Post by Ginger on Aug 21, 2020 18:09:47 GMT -5
A night had passed since Shadowchaser had returned to Darkstar with a message from StarClan. She didn’t want to listen to what StarClan had told him. Why would she listen to a bunch of dead warriors who thought they could tell the living what to do? Their time was over.
But ever since Shadowchaser brought with him the warning of Rainfur’s eventual demise if she remained as deputy, Darkstar had been unable to sleep. She didn’t want to listen to StarClan and just change her deputy because they told her to.
But she did listen to her clanmates. And it was very obvious to anyone who had even the slightest sense of perception that Rainfur was not doing well. When she and Darkstar had meetings, the leader would notice that her deputy contributed little, seeming more and more drawn into herself with each passing day. Darkstar chose a calm deputy to balance her brash nature – she was perfectly aware that she could often be a little reckless without someone to hold her back – but it was clear that serving as Darkstar’s rein was taking too great a toll on Rainfur. Her deputy seemed to not care for her role anymore. How disappointing.
A familiar presence appeared at the entrance of Darkstar's den.
"You asked for me? There is something I wish to speak with you about..." Rainfur's soft voice filled the cavern entrance, and Darkstar ushered her in with an impatient flick of the tail. She'd been expecting this conversation. That Rainfur was initiating it was as clear a sign as any that Shadowchaser's omen was to be heeded.
"StarClan already sent a message." said Darkstar.
Rainfur's expression morphed between astonishment to guilt to a badly disguised relief.
"I am sorry, Darkstar. It pains me to step down, but I have to be careful."
Darkstar's eyes narrowed. Was Rainfur really choosing her own health over that of the Clan's well-being?
Rainfur shuffled awkwardly. "Oakfall and I are expecting."
At once, Darkstar's building disgust began to cool. Shadowchaser's omen wasn't just about Rainfur. It was about the unborn kits she was carrying; Darkstar suppressed a shudder as she remembered the sensation of her own life slipping away during her kitting - and she was a little over half Rainfur's age.
To have Rainfur die unexpectedly would undermine NightClan's leadership. She could see that it was a difficult choice for the older she-cat to make, and Darkstar felt a bit of begrudging respect for the deputy she so often clashed with.
"Look after your kits," Darkstar gave a small, approving nod. "I will make the announcement at moonhigh."
It was time for change in NightClan. It was time to let Rainfur rest.
Darkstar remained awake in her den for the entirety of the day following Shadowchaser’s news and halfway through the night. She spent every waking minute thinking about her clanmates, thinking about who had not only the ability to serve as a calm to Darkstar’s storm, but who also had the stamina to keep it up for potentially a great deal of time.
Quite a few names came to mind, and Darkstar had called those warriors into her den to speak with her. All were of a sound mind, and she spent a great deal of time mulling it over before she finally knew who it was.
Moonhigh couldn't come soon enough. Darkstar elegantly made her way to the boulder ledge. It was time.
“Let all cats who wear the shadows as their own pelts gather for a Clan meeting!”
Amber eyes gazed upon the tired and confused members of the clan who had all seemed to have just gotten ready to sleep. To their knowledge, no ceremony was supposed to happen. She was about to rock their world.
"I say these words before StarClan, that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of NightClan is Clovermask."
✸ KATARA ✸