07-15-2018, 04:52 PM
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Seeing Pincher head to the underwater observation area, the ocelot walked after him; she recognized the signs of a meeting now, and she certainly appreciated returning to this area for meetings. With how shoulder-to-shoulder everyone gathered last time, she nearly freaked. Settling down, far enough from Pincher to avoid the crowds but close enough to hear him, she kept an eye out to keep track of who showed. The moment she noticed Solveig, a sneer curled its way on her lip for a microsecond as her telepathic shields flared to life to avoid any potential intrusions. The pale wildcat disliked mental intrusions at the best of times, and the snowshoe's previous probings left her wary.
But she settled back into place as the meeting started, her attention drifted away from trying to find a solution to the problem of Solveig's telepathic contact. Forked tail flicking behind her, listened with some degree of attention, finding these things much more interesting than the last few meetings she attended. For now, unlike before, she felt more comfortable with the group and her place in it. Even more interesting, she found herself surprised at this meeting; hearing her name called for both a promotion and a title. She nearly forgot about the ranking and title system altogether, given her lack of familiarity with hierarchical groups, especially given her daily activities dealt very little with matters where she needed to keep the rankings in mind.
Standing up, feeling a little shaky with the number of people around and quite possibly looking at her now, she nodded back to her half-brother. Her quick gait took her to the base of his throne, where she scooped up the charm and cup with a deft paw. Wandering back to her seat, she sat back down and decided to simply try to thread the charm through her necklace, instead of getting involved in the little discussion going on after the meeting ended. After all, she never found much use in violence; she took advantage of the chaos and cleaned up the aftermath, but she felt little interest in knowing the future offensive assaults the group planned.
But she settled back into place as the meeting started, her attention drifted away from trying to find a solution to the problem of Solveig's telepathic contact. Forked tail flicking behind her, listened with some degree of attention, finding these things much more interesting than the last few meetings she attended. For now, unlike before, she felt more comfortable with the group and her place in it. Even more interesting, she found herself surprised at this meeting; hearing her name called for both a promotion and a title. She nearly forgot about the ranking and title system altogether, given her lack of familiarity with hierarchical groups, especially given her daily activities dealt very little with matters where she needed to keep the rankings in mind.
Standing up, feeling a little shaky with the number of people around and quite possibly looking at her now, she nodded back to her half-brother. Her quick gait took her to the base of his throne, where she scooped up the charm and cup with a deft paw. Wandering back to her seat, she sat back down and decided to simply try to thread the charm through her necklace, instead of getting involved in the little discussion going on after the meeting ended. After all, she never found much use in violence; she took advantage of the chaos and cleaned up the aftermath, but she felt little interest in knowing the future offensive assaults the group planned.