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"All those old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Highbranch for a Clan meeting."
Mottledove's vigil has barely broken apart, the clearing of camp still wreathed in the sickly smell of lavender, when Orangestar calls her Clan to attention. The two she-cats had never been close, Orangestar seeking a solitude of sorts in her moons as a queen, but Mottledove was a Clanmate nonetheless regardless of their emotional proximity. The tragedy of her former denmate's death disquiets her.
Unbeknownst to her, more is soon to come.
"No cat is to attend the unclaimed border in a patrol of three or less until we can be sure the foxes are no longer there. I forbid apprentices under the age of eight moons to approach." Tongue swipes over scarred jaws. A generous pawful of her Clan lies healing in Fireflypaw's care, her former deputy among them. She and her council would need to discuss this. But first, another needs to join them.
"Figfeather, I ask you to join my council as a lead warrior." She has earned it, over moons and moons of dedication. Some vindicated fragment of her stirs in satisfaction at the role she could finally give a warrior whom deserved it the moment they had returned with the lungwort.
"Twitchbolt has stepped down." Orangestar continues. She does not say anything more on his abdication, though ochre eyes burn into the space where he should be. The rumour had spread through the camp like wildfire, and she resolves it now with a dismissive flick of her tail. The bicolour tom is too sensitive to death; he had admitted as much.
One of the resounding theories that had followed in the wake of their conversation was that Twitchbolt had been too young to make a good deputy. Now, having had time to think about it, Orangestar disagrees. Thinks the opposite, actually: that he had been given too much time in his life before adjusting to such an important role. If her next deputy was younger, then she could train that out of them before they saw her die again.
"I say these words before StarClan so that they may approve of my choice." Listless eyes settle atop the fire-crowned head of a familiar calico. When she speaks next, she does so with conviction, leaving little room for protest: "Cherryblossom will be the new deputy of SkyClan."
// APRIL SHOUTOUTS (15+): @Fireflypaw @TWITCHBOLT @Johnnyflame @FIGFEATHER @Howlfire @CHRYSALISWING @Honeysplash @Tawnyclaw @Owlheart @Flora @Eggshellbloom @edenberry ?! @CANDORKIT
And a huge congrats to Ava and Pikai!!! We are very excited to have you both on the team. Once again, thank you SO much to Pin for everything you've done as deputy with Twitch, and I'm glad you're sticking around as a LW<3
Mottledove's vigil has barely broken apart, the clearing of camp still wreathed in the sickly smell of lavender, when Orangestar calls her Clan to attention. The two she-cats had never been close, Orangestar seeking a solitude of sorts in her moons as a queen, but Mottledove was a Clanmate nonetheless regardless of their emotional proximity. The tragedy of her former denmate's death disquiets her.
Unbeknownst to her, more is soon to come.
"No cat is to attend the unclaimed border in a patrol of three or less until we can be sure the foxes are no longer there. I forbid apprentices under the age of eight moons to approach." Tongue swipes over scarred jaws. A generous pawful of her Clan lies healing in Fireflypaw's care, her former deputy among them. She and her council would need to discuss this. But first, another needs to join them.
"Figfeather, I ask you to join my council as a lead warrior." She has earned it, over moons and moons of dedication. Some vindicated fragment of her stirs in satisfaction at the role she could finally give a warrior whom deserved it the moment they had returned with the lungwort.
"Twitchbolt has stepped down." Orangestar continues. She does not say anything more on his abdication, though ochre eyes burn into the space where he should be. The rumour had spread through the camp like wildfire, and she resolves it now with a dismissive flick of her tail. The bicolour tom is too sensitive to death; he had admitted as much.
One of the resounding theories that had followed in the wake of their conversation was that Twitchbolt had been too young to make a good deputy. Now, having had time to think about it, Orangestar disagrees. Thinks the opposite, actually: that he had been given too much time in his life before adjusting to such an important role. If her next deputy was younger, then she could train that out of them before they saw her die again.
"I say these words before StarClan so that they may approve of my choice." Listless eyes settle atop the fire-crowned head of a familiar calico. When she speaks next, she does so with conviction, leaving little room for protest: "Cherryblossom will be the new deputy of SkyClan."
// APRIL SHOUTOUTS (15+): @Fireflypaw @TWITCHBOLT @Johnnyflame @FIGFEATHER @Howlfire @CHRYSALISWING @Honeysplash @Tawnyclaw @Owlheart @Flora @Eggshellbloom @edenberry ?! @CANDORKIT
And a huge congrats to Ava and Pikai!!! We are very excited to have you both on the team. Once again, thank you SO much to Pin for everything you've done as deputy with Twitch, and I'm glad you're sticking around as a LW<3
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