In The Wake Of Sorrow [DEPUTY ANNOUNCEMENT] Jul 19, 2014 15:30:15 GMT -5
Post by Fate of Five Admin on Jul 19, 2014 15:30:15 GMT -5
The sunhigh patrol had returned too soon with somber expressions and Roughthroat’s limp gray body carried between two of its members. Her deputy had gone out to hunt earlier in the day, even against cautions from Smokefur that he appeared to becoming down with whitecough and if he overworked himself, as he was, it could very quickly turn into greencough. So many cats were ill, however, that every healthy warrior was overworked picking up the slack. It was why she herself had lost another life to the illness. She had lives to spare, however… Roughthroat did not.
The leader of the patrol had announced that they had chased a fox away from his body, hoping he might still be alive, but the fox had done its work. She sent the patrol back out to pursue the fox, to make sure it left NightClan territory or died if it insisted upon staying after murdering her deputy. Smokefur had prepared the tom’s body for his vigil and Ravenstar had taken to the Boulder Ledge for the rest of the day, refusing food when an apprentice was apparently ordered by its mentor to bring her some. She laid on the freezing stone with her small paws tucked under her body, staring down at the ground until Smokefur, with the help of a warrior, dragged Roughthroat’s body back out into the open for those who wished to say goodbye.
Her pale amber gaze looked right through the large gray tom as she tried to wrap her mind around another deputy lost to her so soon. As cats milled around his body and the sun sank in the west, stars began to appear. The night would be clear. She turned her gaze upwards as the first twinkling lights blinked to life and briefly wondered if one of them was Roughthroat, watching his Clan mourn his loss. Her thoughts turned swiftly to Boneshadow, wishing again for her best friend’s return to her side. Both her deputies had died fighting. It gave her pride in them, through the sorrow. They died as warriors were meant to die. Somehow it was easier to bear than watching her cats withering away from sickness, taking final rattling, painful breaths while they were destroyed from enemy within them they were powerless to fight against.
As the moon rose in the sky, a bright silver claw, she stood, her bones aching from the cold after staying in one position for so long. Roughthroat had been a good deputy, but NightClan needed a cat to take his place now. His death did not break her like losing Boneshadow. She had resolved never to allow herself to fall so low again, especially after speaking with her friend after losing her first life. She lifted her fluffy tail and let out the familiar call, “Let all cats able to walk on their own four paws gather beneath the Boulder Ledge for a Clan meeting!” She stood, staring down as her Clan began to gather around her, searching for one cat in particular among them.
This announcement takes place shortly before leaf-bare ended. Some cats are still sick, but most are on the way to recovery at this point, if they haven't already recovered.