to be boring or maybe even too difficult. The red tabby nodded her immediate understanding to the task at hand and responded "You got it- Consider it done." Now it was onto educating herself on poisons.