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The past few days had been quite long. Gardeniacrown had been working tirelessly to make sure that the clan had been directed as they should. Duties being assigned, patrols sent out so that the cats of SummerClan wouldn’t be without direction. That was her duty as deputy, anyhow. The orange tabby was truthfully exhausted, her eyes glazed over and her paws felt like rocks. So heavy she could hardly lift them. It was when she returned from a hunting patrol that a cat rushed to her to deliver the news.
The sick Basilstar had passed while she had been away. Fogeye gazed at the shocked feline expectantly. The middle aged tom awaited for Gardeniacrown to speak, but she said nothing and only dropped the plump mouse she’d been carrying. “Gone..?” Suddenly the cloud that seemed to have covered her eyes had lifted, but her facial expression seemed blank, as if she were having trouble processing what the warrior had just told her. The deputy stumbled forward, her world seeming to rock and sway. Their leader had just died. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, her balance off and the voices echoing in her ears.
Arsenicedge, who'd healed well and had just been out on his first hunting patrol since joining the clan, felt the words like a blow. Though he'd only been a part of the clan for close to a moon he'd only found himself liking the cats here, Gardeniacrown in particular, so seeing her so downtrodden and upset made his stomach turn. Quickly he moved forward, his large body pressing against the deputy's.. no leader's.. own while her whispered in her ear, quietly so only she could hear. "Grieve for her later Gardeniacrown, your clanmates need you strong right now." He knew what loss felt like. It dragged at your very soul but those in power did not have the privilege to break from that pressure.
Basilstar couldn’t be gone. It was impossible, the feline had nine lives! She’d only just recently became leader... unless.. Basilstar hadn’t gotten her lives. But why? The questions flew in her mind but she had no answering. Her head swam, but then she suddenly felt a cat pressing into her body, steadying her staggering legs.
His voice brought her back to reality and she found herself mutely nodding. Arsenicedge was right. The clan couldn’t see her buckle under the sudden pressure. It was not just loss she felt, but now the weight of an entire clan on her shoulders like a heavy rock. “Right..” her tongue felt like it was covered in sand, but she pushed the word out.
"When you're ready you should call a meeting." He urged quietly, his gaze running over her features to ensure she wasn't going into shock. It was so unfortunate this responsibility had been placed on her shoulders so quickly but from the time he's spent watching her devotion to the clan, he had no doubt's she'd make a good leader.
Foxwhisper sat silently outside the medicine cat den, her blue eyes stormy with a mixture of heavy set emotions. Basilstar, their newly appointed leader, was now, suddenly dead. The idea was not only disheartening, but eerie as word spread it was a sudden illness that took her. What if this illness spread? What if it took more cats' lives in the process. What also confused and shocked the ginger she-cat was the fact Basilstar had not received her lives yet from Starclan. The mystery of it all had Foxwhisper in a silent conundrum.
Dovecloud broke Foxwhisper's distant thought process as her small yet strong body grazed supportively again Foxwhisper, catching the she-cat's stormy gaze. Dovecloud offered her a small but understanding smile, her own bright pair of light blue eyes holding just as many questions, her sweet smile help melt away at some of the tension that hung in the air. Thanks to the floods, Summerclan had taken in so many new cats, all of which brought with them their worries and woes of losing their home. It had taken a while, but the weight of that devastation had began to lift as refugee cats began to make their new homes in Summerclan. Cats were beginning to laugh again, talk, and get along and now this. Dovecloud took her gaze away from Foxwhisper and scanned the camp. Summerclan had gone through many trials and through and through they would always come back on top. The she-cat was sure they could do it again.
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Hickorysplendor sat stoic, her posture straight and unwavering despite the invisible weight of shock that sat on her silvery black shoulders. Her vivid greenish yellow eyes stared ahead blankly before catching the familiar sight of the just newly appointed deputy, her brows furrowing slightly as she watched the deputy seemingly receive the bad news. With the sudden weight of responsibility the clan took as refugee cats entered and joined Summerclan, the clan didn't need the additional stress and devastation of the death of their leader. The she-cat's concern grew as her eye tore off the deputy and scanned the camp as more and more cats emerged from their dens or patrols upon hearing the news. Though it didn't show, Hickory was concerned, her eyes searched in silent desperation for a face that she knew had the ability to make her doubts go away...
Gardeniacrown struggled. The sudden weight of the clan rested on her shoulders, and in truth, she was far too young to take on such a large job. Even when she’d been appointed deputy, she’d hardly had the time to train her first apprentice into a warrior. Now, here she was, to take on the role of leader. She was now expected to continue cleaning up after the messes of past leaderships and deaths.
She felt like her lungs were going to collapse, and her vision dulled. Gardeniacrown staggered for a few steps before she found her feet. All at once her vision cleared as she forced herself to focus, Arsenicedge’s voice in her ear. He was right. A meeting had to be called. These cats would look to her now, and even though she was crushed on the inside, she couldn’t be seen as weak as she felt.
The orange tabby feline slowly picked her way to the leader’s spot, her yowl sounding through the camp. Though, she really didn’t need to call them all at this point. Most cats had already gathered and whispered the news. She supposed this was just a formaility meeting at this point.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 14, 2019 11:12:35 GMT -5
Graythorn left his den at the sound of the summons. Bonefang, a newly appointed elder and two others were preparing Baislstar's body for the vigil tonight. Too many leaders had come and gone these past few moons. Was StarClan angry with SummerClan? Will they send devastation upon them? Fresh in his mind were the three clans who were destroyed by flooding. Some of the cats from those clans had made SummerClan their new home. Now will this clan be lost as well? He wished Basilstar would have gone to the Moon Creek with him sooner, at least before the sickness struck her. She'd have eight lives left if she had. Only he and she knew she hadn't gone yet. They planned to go before the next moon. Now that was too late, way too late.
An exhausted sigh escaped his chest as he made his way over to the already assembling cats. Sitting down in the place reserved for the medicine cat, he looked up at Gardeniacrown wondering how she'd cope in all this. One thing for sure is he'd insist she go to the Moon Creek right away to receive her nine lives.
The she-cat found herself breathing in deeply as she tried to focus her vision. She waited to make sure all cats had gathered, eyes glancing down at Graythorn before pulling them away and looking at the crowd as they bustled before her and whispered, and those who were silent and had their heads down in mourning. The clan looked almost.. broken.
Gardeniacrown felt a mixture of emotions, yet all she felt now was... numb. She cleared her throat, then spoke. “As.. most of you know.. Basilstar did not make it through the sickness. It claimed her life, and now she rests with the stars.” She paused, her facial features softening. “Which means it’s my turn, as deputy, to now take the role of leadership.” Her stomach was turning, and she felt like she were about to vomit, the heat in her cheeks flaring as she tried to keep her composure. “I will travel tonight and ask StarClan to bless me with the lives of a SummerClan leader. When I return.. I will announce the deputy.” Her words ended, and she felt as if she could hear a rock drop.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Oct 20, 2019 16:24:00 GMT -5
Good! Graythorn thought. At least I won't have trouble convincing her to go meet with StarClan. His mind wandered to his stores of herbs and he mentally ticked off the ones they'll need for the trip. He'd have his apprentice take over his duties while he was away. It shouldn't be more than a full day and night.
