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"I am the sand god, guardian of the sand." Turtlesplash said in a monotone voice. He was on the beach with Markedpelt. The two had become rather weary of the world. Markedpelt had seen Ratstar's shoulders hunch with the weight of the clan and he had felt a stab of guilt.
Turtlesplash was struggling with his own traumas so the two had simply taken to the beach, Turtlesplash half buried in sand with his head sticking out, gazing out at the sea.
Markedpelt popped up beside him, smacking his paw on the front of the sand pile. "Poseidon quivers before him!" Markedpelt declared as a wave lapped near their paws.
"What a mood," Grasslizard meowed as he happened to pass by on his stroll. The dark brown tom had more or less accepted that he'd never live up to his parents' high expectations for him; he was just a lazy, cowardly, blowhard. "Hey," he greeted Turtlesplash and Markedpelt with a wave of his tail. "Either of you wanna bury me next?"
Markedpelt chuckled. "Sure," He meowed. "Turtlesplash was having some trouble dealing with stress, so I thought this might be helpful. Lie on down next to him and I'll get started on you." He offered going beside Turtlesplash and digging at the ground to get started on a space for Grasslizard.
"Yeah, I could sure use some decompressing right about now," Grasslizard agreed, lumbering over to Turtlesplash and flopping down on the warm sand beside him. He glanced up at Markedpelt with a playful gleam in his green eyes. "Hit me, my man."
Grasslizard let out a purr as he was enveloped by the surprisingly warm and soft sand. Turtlesplash had the right idea; this was relaxing. "This isn't half bad," he meowed to his two companions. "It's actually pretty nice. Do you want me to bury you a bit later, Markedpelt?"
"Eh, same old, same old," Grasslizard replied, shrugging as best he could being buried up to his neck in sand. "Not like much really changes around here, right? What were you two so stressed about anyway?"
Markedpelt sighed stretching his legs in front of him. "Just with life I guess. Sometimes you just need to find a spot to sit and forget about life for a while," The Dark brown tabby Tom noted.
Turtlesplash didn't say anything Just closing his one eye as he sighed remaining still in the mound
Grasslizard let out a hum, considering the answer for a moment. "Yeah...I can sorta get that. Both of you are like, twice my age, so you've definitely been around the block more than I have. I mean, Mudthistle told me that you were in the running for leader before Ratstar got the job, right, Markedpelt?"
Markedpelt nodded, "Ah yes, once upon a time I was in the running."
"Someone had to step up at the time so I just did." he admitted. "But when they started talking but leadership it was a blessing when Graythorn revealed we had a leader waiting for us in twolegplace,"
"A blessing?" He tilted his head to the side in mild confusion. "Did you seriously not want to become Summerclan's leader? Head honcho over an entire clan, your word is law, and basically immortal? I thought that's what every kit in the nursery dreamed about."
Markedpelt shrugged, "I mean I could've done it, if I had to. I stepped up because the clan needed someone."
"I would've done my best, maybe done a great job." Markedpelt went on.
"But I don't think I'd have been happy." Markedpelt said. "Those few days when it went from simply stepping up to really feeling the weight of responsibility made me realize it wasn't whatI really wanted."
Grasslizard didn't look convinced. "Really? 'Weight of responsibility'? How hard could it possibly be? Assign a few patrols, make sure everyone has enough to eat, talk about how superior we are at gatherings; if anything, Ratstar makes it look too easy. But I guess it's not for everyone. If anything, I think you would've done good, Markedpelt."
Markedpelt chuckled waving his tail. "You'd certainly think that. I did when I stepped up."
"But being leader means the clans wellbeing is on your shoulders. It's not just giving orders and talking us up, leadership means being a guide. Being a mediator to resolve their problems. Not just feeding them and ensuring they survive, but making the clan thrive."
Markedpelt chuckled. "Ratstar makes it look easy, and I have the utmost respect for him."
Grasslizard had never thought about it like that. He definitely wouldn't be suited for leadership if it meant solving everyone's problems; he had a hard enough time solving his own. "Yeah, he's pretty cool," he agreed with Markedpelt, before glancing over to his other side. "What do you think about being a clan leader, Turtlesplash?"
Turtlesplash had zoned out as they started talking.
He blinked open his eye. "I mean... I never really thought about it... after I lost my eye as an apprentice... I kinda thought my life was over," he admitted.
"But I see cats like Chimerastar and Ratstar as leaders and... I could be leader."
"If I didn't have crippling anxiety," Turtlesplash said simply.
"From what Chimerastar taught me, leadership kinda has a habit of picking you whether you want it or not..."
"Then it's just a matter of stepping up and answering the call."
