Lying In Wait [Smokey/Fawn] May 6, 2019 1:07:40 GMT -5
Post by Zeneka on May 6, 2019 1:07:40 GMT -5
Darkstorm wasn’t pacing. Her paws itched of sitting still, but she didn’t pace. A few others were pacing. Thornscar sat sentinel at the camp entrance, both on guard over the camp and waiting for Shadowchaser and his escort to return from the Moon Tree. Darkstorm didn’t pace because NightClan did not need more anxious, impatient energy on display. Her tail twitched instead, a more subtle display of her own, but one that would likely go unnoticed by most in the tense atmosphere of anticipation. Every cat was expecting an announcement of their new leader when her brother returned.
The dark tortoiseshell’s fiery gaze shifted around the camp, taking in her Clanmates. Snakestep fidgeted beside Crowflame, his gaze flicking toward the camp entrance now and then, and Darkstorm wondered how many were waiting to hear news of Briarthroat as well. Would Shadowchaser see him in StarClan? What if he didn’t? Would the message he brought back be one warning them to wait for the deputy’s return? Her tail lashed at the thought. They had waited long enough.
Briarthroat was NightClan, if he ever returned she would celebrate with the rest of the Clan, but NightClan needed leadership. The Clan needed to move on if it was going to survive. Who knew when Lionstar might retaliate for their claim on the deer path, and without a leader there would be arguments and indecision that would weaken the entire Clan. They had all been looking to Smokefur thus far as the most senior cat in a position of authority in the Clan, but how could a medicine cat command should more fighting break out with TreeClan? They were meant to stand apart from Clan rivalries.
Too restless to sit still any longer, Darkstorm rose and turned, heading for the medicine den. She paused outside just long enough to call a greeting to Smokefur before stepping inside, settling herself not far from the entrance, out of the way, but with a line of sight so she could see when Shadowchaser returned to camp. She was sure Thornscar would keep the Clan from overwhelming him when he did. Tail flicking impatiently once more, she glanced Smokefur’s way for a moment, “Do you have any idea who StarClan might choose?” Perhaps it would only be speculation on Smokefur’s part, but she had been dealing with StarClan far longer than perhaps any other cat in all the Clans. Would she have some insight, despite not going to visit them this time around?
Then again, there was nothing to obligate the older she-cat from sharing any such thoughts with her in the first place. Darkstorm’s ears flicked in irritation at the thought, but it wasn’t like she was particularly close to the medicine cat. Even her own personal opinion over who should lead them wasn’t really any of Darkstorm’s business. But if she sat waiting in silence much longer she thought she might go mad.
Smokefur the Fluffydorable
Taxx (Crowflame mention)