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Post by Insidious on Aug 7, 2014 9:52:29 GMT -5
R A Z O R S T A R It was official. Sandstar was no more, and sitting awkwardly in the former leader’s den was his replacement, the deputy - the leader - with a brand new name to prove it. Having recently received his nine lives from StarClan, he still felt the buzz of warmth as lively as ever before residing within his chest. Each cat’s face was still fresh in his memory, and he looked to those faces now in the hopes that they would help him find some solace amidst all of this newness. He wasn’t used to sitting inside of the leader’s den, referring to it as his own chambers. He was equally unused to knowing that RainClan was now his to lead, through both the good and the bad, as he saw fit. There was so many new responsibilities upon his shoulders. He hadn’t yet fully shook his grief over the loss of such a spectacular leader, such visible in the constant darkness that now glazed his already cold eyes. It would be a long time before he settled into his role. He could only hope that his clan would be with him every step of the way, supportive and, despite their combined mourning over Sandstar’s death, welcoming of him as their clan leader in the deceased tomcat’s place.
There was purpose alight in each stride that took him farther and farther away from the leader’s den, scaling the high peak of the River Stone and positioning himself where all of RainClan would be able to see. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath River Stone for a clan meeting!” His voice was thunderous, strong and sure, as grayish-green eyes skimmed through the faces of those that were first to arrive, looking for a single feline in particular. It felt strange to be choosing a deputy when not too long ago that had been his title, and his alone. He had served RainClan as their deputy for such a long time that it almost didn’t seem right to be referring to himself as anything but. His many moons under such a title had undoubtedly supplied him with a variety of experience, all aiding him in standing before RainClan as he did now, confident that he’d be able to be the kind of leader that they wanted. The kind of leader that, in someway, all of them needed.
It was no mystery to those of his clan that his blood was from the outside. He hadn’t been born to RainClan like Sandstar had, or like previous leaders before him had. He assumed it was easier for cats to accept a change in leadership when there was nothing other than pure, RainClan blood at its finest running through their veins. But even though Razorfang didn’t have this, and would never be able to truthfully claim otherwise, it felt like he did all the same. There had never been anything more important to him than the well-being of RainClan. He cared about his clan with a ferocity unique to a select few cats. He would put all nine of his lives on the line for the sake of proving to anyone that doubted him that he treasured his clan the same, if not twice as much, as those around him that had been born here. It would take some getting used to, if not a handful of adjustments for those that were skeptical of him as their leader, but it was his mission to prove to everyone with time, of course, that RainClan would be just fine in his paws. He would carry on the legacy that Sandstar left behind, and he would do so proudly.
He only hoped that his selected deputy would share his thoughts and want the exact same things.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 10:53:07 GMT -5
Early on, Roselight had woken Mallowleaf and shooed her in to the main of their camp. Mallowleaf had done a quick, careless grooming of her fur after they'd taken Sandstar away, but her old friend insisted on dragging her out. She'd been working for quite a while, but the cream warrior's stubborn pelt was almost satisfactory. Almost. Faint red stains remained on her muzzle, but the rest of her thick fur was clean and tended to. The task was mundane and, she felt, unnecessary, but she didn't protest. Not today.
It wasn't until Razorstar called a gathering that she got to her paws, walking with Roselight in silence to where he stood. He seemed almost... nervous. It was unlike him. She blinked, meeting his gaze with her regular brazen boldness. But this time he knew. He knew that, in her odd way, she cared about him. That she was eternally loyal. That she would defend him to the grave. She looked away.
She sat a short distance from their new leader, her feathered tail stretched out behind her, twitching from side to side, eyes focused on a pebble near his large paws, ears listening.
Character; Mallowleaf
Word count; 194
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Post by Fate Admin on Aug 7, 2014 12:14:30 GMT -5
Rushwhisker padded into camp alongside Fleetwing, carrying two fish and a water vole in his jaws from their small hunting patrol. It hadn’t been assigned, but Rushwhisker had been sitting idle in camp with nothing to do and when Rushwhisker was idle, his thoughts tended to turn to unpleasant things. So he had asked the first cat he saw to go fishing with him. He and Fleetwing weren’t particularly close, in fact Rushwhisker was pretty sure Fleetwing wasn’t really close with anyone. The muddy brown tabby tom seemed to be by himself more often than not. He’d been pretty quiet while they were fishing, though he’d been… friendly enough. Rushwhisker had tried to make conversation with him but he supposed Fleetwing had just been concentrating on fishing too hard. Or maybe he was thinking about Sandstar….
Razorfang and Mallowleaf had brought their leader back to them only yesterday, limp and lifeless. Rushwhisker had only been able to stare numbly at the older tom. The loss of his siblings had left him with little emotion left to display over the loss of any other cats in his Clan, even his leader. He had sat there half the night, just staring at Sandstar’s body as his Clanmates milled about him in their vigil, saying their final goodbyes. He had fallen asleep out on the edges of camp rather than in his nest, too numb to move. He could only imagine how Fleetwing had dealt with the loss.
Razorfang-Razorstar’s voice rang out, sounding the familiar call for a Clan meeting in a voice that had never used the words before. He would have to get used to that. He dropped his prey on the freshkill pile and padded over to sit near the back of his gathering Clanmates.
Fleetwing dropped his single fish on the freshkill pile quickly, almost leaping out of his fur as his mentor’s voice sounded from the River Stone. He had only caught the one, knowing full well he could blame ‘grief’ on his poor fishing skills today and no one would question it. He hadn’t really wanted to go fishing but it did give him a reason to get out of camp and far away from the newly named Razorstar. He shuddered from nose to tail tip as he turned toward his gathering Clanmates and saw the ginger-faced black tom standing in the place only RainClan’s leader could stand. He slunk to the edges of camp, enclosing himself in the shadows of the reed beds, and peered out to see what Razorstar would say. This was a nightmare. A complete nightmare. He kept waiting for himself to wake up but it wasn’t happening. Razorstar. He shuddered again. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 13:54:36 GMT -5
SNOWPAW of RainClan
06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
She was placing a rabbit on the fresh kill pile and she heard Razorstar call the clan meeting. She looked over to her new leader and she walked over to where she was sitting under the River Stone so she could see her leader. She knew that it was time to pick the new deputy and she hoped that it was going to be someone who was good for the clan. Snowpaw respected her leader, so she would respect whom ever her leader chose as well. She curled her tail around her body as she waited to see what her leader would say.
She looked around the cats already gathering and she looked for one in particular, her mentor. She wondered if Timberwing was going to be a choice for the Deputy position. She let the thoughts go as she looked back to her leader and she waited to see what was going to happen to the clan now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 14:45:33 GMT -5
Timberwing The Fox of Rainclan Your face—it haunts my once pleasant dreams Your voice—it chased away all the sanity in me
Razorfang-- No, Razorstar's voice called out, ringing into her ears and waking the older she-cat from her slumber. Dull green eyes opened to take in the view of the warriors den as the older she-cat pulled herself to her graying paws before running a quick tongue over her fire red pelt. Slipping through the den was easy, when no other cats were in there, as they were already gathered to the meeting that their new leader had called.
Once outside, the sun flashed on Timberwing's fox colored pelt, warming her up a bit as she stretched out her back and let out a yawn. She had been on camp guard last night when Swanfeather had returned with Razorstar, baring all of his nine lives and new name. The old she-cat had felt a swell of pride for the former deputy as he walked into camp, he had made it past all the nasty words, verbal bullying and questions to his loyalty about not being born of Rainclan, he had surpassed cats because he was Rainclan, not by blood, but by heart and by soul.
Timberwing had dipped her head to the returning Razorstar and Swanfeather before going back to her duties, and only crawling into her cool nest as the sun was peaking over the horizon. And now, here she was again, back in the camp as Razorstar, sat perched on the River Stone, looking as though he belonged there, and he did. The fire colored she-cat gave her new leader another dip of her head from respect as she moved to find her place next to her apprentice.
With a flick of her plumed tail to Snowpaw's flank, the graying senior warrior took her seat and looked up to watched her darker colored leader decided who the next deputy was, and what their next plan of action was.
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase |
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Post by Insidious on Aug 7, 2014 15:11:09 GMT -5
R A Z O R S T A R The cats of RainClan had gathered beneath River Stone, and for the first time in what he hoped would be a long line of events, he stood tall and proud as their leader, calling this meeting with the same words used by many a leader before him. He was silent for a long time as all of the warriors and apprentices of his Clan assembled, offering nods of recognition to those whose eyes he met. He had contemplated the choice he stood here to make very thoroughly, and though there was a number of cats that deserved this opportunity, there was only one that had managed to stand out to him in the end. He would not allow himself to second guess his decisions any longer. The one he was about to make felt right in his gut. He believed that his Clan mates would come to respect RainClan’s chosen deputy in a manner similar to how he already did.
“It is time to appoint the next Deputy of RainClan.” He let his words wash over all of the present cats, taking in their expressions, watching as some shifted from wonderment to anticipation. “I say these words before StarClan. May the spirits of our warrior ancestors hear and approve of my choice . . .” He had never imagined the day that those words would come out of his mouth. The weight of his new responsibilities as Clan leader were beginning to feel so much more real. He could no longer pretend that circumstances hadn’t shifted substantially. A part of him would always miss knowing that Sandstar was alive and well, serving RainClan as a leader that Razorstar had come to cherish in their time spent as leader and deputy. He believed that Sandstar was watching him now from somewhere in the sky, hopefully proud to see him willingly taking charge, stepping up to meet the expectations of his Clan.
Inhaling one final breath, his grayish-green eyes located the appointed deputy of RainClan amongst the crowd, a small smile cracking the corner of his ginger face. “The new deputy of RainClan will be Timberwing!”
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Post by Fawn on Aug 8, 2014 15:37:35 GMT -5
VIOLETCLAW&RUSSETHAWK
She could not have been the only one amongst them holding their breath, waiting for that chosen name to fall from Razorstar's muzzle, and she could not have been the only one who felt the ground pitch forward as the Clan's new deputy was announced, and it was not the name she so fervently wanted to hear. Violetclaw, posture radiated a kind of relaxed aggression, like a barracuda making a lazy trek upstream - armed to the teeth, and for all her docile appearance, it was best that she was left alone to handle her disappointment how she did every time.
By stifling it, by squishing it under more intense dedication and a renewed sense of loyalty (if she could muster it, this time).
When one gets let down so often, you start to get used to the vertigo.
Yellow eyes were narrow and held an oceanful of emotions behind them; Razorstar would never have selected her for deputy, not when they despised each other so, not when she had said what she'd said upon the arrival of Sandstar's body on the new leader's back. That was fine. Violetclaw would have found it bitterly ironic to finally gain the title of deputyship and be made to serve under a leader she did not especially like or felt she could put her trust in.
Without a word, Violetclaw waded through the crowd, her sharp streamlined silver body distinctive and earning her a few worried looks as she moved; it was no secret that what she desired above all else was the title Timberwing now possessed. Drawing to a stop before the nearly vulpine deputy, the pair of them in such stark contrast, Violetclaw made a curt dip of the jaw.
"Congratulations."
It was just like Razorfan-- Razorstar to choose a cat with a background such as himself. All we need is Crowblaze for medicine cat and we'll be the laughing stock at the next gathering. An aggressive swish of the tail, and Violetclaw left the Clan meeting, her head held high and her steps purposeful despite being passed over for the 3rd time in a row.
'Anger' was not what the ambitious feline was feeling right now, not even righteous indignation; Violetclaw had always known the second Razorfang had become Razorstar, that her dream would never be realized. He would never elect a deputy he could not trust, and she would not bend her pride to try and impress a cat she herself could never trust to have her back.
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The pride he felt when Razorfang had first been announced as deputy was nothing to the pride he felt now; it was... inspiring to see his mentor and older-brother figure standing upon the River Stone, standing where others had long ago held Clan meetings and did announcements such as these. Someday, Russethawk would be standing there too; though it caused him considerable pain and even a tightness of his heart at the thought of Razorstar dying for such a thing to even happen, if there was one thing Russethawk had done these past few moons, it was mature.
He had reached a new level of clarity in his young life, what with the death of his parents and now Sandstar's tragic loss, he had come to accept that fate was not fair, nor did it play favorites. Life was hard, and sometimes it didn't seem worth it to continue, but he had persevered, and so had Razorfang. Russethawk was no stronger to the tom's past - or even Timberwing. There were still a few murmurs spoken against them, and the ruddy tom always made sure to loudly proclaim how fantastic a warrior Razorfang had been and still is, and in light of learning a little of Timberwing's history as well, he had begun to do the same thing for her.
The ruddy tom wore a grin as the older she-cat's name was called, green eyes filled with a fiery light that spilled out over his Clanmates, sharing a little of the warmth in his soul as he went to approach the chosen one, ignoring Violetclaw as she brushed past him to exit the meeting.
"Congratulations, Timberwing! You're gonna hold onto it for me, right?" Russethawk gave her shoulder a good-natured nudge, their fiery pelts mingling. Another pleasant tease, he glanced around for Razorstar, locking eyes with his former mentor, his smile like a beacon. "I guess I'll have to be on my best behavior if you two are gonna be in charge from now on."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2014 16:58:45 GMT -5
SNOWPAW of RainClan
06 Moons. She-Cat. Apprentice
She felt her mentor's presence when she came to sit next to Snowpaw. She perked up a little bit then and she listened to Razorstar as he spoke. Snowpaw almost let her jaw drop when Razorstar said Timberwing's name. She smiled though and she purred lightly and she nudged her mentor. "Congratulations Timberwing, it look's like I have higher standards to live up to." There was only one real cat that Snowpaw talked to other than her father, and it was her mentor. Snowpaw liked her mentor which was why she spoke to the older she-cat all the time.
She flicked her tail so it touched Timberwing's flank. She started to hear all of the congratulations to her mentor and Snowpaw actually puffed up as well. The white she-cat stayed where she was though. She wanted to let her pride stay, and she was proud to be the new Deputy's apprentice now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 22:01:11 GMT -5
Timberwing The Fox of Rainclan Your face—it haunts my once pleasant dreams Your voice—it chased away all the sanity in me
To say she was shocked was falling short. For a second the she-cat named sat there, hard as a stone as she let the words echo through her furry ears, rattling in her head as she tried to register what just happened. After what seemed like a lifetime, which in reality was only a couple of seconds, the older she-cat managed to pull herself to her paws once she snapped out of her daze. Dull green eyes looking over the cats around her as they watched her stand to address their new leader as her new position by his side.
Lifting her muzzle, Timberwing let her rasped voice fall from between her grayed lips, letting her voice echo around the camp clearing. "I would have never expected to be chosen for such a precious position." She started, easily able to keep her cool under such tension. After a moment, however, she was able to grow more confident. "I promise to all of Rainclan and Starclan, that I will serve my clan to the best of my ability."
She felt a gust of wind rush through her fire red fur, almost as if she could feel her siblings near her, it had always been Meltingice who had wanted to be deputy one day, not her. This was a shock and a thrill to her all at once, she felt as if she was stepping out of a past that haunted her and into a future that held out their paws to her. "I promise to be the deputy that Rainclan, and Razorstar needs to me be, to walk in the pawsteps of great deputies before me." She dipped her head to accept and thank Razorstar for his decision to intrust her with such a position.
As her words were done, she could feel her adopted, no her true clanmates crowding around her to congragulate her. She felt a warm rush, one she hadn't felt in so so long, flood into her body, warming her from nose to tail tip. Though Violetclaw's words weren't exactly friendly, she felt the love from Russethawk and Snowpaw as well as several others, and she knew, somewhere in Starclan, Falconleap was proud of her as well.
She gave a rustic purr, another this she hadn't give in a while, as Russethawk nudged against her, "I appreciate it Russethawk. Thank you." She turned her dull green eyes to the younger tom, their was a spark of life that flooded into the old she-cat's orbs as if her old soul was flooding back into her, fueling her for just a little while longer. Razorstar's old apprentice's words filled her with some hope that she could do this thing correctly, not just for her sake, but for all of Rainclan.
She turned to look at her apprentice, letting her nose touch the white she-cat's ear, "You'll have to help me." She said softly, amusement alight in her eyes before she turned to look back up at Razorstar, letting her green orbs meet up with her leader's.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2014 1:07:13 GMT -5
 She watched as cats came to Timberwing to congratulate her. Snowpaw felt pride more and more to know that she was now the Deputy's apprentice, but she was also worried. Didn't that put more pressure on her to do a better job to learn? If it was like that for Snowpaw, poor Timberwing had to do even better so that she could juggle training Snowpaw and taking care of the clan. Snowpaw's mood darkened a little as she thought more and more on it, but when she felt Timberwing's nose on her ear, she smiled once more. She looked up at her mentor and she purred. "I will help you if you help me." She joked lightly with Timberwing then. This she-cat was the only real cat that Snowpaw talked to anymore, and Snowpaw did not mind that. She rarely talked to her mother, in fact, she never spoke to her mother, she talks with her father more. But if Snowpaw was to try and talk with Lotuspaw, well, that was never going to happen.
Snowpaw knew that being Timberwing's apprentice was going to irk Lotuspaw, for that meant that Snowpaw had a little bit of a higher ranking now, kind of. In Snowpaw's mind it did at least. Was that right?
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