I WAS PULLING OUT MY HAIR THE DAY I GOT THE DEAL - CHEMICALLY CALM
It had been raining recently, meaning they had not had a meeting since Mittenstar retired and he had stepped up as leader; it was something that bothered him because he'd been excited and ready to get going with all the fun plans he had but because of the poor weather no one wanted to be out getting their paws dirty and fur wet unless they absolutely had to. Once the ground was dry enough, cold and mucky but otherwise fine, he passed along the word by poking his head through the hole of his fence to let his neighbors know: clan meeting tomorrow. Now that tomorrow had arrived the short-legged little tabby wandered his way through the broken slat in the fence to make his way across the street, the twoleg nests all nestled in a circle like a fairy ring as he bounced along to the community garden at its heart where they would he would present himself before his clan for the first time. Fizzy Soda, now Fizzystar once out and about, clambered onto the smooth wooden bench to wait and as he spotted his friends ambling to the designated place he puffed out his chest with a smile and proud expression on his striped maw, "Welcome back, WarriorClan! We have a lot to talk about! Mittenstar is Mittens again, so as her deputy I have stepped up and am now Fizzystar. I guess first things first! Anyone have anything interesting to share?" The plans he had would depend on if anything new had happened during their brief pause. Any new cats in the neighborhood? Any dogs roaming they should worry about? Strays? Were those gross Riff Raff fellows back causing trouble? Fizzystar waited patiently, or as patiently as he could as he wriggled on his seat upon the bench, stumpy tail raised and swishing at his back.
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FIZZYSTAR
— Leader of WarriorClan
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Blue spotted tabby munchkin with copper eyes.
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