but if all we are is just machines [Clan Meeting] Jan 20, 2016 22:10:43 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jan 20, 2016 22:10:43 GMT -5
The news had not rattled him. When he stepped onto the Boulder Ledge, he was not plagued by unfamiliarity, nor did it feel like his presence was an intrusion, for as the next leader of NightClan, he would become accustomed to this spot over the moons. He had gotten the vague impression that Smokefur was unsure of StarClan's choice, and while it might have proved worthwhile to question her, to confront her, he was not bothered by the lack of support if, of course, his sharp eyes had not misread the signals. She would see soon enough, as they all would, that he was an obvious pick in this such a troubling time. The cold of leafbare bit him, but it did not frighten him. The shortage of prey was noted, but not cause for stress. He would symbolize stability for his clanmates. They would look at him, and in doing so, they would see that efficiency was exactly what they needed.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Boulder Ledge for a clan meeting." His white eyes did not fixate upon one cat for any longer than the next. If his standing atop the Boulder Ledge had not served as enough proof of what was to come, than those words, coming out of his mouth, would.
Once everyone had gathered, the statuesque tom continued. "Word has finally come from StarClan, and I will be the new leader of NightClan." It was not confidence with which he spoke so much as certitude. With him in charge, a lot was going to change - rather, a lot was going to shift towards what it was supposed to be. While not as openly hostile as the former leader, Ravenstar, when it came to those of non-NightClan blood, Dimgaze was contemptuous of them. He believed and trusted in their superiority, but did not flaunt it. He was an efficient, oriented cat, and would not allot nonsense. He waited for the information to sink in, and for the murmuring to settle, before making a final point. "A journey to the moon tree will be made as soon as the weather enables it to be made safely. Those who wish to be apart of the escort may speak up, but in the absence of volunteers, I will appoint."
Dimgaze stood with unnatural stillness, a certain set to his lithe shoulders that forbade any unnecessary argument. It could not be expected that everyone would approve of StarClan's choice: There would be the ambitious, and perhaps even the hateful, the jealous, who had a different cat more like themselves in mind. That, however, didn't mean that their ancestors' decision would by some twist of fate be revoked. He would lead them. He would protect them. He would make them prosper.
NightClan, with his guidance, would flourish in this the new era.
Date: January 20th, 2015.