[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ Swanfeather having spent most of the morning decoding the jumbled mess of a dream she had the night before made her way with elegance to the river stone, her heart hammered in her chest but she soothed herself by thinking of Frostfang, her dearly parted mate. She found the camp cold and dark, the leaf-bare's early hold on the clan were torture to the cream and black pointed she-cat. It wasn't going to be an easy year but it had to be done, she and her new apprentice Flickerpaw would serve their clan to the very end, but Sawnfeather had one more task the last of her leadership role. Taking in a deep breathe, the kind she used to center herself and get back in touch with reality, taking her away from the dream world she all to recently returned from she jumped easily onto the stone and yowled, bringing attention to herself. "All cat's old enough to catch their own prey, gather here before river stone for a Clan meeting!" She called out, sweeping her tail around her to sit before the clan, her bright blue eyes scanning the gathering cats, trying to pinpoint the warrior she saw in her dreams, the warrior made of sand and painted with faint stripes. Her heart still hammered in her chest but as she waited it slowly drifted to a calmer beat, a more natural. Finally after Deadstar's death and Amberblaze untimely departure her prayers would be answered. A new leader would rise from the storm and take RainClan back to the top, if only the cat would emerge from the warrior's den or a patrol. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

[Phoenix]

Bravekit

Technically, he was not yet old enough to catch his own prey, but at 4 moons, he thought that he was old enough. Besides, it was Swanfeather making the announcement; he couldn't just stay back in the den while his surrogate mother said something to the whole clan. Because if she was announcing it to everyone, then it was obviously important, and something like that hooked his curiousity in a way nothing else could. He had intended to boldly walk from the den, his head held high and proud, but that desire had quickly left him when he saw apprentices and warriors of every size begin to congregate at the base of River Stone. The clan that had appeared smaller when it was spread out suddenly grew in size and his courage left him, slipping through his claws like smoke. He would just have to be satisfied with sitting just outside Swanfeather's den, the area having become one of his favorite haunts.


Brighteyes

When the call split through the air, blue eyes immediately began searching for a certain light gray tom whose stripes resembled ripples spreading through a puddle. A purr left her, soft and gentle, as she spotted him, and the warrior daintily lifted herself to her paws and joined him in the growing crowd. "Hi Tideripple," Brighteyes greeted the tom, her tail flicking lightly. Licking his shoulder, she settled down beside her mate, that foolish little grin on her lips. Idly, she found herself wondering why Swanfeather had called them together; what did she have to announce? I really should care more. But it was hard. Her newfound love with Tideripple left the warrior on a constant high that carried over from day to day and had her smiling at the most insignificant things. Even the harships RainClan was going through seemed less grave in her mind, though she understood very well the full gravity of the situation. Come on, Brighteyes. Get yourself together.

[Fawn]

Russetpaw & Roselight:

That age old call pulled the two cousins away from where they'd been sharing a meager, underfed trout. Though Roselight was nowadays nothing but a pool of worry roiling beneath her salmon-hued fur, Russetpaw carried no such burdens, and instead bounded over to the river stone with gleaming eyes. Searching for his friends amongst the crowd, he called goodbye to his cousin and went to take his place beside them.

Finally a Clan meeting! After what felt like moons without any real leadership and guidance, RainClan seemed to finally be getting back on his feet. It had taken a bit of explaining for Russetpaw to finally understand that Swanfeather would never become Swanstar; if the Medicine Cat wasn't going to be leader, when who WOULD be RainClan's new leader?

Apparently, hopefully they were about to find out!

The salmon-pointed she-cat swept her long plume of a tail around her paws, seating herself beside her best friend Henfeather, Roselight's eyes, by happenstance, looked in the direction of tiny Bravekit hovering by Swanfeather's den entrance. He looked a little frightened, or at least intimidated by the big crowd, leaving Henfeather behind with a quick 'excuse me' and letting Brookrun take her spot, Roselight padded over to mew gently in the little tom's direction.
"Would you like to sit by me, Bravekit? There's a better view from over here."

Looking after someone always helped her take her mind off of Blazehawk, whose absence in her life recently was eating away at her like some infectious disease.

Vultureback & Violetclaw:

There was no way she could prevent these feelings. Hoping that Swanfeather would announce the new leader, Violetclaw had, for a split second, entertained the notion that SHE would become RainClan's next leader. The ever powerful Violetstar! Oh how the forest would tremble in her wake, and how strong RainClan would become with her leadership! She'd already saved a kit from drowning in the frozen river - karma had to come back at some point, right?

Startled out of her thoughts by a large mottled tom moving past, Violetclaw snapped back to attention, meeting his pale green gaze. "Vultureback," she mewed politely. "Violetclaw." He replied with an ever-polite mew of his own. Together the two stoic warriors sat side by side, the other cats giving them a small berth for a number of things - Vultureback's intimidating presence, for one, and Violetclaw's dagger-sharp tongue, for the other.

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Goldenheart & Flickerpaw

The weary queen appeared in the warrior's den, her eyes unusually widened and her ears perked in curiosity. It was odd to see that a Medicine Cat gathered the Clan together, but these were strange times. Goldenheart did not hesitate to seat herself behind Brighteyes, though she paid no attention to her daughter.
The she-cat's eyes and ears were given to Swanfeather, praying for some good news to come to the Clan.

Approaching from the medicine cat's den, Flickerpaw stumbled as quickly as he could over to the crowd of gathering cats. His mentor looked as serious as ever, but the tom knew that this meeting would be exceedingly important.
Of course, he had somewhat guessed what Swanfeather would be announcing. Finally, settling himself off to the side a few mouse-lengths away from Swanfeather, a misty look to over the apprentice's eyes. Even in the midst of the Clan meeting he was able to daydream, envisioning all of the possibilities of what the medicine cat was going to share with her Clan.

[Phoenix]

Bravekit

At the sound of his name, the young tom started, not expecting another clan mate to address him. Though he had ventured beyond Swanfeather's den, he had gained the reputation of something like a recluse. Clan life had grown on him; he had become accustomed to the constant noise and lack of privacy, but he was not comfortable enough to reach out to others. They all seemed to know one another - if not by name, then by reputation - and he felt more than a little left out. As a loner with only his mother for company, he had never had to work on memorizing which cat was called what, and the onslaught of names and faces that came with his transition to clan life was far from helpful.

So it came as no surprise to him when he found that he could not identify the pleasant looking she-cat that had called out his name. Even though she obviously knew his, just like every other cat in the clan. Quietly, Bravekit nodded, feeling not at all brave as he climbed to his paws and made his way over to the she-cat. At least she looked familiar, even if he did not know her name. Standing next to the thick-furred warrior, he felt smaller than ever, and it hit him just how large these clan cats were. Mama had been like him, more on the wiry and lean side than thick-furred and powerful. "Thanks," He meowed, forcing boldness into his soft voice. Tail flicking as he sat down, the kit glanced shyly up at the she-cat before flicking his gaze back to Swanfeather.

Sandstripe

The only reason he knew of the clan meeting was because he saw the effects of the call, rather than heard them. He had just crossed the frozen stream that lead into camp from a less than successful hunting patrol and had nothing to show for all his efforts. Land prey had always posed more of a challenge for the sand colored tom than fishing, and though he enjoyed refining his skills, there was a time and place for that; with the rivers nearly frozen over - its unfrozen places dangerous due to the current and thin ice - fishing seemed like a tactic of the past, and RainClan was paying for it. Yellow eyes flicked over the prey pile, and the tom decided that he could brave the cold once more after the meeting.

Padding over to the growing group of cats around the base of River Stone, Sandstripe noted the little clusters that formed within the larger body. Off to the side, he could see Brighteyes, Tideripple and Goldenheart. And there was Russetpaw with the other apprentices. His gaze landed on the familiar spotted pelt of Violetclaw and the mottled fur of Vultureback, and he directed himself toward the two of them, noticing with some amusement the distance that other cats seemed to be giving the pair. Dipping his head as he approached, he greeted them, "Hello Vultureback, Violetclaw." Directing his next words toward the sharp-tongued she-cat, Sandstripe commented idly, "You seem to have recovered well, Violetclaw." Intuition told him that she would not appreciate it if he asked if her ice bath had had any negative effects on her, and he thought that this was a good compromise.

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]The black furred tom was already nearby the area in which Swanfeather approached to announce a gathering of Rainclan. His ears pricked upward, the usual dullness held within his stone-like gaze of gray-green pigment momentarily flashing a trait of utmost interest as the large warrior advanced upon all fours' to near. While maneuvering closer, the corner of his eyes caught sight of a familiar reddish brown coat. Immediately snapping upon the feline body, Razorfang soon recognized his energy-filled apprentice bounding excitedly toward where Swanfeather stood in wait for Rainclan to settle. Once his apprentice had came upon his position of comfort, Razorfang took it upon himself to approach stealthily. Razorfang hadn't spend much time with the apprentice recently after the injury he had obtained during their training session. And, he wasn't necessarily attempting to catch the young tom off guard, but merely out of minor surprise. The large warrior allowed his hackles to fold beneath his weight directly behind where Russetpaw stood. His cold eyes remained firmly upon the medicine cat, the occasional flicker being spared in Russetpaw's direction in hopes of the apprentice being wary enough to realize Razorfang had positioned himself directly behind the reddish brown tom without having to announce his presence in the form of speech. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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Blizzardclaw strolled in after Sandstripe; he was part of the other warriors hunting patrol. He was just a bit frustrated, how in Starclan could there be no food? It was a dumb question seeing as this leafbare had started off nastier then those of the past. He wouldn’t let it get to him though; he had bigger things to worry about such as the clan having no real leader.
However as he pushed through the camps entrance he realized the cats were gathering around their medicine cat, maybe the latter problem would finally be closer to a solution. He picked up his pace and quickly made his way towards the throng of cats that were surrounding the river stone and Swanfeather.
Blizzardclaw wasn’t in much of a mood to make small talk with his clanmates; he just couldn’t at this point. All he could do was look up at his medicine cat with a hard calculating gaze hoping, no… wishing that their problems would finally start to be solved before the season chewed them up and spit them out.

[Hellion]

Tideripple

The presence of his mate brough forward a warm heart felt purr. He returned her pleasant lick with one of his own, between her ears and nuzzled her forehead, settling with his head protectively on her's almost touching but allowing her some movement. He being nearly a head or more taller than the pretty she-cat brought out a more protective side of himself, something he both barely understood but happily enjoyed.

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Swanfeather

Cats had gathered and that was a thrilling moment for the she-cat, who in fact didn't spend a lot of time talking and chit-chatting with members of her clan, for reasons unknown to the black pointed she-cat. Yet, the sight of Bravekit so easily accepted into the Clan warmed her heart, the little tom-kit she took into her nest and ultimately into her heart was a thrill and a comfort, he might have not been her son by birth but in heart he was.

The sounds of cats greeting one another also carried that same warmth, but nothing compared to Bravekit's, yet she had a task ahead of her and it was most important.

"I have gotten a dream from StarClan telling me of our new leader. While it was a sad loss of both Deadstar and Amberblaze in the flood, but RainClan is strong! We will rise up under our new leader and reach the top once again. " Swanfeather called out, a heavy pride felt in her words.

"It is with StarClan's blessing I call Sandstripe to be RainClan's new leader!!" She yowled with all her might and a surge of positive energy filled the she-cat and she knew at once StarClan agreed with her understanding of her dream. Now all she had to do was wait for Sandstripe to stand up and accept her request, after all was he even personally ready for it?

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[Fawn]

Roselight & Russetpaw:

"I'm Roselight, by the way." She mewed softly, leaning over to give the kitten a fond ear-lick. Despite her father's loyalist, purist methods and approach to life, Roselight was actually relatively accepting - especially of kits. It didn't matter that he was of unknown origins, all that mattered was that he was going to be a strong warrior in the future, a cat who could make his Clan proud. Speaking of Clan pride, it was with a glow of her eyes that she momentarily forgot about Blazehawk's lack of contact, the sight of so many familiar and friendly faces gathered had put a surge of patriotism running through her veins.

Quietly, she looked up to see what Swanfeather had to say.

Russetpaw was also doing the same, only by some instinct cultivated by so many days spent with Razorfang, the ruddy tom glanced over his shoulder to spy the reaper himself, his first instinct to flash the tom a slightly awkward smile. "Hi!" He whispered, scooting over slightly to make sure the tom had enough room. "Can you see okay?"

Violetclaw & Vultureback:

Violetclaw was the first to call out when Sandstripe's name had been spoken, only it had been a shocked sort of mew rather than an actual cheer. Turning wide eyes to the cat near her, Violetclaw speechlessly dipped her head to him in respect, marveling at the pale golden warrior's...luck at having been picked as RainClan's new leader by StarClan themselves. No, not luck, skill, patience and experience, right? She was amongst the many cats staring at the singled out tom, but it was Vultureback who actually spoke the words "Congratulations," even before Sandstripe had accepted. The mottled tom figured that even if he DIDN'T want the job, it was still an honor to have StarClan give you their blessing from amongst the flock.

To be quite honest, he was feeling pretty relieved to at last have a cat who could take over the delicate position of Clan leader, a cat he could leave all the big decisions to, a cat who would bring a sense of normalcy back to the Clan who dwelt beside the river. Violetclaw, honestly, was already dreaming of becoming RainClan's next deputy beside Sandstripe, a cat she found was one of the few she actually got along with.
Her dreams were THAT much closer!

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]The awkward smile in which radiated from the promising apprentice inclined Razorfang to return a smaller-than-average half smirk, dipping his head in greeting as the single word 'hi' had been choked out of Russetpaw's throat. “Hello,” he began, a flash of amusement lacing through his gray-green eyes as Russetpaw scooted over. However, said amusement would've been more than difficult to capture with the lowly toned hiss in which the warrior's words were executed. Ever so slowly but surely, it appeared that the reddish brown apprentice was accustoming to the ways of his cold-as-ice mentor. Every day, it seemed Razorfang was finding less excuses to lecture Russetpaw to the end of their mentor-apprentice relationship. “I can see fine... thank you.” A tone that hinted sarcasm was actually all the most sincere. Razorfang couldn't recall a time in which he'd stated thanks of any sort to Russetpaw. Hopefully, the young tom didn't take it as him 'growing soft', with which he'd back up with the coldest of a reaction. Nodding his approval, gray-green eyes snapped upon the tawny furred warrior, Sandstripe, amongst the crowd whom was now being called forth as Rainclan's new leader. A sensation of mild satisfaction rippled through Razorfang's figure. Sure, he wouldn't have refrained from accepting such an honour. But a time such as this was none to be selfish. Sandstripe was an admirable choice. The journey Sandstripe would face to finally be crowned Sandstar was a journey Razorfang would be honoured to partake upon. The traveling committee often presented a few extra paws for safety purposes. Perhaps, the obsidian warrior could even manage to drag his apprentice along. Such an experience would be a well adapted learning environment for him. Razorfang briefly allowed himself to stop snowballing upon everlasting thoughts to release a ripple of sound in which chanted Sandstripe's name with the rest of Rainclan. He would've enjoyed the opportunity to state his own congratulations to the tawny furred feline, much like he noted Vultureback doing a few fox-lengths away. However, the overwhelm of being chosen by Starclan themselves was likely enough congratulations. And for this, Razorfang stayed put near his apprentice, satisfied with chanting the warrior's name and nothing more. Even the cold enjoyed an opportunity to partake in their Clan tradition. “Sandstripe, Sandstripe, Sandstripe!” [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Phoenix]

Sandstripe
Yellow eyes fixed themselves on Swanfeather's form, silouhetted against the overcast sky. It had been a rather unspoken fact that she had temporarily taken the place of Deadstar in the absense of both a leader and a deputy, but the few announcements she had made were seldom and far between. She was busy with her medicine cat duties and it was not fair to shove any role of leadership onto her shoulders as well; with the lack of a proper cat to follow, RainClan had begun to flounder. It was minimal and very subtle, but Sandstripe could still see some evidence of it in the whispers that travelled around camp, asking for a new leader and wondering when StarClan would give their medicine cat a sign. Time was running out and the urgent desire that he shared with the rest of his clan for someone to take control grew with the passing day. Perhaps the time had finally come?

As Swanfeather began speaking, her words proud, Sandstripe felt his throat constrict as his breath caught in his lungs. It was the announcement they had all been waiting for! He found it very easy to resist the urge to glance around at his fellow warriors, to search the faces for who would become RainClan's next leader and carry them out of the rut they had fallen in. His heart pounded as names flew through his head, some discarded while others remained. Vultureback, Blizzardclaw, Razorfang, Brighteyes. There were so many deserving warriors with so much potential. Violetclaw, Goldenheart, Tideripple, Roselight. It could be any one of them. Amberwave, Blue-eyes, Tangletalon and Missingeye. And of course, himself, he thought with a wry smile. What were the chances? But imagine, as he had so many times as an apprentice - Sandstar, leader of RainClan. He could almost hear the chanting, though it was all in his head, of course.

But it wasn't. At the sound of his name leaving Swanfeather's lips, a jolt travelled through the tom and he jerked up slightly in surprise as his mind seemed to freeze in shock. And then silence fell and he could feel gazes turning to land on him. And he tried to control his expression, to turn his parted jaws into something more befitting of a cat nominated by StarClan to become the next leader. A race of emotions flooded him, something unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it took him a moment to sort through them all before the grin broke out on his face as he finally comprehended that it was his name that had been called! His!

A startled cry came from beside him, and he turned, seeing Violetclaw staring at him before dipping her head to him with a newfound respect. And beyond her, Vultureback was offering his congratulations before he had even spoken a word. And other cats were too. The energy seemed to have returned to RainClan with the prospect of a new leader.

Turning back to Swanfeather, the light golden tom stood, head held high and expression finally composed to his liking, the grin that had spread across his lips shrunk to something more respectable. In a similar fashion to Violetclaw, he nodded to her once, and his voice carried through the quiet air, calm but powerful in its own right. "This is an immense honor - words cannot describe it. I will become RainClan's leader." The lingering disbelief that echoed through him laced some of his words, and as the chanting broke out - this time in reality, as opposed to his imagination - he took this time to try and sort through his jumbled, erratic emotions.

Disbelief and pride. A fear that he was going to wake up and this would all be a miraculous, incredible dream. Humbled by the knowledge that he had been chosen by StarClan to lead RainClan, an honor that few other cats could boast about. The knowledge that he was in charge of his clan's well-being, that he would be the one making all the important decisions that impacted the clan as a whole. He would become a role model for the newest kits. As a whole, it was a large responsibility. But also a great pride. His resolve strengthened. If he did his job right, RainClan would climb back to the top. Back to where they belonged.


Bravekit

Roselight. That's a pretty name. Bravekit gave her a small smile when she licked his ear, appreciating the motherly ease she seemed to have around him. It was as if he was sitting beside Swanfeather, and his fondness for both she-cats grew at that thought. If only Mama could see him now, what would she think? Would she be proud? Glad? Then the medicine cat meowed something - he hadn't heard what, as lost in thought as he was - and the whole clan seemed to hold their breath. Bravekit followed the direction of all the other cats' gazes and found himself staring at Roselight's side. What are they all looking at? What's going on? Someone spoke, his smooth voice shattering the silence that seemed to have fallen. Cries of congratulations, loud and overwhelming, soon followed, startling the small kit. Suddenly the clan that had seemed so decent a moment ago was intimidating once more. He no longer understood what was happening. Had he ever? Ears flat against his head, Bravekit slowly backed away from the crowd on quivering legs.

[Hellion]

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