03-27-2018, 08:33 AM
The next one to pad in with a cautious step was Vladimir, ears pricked up and alert. He really didn't want to attend this meeting by himself, he can only hope that Amunet is nearby. He doesn't want to accidentally give her a heart attack by thinking he wandered off if she pads past their den, while he's actually attending the meeting. He sat himself down on the ground, near the edge of the crowd- where he believed Amunet will be able to notice him at better. Tanglewood, huh? It sounded like a fitting name for the group, even if he can' see the territory. Just by Amunet, and her panics of him wandering about, he had a feeling it fitted perfectly. His ears pricked up at the announcements, it sounded like Beck was talking about some other groups- one known as the Typhoon. And apparently, they aren't very friendly, that's just great. But what grabbed his attention after that was the list of names, including his own- he received a shout-out. What kind of rank could he possibly hold? He's blind, and has someone constantly looking out for him like he's some kitten. And then, he heard the medic tryouts, which caught his interest. Maybe he can do something after all.
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