Post by Fate of Five Staff on Jun 7, 2017 10:43:18 GMT -5
RainClan, like all Clans, had been unable to escape the spread of greencough. Stormstar climbed onto the river stone, one life less than what he had the last time he'd called a meeting. Fortunately, it was a meeting that did not announce the death of a beloved deputy; unfortunately, it was an announcement about a change in rank. Others would question his choices, but Stormstar had thought long and deep about the right cat for the role.
He was getting old. The end of the river, metaphorically speaking, was in sight.
RainClan needed a deputy that would be able to weather the storm of the coming moons, whatever that ended up being, and also a deputy that would not have one foot in the elders' den by the time he became leader.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own fish gather for a Clan meeting!"
Stormstar's yowl drew the Clan to him, and with a single glance at Rushwhisker in the crowd, the gray-furred tom cut to the point. "Rushwhisker has resigned from the position of deputy. RainClan respects his choices, and will support his continued efforts to serve his Clan as a warrior once more."
As expected, surprised murmurings rippled through the Clan, as if a pebble had been unceremoniously tossed into a quiet lake. Those surprised murmurs turned to excitement, however, as it became clear that Stormstar was selecting a new deputy.
Stormstar found the silver-furred warrior in the crowd. "I say these words before StarClan, that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of RainClan is Silverfrost."
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He had just returned from fishing practice with Frogpaw when Stormstar called everyone together. With a quick trip to drop off the fish the silver tom quickly found himself a place to stand among the gathering clan. What was going on, exactly? It was too far off for the choices for the cats escorting their medicine cat to Moon Tree in greenleaf, and much too far off for being told who'd be going to the Gathering. Of course, with greencough still trying to make its way through the clan anything could be happening.
Had someone died? Was an emergency trip to gather catmint needed? He only knew the two herbs for greencough because he'd gotten sick, and then volunteered as fear for the kits in the nursery strangled him. Kits should not have to face greencough, especially not the ones still nestled to their mother's bellies all the time.
The news caused a stir, and Silverfrost was one of the ones talking to those around him, muttering in confusion. Rushwhisker was stepping down. So who was going to be the Deputy? He stopped, mid-sentence, when Stormstar spoke his choice.
"Me?" Blue eyes were wide, and he took a full minute for the news to sink in. Him, deputy? He wasn't responsible enough, too young, too reckless. Why in the world would he be chosen? He shook himself and drew his body up proudly to trot up to present himself before leader and clan. "I will do my absolute best." Even though he didn't think he had it in him. Deputy. Really?
Stormfeather had been sharing tongues with her clan mates when Stormstar had called the clan together for a meeting. The long haired, grey furred she-cat stretched as she padded toward the crowd of gathering cats. Confused murmurs could be heard among her clan mates as she herself wondered what this would be about. There were no kits old enough in the clan to be apprenticed, and as far as she knew; no apprentices to be made warriors either.
There was a sense of initial shock at first when Stormstar spoke of Rushwhisker stepping down from the deputy position, but it wasn't nearly as shocking as when Stormstar announced that her brother, Silverfrost, would be the next clan deputy. Stormfeather glanced around the crowd of cats until she caught sight of her brother's pelt as he made his way toward their leader and looked before his clan.
"I will do my absolute best." Silverfrost meowed his promise to RainClan. Stormfeather could feel her chest burning with pride as she watched her brother accept the high position. Silverfrost would make their family proud.
"Silverfrost! Silverfrost!" Stormfeather started chanting, hoping to incite the same response of their clan mates. It was only proper form to cheer on those new to leadership ranks.
As Stormstar called together a meeting, Brookfall strayed from his original course (the apprentices' den), believing he would soon see Wrenpaw at the river stone. This belief was proven true, and he gently caught the young tom's attention, ushering him over so he could tell him of today's plans once the meeting was over.
When Wrenpaw was within speaking distance, Brookfall held his tongue but loosed a smile, and a polite nod, before taking a seat behind Stormfeather. It was important that taller cats, such as himself and Gorgeleap (and Crowblaze, and Gullswoop and Bluewave) stayed near the back of the crowd so as not to obscure anyone's view. If Wrenpaw wanted to sit with his mother, Brookfall realized that would probably be more reasonable.
After all, Wrenpaw wasn't yet full grown - close - and trying to see past the likes of Gullswoop and Heronstrike may prove too much of a challenge.
These idle musings were hushed as Stormstar began speaking. Expectant of nothing more than a morale-boosting commentary about surviving greencough and the arrival of the new season, Brookfall found himself leaning slightly forward, his curiosity piqued by Rushwhisker's sudden resignation. Who will take his place? Yellow eyes found the forms of Bluewave, and then Lilypool. Perhaps one of them...?
"The new deputy of RainClan is Silverfrost."
Brookfall rose to his paws, a purr stuttering from his maw as he processed the news more quickly than his body could keep up with. When he was able to tuck down his surprise, Brookfall's purr rose to a crescendo, and he looked at Silverfrost with brotherly approval - something that seemed to be shared with Stormfeather, their sister, and Gorgeleap (somewhere deep, deep down). Well done, Silverfrost. The littermate that had been born the weakest, and the smallest, had somehow outranked all three of them.
He felt no hard feelings for Silverfrost's new role. It would prove interesting, and Brookfall had a strong notion of why Stormstar had chosen a cat that had just now reached his twenty-fifth moon. Stormstar was getting old. He must have wanted to ensure his replacement would be young and healthy enough to lead the Clan for many moons to come.
"Silverfrost! Silverfrost! Silverfrost!" Brookfall lent his voice to the chant their sister had started, and gave an encouraging smile to the silver-furred warrior at the center of it all. He did not envy his brother's new responsibilities, but he would be supportive for as long as Silverfrost held the position.