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They all knew. It has rippled through the clan quickly. Violetstar had confined herself to her den after the burial. Mourning hadn’t ended for her. She blamed herself. She was the one whom had convinced Hazelstorm to join the clan, she was the one who had taken her from the soft life of a kittypet. Made her deputy, and put so much on her. Hazelstorm had gotten sick after jumping into the waters to save two kittypet kittens from drowning. The cold had got her. She’d gotten so sick, and nothing that Goldrush was doing, was helping. Violetstar mourned her deeply, her heart aching as she had lost yet another friend to an invisible enemy. How many more would she lose?
Then came the next part. She had to pick a deputy, and the sun was beginning to set.
She stold to her paws, licking her chest furs down. Her eyes were sore from sobbing, and she truly hoped it did not show.
The feline maxe her way from the den, then placed herself on the rock.
“All cats old enough to catch their own fish, please gather.” It was time.
Wyverndelirium rose to his paws and headed toward the rock. He had no time to get to know the deputy, but her loss reminded him of many others, so he was mournful all the same. He drew his golden tail around his paws as he sat down and looked up at her, waiting. She must be announcing the new deputy, it was near time, and he cast a curious glance about.
Coralreef bounded over to sit by her uncle, eyes sparkling and grinning wide in delight. The clan’s dour mood had no effect on her. “Who do think it’ll be? This is so exciting!”
Silvermist, who usually was quite cheery and bubbly, cast a sorrowful gaze to her leader. Although she hadnt taken the time to get close to their previous deputy, the thought of an unfortunate and sudden death of a clanmate, nonetheless a deputy, made her feel sick. The beautiful ditsy silver tabby she-cat took a seat next to Wyverndelerium; not a word spoken from the usual chatty warrior. She fixed her hazey attention to Violetstar. Although the leader seemed to hold her composure quite well, Silvermist could only imagine what she really must be feeling and having to force herself to be strong for the sake of her clan. That was a true leader and Silvermist admired her for that. Even though the grief stricken tabby wished there was a way to reverse time and save Hazelstorm, she couldnt help but feel curious. She scanned the camp, trying to guess who the new deputy would be.
As the clan gathered below her, she was silent. Watching them, observing each cat before her. Violetstar didn’t feel as if she had truly been able to mourn her friend, as she also had to think deeply on who she would pick to become the next deputy of WaterClan. She knew this time, though. It must be a cat whom had survived the sickness. Not a cat who had come after, a cat who was strong enough to withstand whatever was thrown at them...
Jaysolstice padded up to his Clanmates and sat down, curling his grey tail over his paws, he fixed his dark blue gaze onto Violetstar. He felt sorry for her, she was in a tough position and the Clan had already lost so much, the death of Hazelstorm was shocking to say the least but he was interested in who Violetstar was going to name as the next deputy.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 24, 2019 14:21:44 GMT -5
Goldrush remained in the shadows of his den. He perked his ears to listen but his heart still ached. He felt directly responsible for the deputies passing. He had not been able to save her. He was a medicine cat for starclans sake! There should have been no excuses. He should have been able to save her. His frustration and guilt had kept him up at night. But starclan rarely spoke of their underlining reasons. Perhaps they intended to weaken his skills to bring about a new deputy. But to let him suffer for it? To let a at die instead if simply informing him or Violetstar. The ancient beings of the stars frustrated him.
Meanduringwolf peered from the entrance of the nursery. Her kittens snoozing soundly in her nest int he warm milk scented den.
Tinybreath huffed impatiently as she attempted to herd her nieces and nephew back into the nursery. Her sister's kits were just old enough now to grasp the basic ideas of clan politics and promotions; which meant that they were eager to play active roles in the clan. "You heard Violetstar," she chided in an even tone, trying not to get too frustrated with them. "None of you are big enough to catch your own fish yet. Just stay here until I get back, alright? It'll only take a minute." After finally getting them settled down, Tinybreath took a seat beside Meanduringwolf; she didn't trust the mischievous kits enough to go across camp to sit by her brother Wyverndelirium, though it looked like he had enough company anyway. "Just wait until they get older," she amusedly warned the other Queen.
Bluepelt, still getting used to his new role as an elder, wandered across the clearing to sit down beside his son Jaysolstice, giving him a warm smile before turning his attention to the new leader.
Gravelshell, on the other hand, remained close to the elder's den with her daughter Yuccablossom, watching Violetstar with sympathetic interest. Picking a Deputy was always one of the hardest jobs to have; it was emotionally difficult to choose a new one so soon after losing a trusted friend. But it was the Warrior Code; it had to be done. The question that remained was who the leader would decide on.
"No need to worry any longer, your charming brother has finally arrived!" Just like his sister Coralreef, Oceanscent also really wasn't paying attention to the general mood around camp. Instead, he took a seat right next to his sister with a dramatic flourish, sweeping his tail across the ground to brush it off before he actually sat on it.
Once the clan had gathered, she began to speak, her voice loud over the sound of the waterfall. “As you all know, we lost Hazelstorm last night to sickness. Though she was not with us long... she was a wonderful deputy, and friend.” Her last word seemed to linger in the cavern. Her eyes still holding a pang if sorrow, and almost seeming to threaten with a tear overspill, but the sight only lasted for half a second as she forced herself to keep speaking. “The Time has come to choose a new deputy.”
Her head raised just slightly. “I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirit of Hazelstorm and our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of WaterClan will be Chimerahunt.” There was no stammer, no joking tone to her voice. It was real, and she was serious. Violetstar swept her gaze across the crowd and to the named warrior. Despite his previous reputation, the tom was a very trusted cat to the leader.
“Yeah, Dad!” Coralreef broke out cheering. She was one of very few voices. It was a ridiculous choice, naturally, but she was pleasantly amused by the joke. Had they planning this just for her and her brother’s return to the clan? How exciting and kind!
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He followed her gaze to the sorry heap of ginger lying at the edge of the group as if he’d hardly been bothered to attend; watched as the new deputy stiffened as he processed the words and slowly lifted his head; and then Wyverndelirium could not contain himself any longer. He loved his brother fiercely, but he couldn’t let this happen.
“Violetstar!” he called, stepping down and bowing his head respectfully to her. “I beg you to reconsider. With all due respect... he cannot be deputy. He is selfish, stubborn, and most of the time, quite useless. I know this because he’s my brother. I’ve seen him at his worst and I’ve seen him at his best, and even that... leaves something to be desired. A great deal, if I’m being perfectly honest here.” His tail swished, and he looked around at his clanmates. Many of them knew just as well as he did why the bitter waste of prey could never be their deputy. “Chimerahunt cares nothing for anyone, barely for himself, and he is the only cat he had ever served. You need a deputy that will serve his clan, one that loves his clanmates, not a cat that would sell them all out just for a fish. We can’t have a deputy that will ruin this clan just because he doesn’t like the way a kit looked at him!”
“Wyverndelirium.” She responded back, her eyes oddly cool as she spoke to the tom, her full attention on him. “I understand your concerns, but I trust him with my life. I know the cat he truly is, and what he is capable of. Unlike some who did not stay,” she paused, brows raising,”I have seen how much he does care for his clan. I have made my choice, and a leadee’s word is final, remember that.” Referencing the warrior code was always a must when making a questionable decision to others. Though, Violetstar remained very calm and level headed, perhaps because she knew she might be questioned.
"You CANNOT be serious, Violetstar!" This time it was Tinybreath, Chimerahunt and Wyverndelirium's younger sister, who was standing up against the leader's choice. The small black she-cat immediately bounded across the camp, the worries about her deceased sister's kits temporarily forgotten as she took her place next to Wy, glaring icy daggers at the leader. There was no way she'd let this pass without a fight. "How can he," she gestured back to where the aloof black sheep of their family sat, "Lead the clan when he cares about nobody but himself! For Starclan's sake, he doesn't care about any of us, he doesn't even care about his own kits!"
"Did you hear that?! My dad's the Deputy! That practically makes me royalty!" Not even a minute after the decision and Oceanscent was already bragging to any cat that was close enough to hear him. He obviously wasn't as happy about it as Coralreef, but was more than willing to use this opportunity to get more members of their clan to notice him. Finally, someone would actually notice him! Suddenly catching Tinybreath's words, his ears twitched and he glanced up towards the argument nonchalantly. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I can't remember the last time I had an actual conversation with him. Was he...I'm not even sure if he was at Reedstalk's vigil when he died from ripple cough...hey, Coralreef, was dad there when we buried our brother?" There was a small pain in his chest when he mentioned his brother's death, which was weird, because Oceanscent was positive he had spent more than enough time ugly crying over the body, and then over the grave.
Violetstar gazed at the cats opposing her decision, her eyes narrowing to small slits now. She had already reminded them of the warrior code, and they had blatantly ignored her words. “Enough!” Her tail lashed, furs fluffing up just slightly as she forced her voice out, oddly strong. She had never had to get this way with her clan so far, or with any cat really, so it was something new they were seeing in that moment.
Wy flinched at her words like she’s struck him with a paw. Unlike some who did not stay... He flexed his claws against the hard stone, angry she had thrown his concerns back into his face. If she trusted his brother she was a fool, and he couldn’t imagine where she had gotten the idea in the first place: when has Chim been anything beyond useless? Violetstar has given him an apprentice, but he had assumed that was only because healthy mentors were in short supply, and Wy hasn’t seen them go training once. Was their leader blind or confused? Why was she so stubborn?
“Violetstar, please reconsider,” he pleaded. His ears pinned back and head lowered, hesitant to evoke any more of her wrath, but he had to give it one last shot. She claimed she knew his brother cared, but he knew Chim never had, and soon enough she would see that truth as well. After all, his brother had refused to even come with their family when they were fleeing the clan, but had remained behind, probably hoping he’d die so he never had to see them again...
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Coralreef cocked her fluffy blue head to the side. Had their father come to his son and daughter’s funerals? It had been a while ago, and she didn’t like to think about that; Reedstalk had been too sour and Scarysiren so serious, but she still loved her family, and it made her kinda extremely-dark-and-crying inside. That was a scary feeling. “I think he came around for a little bit,” she mewed slowly, then nodded, and smiled again as it came back to her. “Yeah! He didn’t say anything but he came and took a quick look. Dad does care about us, sort of!”
She looked up in surprise at the leader’s tone. She sounded awfully strict and loud and maybe a bit angry and Coralreef didn’t like that. But at least her decision was final! “Hear that? You really are royalty now,” she giggled, nudging Oceanscent.
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He had been silence since the announcement. He had not expected it, and his first instinct was to deny the position just as his family wanted him to; Violetstar was deadset on dragging him into the light and forcing him into service of his clan when he wanted nothing more than moons more of peace to sulk and forget himself and pretend he had nothing left to offer. He had already given his clan so much; wasn’t that enough? Did he have to give the rest of his life too?
As the others spoke up in protest, Chim looked away, his eye squeezed tightly shut. He would have expected them to protest, but their words were salt under his skin. How could his other brother and sister believe so strongly he cared for no one but himself? Didn’t they understand that he had given his clan his all, even if they weren’t there to see it?
His paws longed to flee, but this was not a situation he could run away from. Nor was hiding an option. His eye opened and he set his jaw, standing up and staring defiantly over the crowd. The deputy did not want this, and he never had - but if his leader asked it of him, who was he to deny it? His sharp look dared anyone else to disagree as he met Violetstar’s gaze and nodded his acceptance.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Feb 26, 2019 21:59:31 GMT -5
Annoyed over the audacity of a warrior to question their leader not once but twice, the medicine cat stalked out of the den. He swept his golden gaze across the cats gathered. "Violetstar has spoken and StarClan has heard her choice and has accepted it as their will. Do not be so foolish as to pick a fight with StarClan." he said casting his gaze from the clan and resting it on Chimerahunt. As if he knew the cats reservations and was secretly warning him of StarClans plausible rage. He then looked to his friend and leader with a small nod of his own approval. While he had not received any indications or signs from StarClan about this choice he trusted her judgement.
Rustyheart was probably the last cat to ever defend anyone in her family. The she-cat was bitter, and largely isolated herself from both family and clan, though she had an incredibly strong sense of duty that hadn't faltered, even as her relatives died and fled around her. If there was anyone she identified with, besides her littermate, it was Chimerahunt. They had never been close, content to keep to themselves, but they'd both survived the sickness, watching their clanmates die around them. Besides if her older brother was really so self-absorbed, why had he stayed in the first place? It would have been wiser, safer, to leave.
So, inexplicably, the orange feline was the first of his sibling to step up to his side, her green eyes cold as her glare settled on her other siblings. "Who better?" The arrhythmic feline snapped. "We have the blood of leaders, both SummerClan and WaterClan, coursing through our veins, and, more than that Chimerahunt was here. When the sickness came, he could have valued his own life more and left with everyone else for the other clans, but he didn't. Not when dad died, our mother lost one of her last two lives, or even when his own kits died. How dare you call him selfish, when he risked his own life by staying in WaterClan? If you have a problem with it you two can go back to SummerClan. Don't let the waterfall splash you on the way out."
She was an angry cat, angry at her parents, her siblings, with StarClan, and world as a whole for cursing her with an affliction that would kill her before she could ever find true happiness. But at least Chimerahunt had been within reach, when the rest of her family had left. He'd lost as much as anyone else, and somehow he was still moving. That alone, was commendable, and she turned to the newly named deputy, her gaze still rigid, heart beating far too fast for her own safety. "Congratulations. Mom and dad would be proud." And once Phoenixriver found out her son would one day lead the clan she'd once led herself, she'd be ecstatic. Lightningswift likely felt the same way, looking down at Chimerahunt from StarClan, or so she assumed.
With her piece said, she turned and stalked to the warriors' den, just managing to curl up into her nest before passing out due to the sheer stress she'd put on her already delicate heart.
His lips curled into a sneer as he glanced over at the medicine cat. He saw no proof that StarClan had accepted him, and was skeptical that they ever would. That didn't matter very much to him, either, so it wasn't the end of the world if he angered them. Intentionally or not.
As Rustyheart stepped up to his side his expression slackened in disbelief. Of all the cats to support him, he never would have picked out the former Guardian; they barely spoke and she was the only one with the anger to rival his sheer bitterness. It wasn't just that she didn't speak out against him, or stay quiet - she supported him. He said nothing as she spoke, but his half gaze trailed her back to the den, uncomprehending, still struggling to understand why she would speak out in his favor.
Violetstar let her gaze linger upon her clanmates, but decided to say nothing else upon the matter. She tore her gaze away, and disappeared into her den, ready to finish mourning her lost deputy.
