Tell me everything will be okay ||CLAN MEETING||

[Aftermath Claymour]

So it looked like things were a go and Windclan was due for a lot of changes. Territory wise and also rank wise. There was no need for all of these nonsense ranks that just cluttered everything up. The greyed out jaguar settled back on his haunches as he surveyed the area with nary a grin on his marred muzzle. Things needed to change and for the better or else they would not survive. "WINDCLAN GATHER BEFORE ME!" Aftermath gave a large roar before he waited for his clan to gather.

[Hobbit]

Whitepaw didn't care for the growling tones of her leader, but she came when she was called nonetheless. The Van-patterned female settled her dainty body on her haunches and wrapped her ginger tail around her paws. Her amber eyes watched the gray jaguar with interest and wondered what Aftermath was addressing them about during this meeting.