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Markedpelt perched atop the highest point in the camp. It was a bit unstable but he wanted to make sure he could be heard. He didn't take the position at the leader's point because, while their leadership had completely poofed, Markedpelt was not SummerClan's new leader.
IF he'd known stepping up and trying to help the clan keep moving would somehow be seen as him taking up that role Markedpelt would've kept it a bit quieter. He didn't mind helping and serving his clan, but he was still adjusting. And he certainly didn't want that many lives resting on his shoulders, especially since leadership of a clan was not something he could do alone. He'd have to lead patrols into battles, make difficult decisions that could mean life or death. And Markedpelt wanted none of that.
Fortunately, Graythorn had informed him that he'd received a vision. So the only big decision Markedpelt would have to make for SummerClan was who would mentor the future cats of the clan.
"All right everybody I'm about to do ceremonies and stuff! Cause... they're really overdue okay?" He practically sqwauked out thanks to nerves. Then he looked down at the cats, and then cleared his throat composing himself. Then in a more clear and confident voice he continued.
"I appreciate you all listening to me and all, and we managed to get through this rough patch mostly okay. But I'm no leader. But that doesn't mean that what you have accomplished." He looked at the two apprentices who knew this would be coming. "Is any less. Even though we sadly don't have a leader to recognize you, you will be recognized as warriors properly in your turn in the eyes of the clan, and in the eyes of StarClan." Markedpelt said somberly lifting his head to look at the stars that were starting to appear above.
"So first I would like for Slippaw and Scorchpaw to come forwards." Markedpelt meowed beckoning for the two siblings to step up. "You two have accomplished a great deal, you have completed your training, and earned your warrior names and your proper place. The stars look down on you from above, and our clanmates around you I would like to bestow them upon you."
After he finished naming the two, Markedpelt beckoned Blackberrykit over.
"It is time for the training of our young to continue, and Blackberrykit is now 6 moons old, ready to begin training. So from this moment forwards, you'll be Blackberrypaw." Markedpelt said. "And I will take you on as my apprentice." He said.
Markedpelt let out a breath as he finished the reassignments. "And that wraps up the ceremonies, but not the end of news. I know many of you have been wondering why I haven't gone and made my leadership official. Well that is because I knew I was not the cat for this position, and StarClan agrees. They have sent Graythorn a sign my friends, they speak of a cat in Twolegplace who they have picked to lead us. So come tomorrow I will lead a patrol to Twolegplace to find our true leader!" (Link to patrol that finds Rateye/star in Twolegplace here)
Slipaw - Sliprabbit, now - was beaming from ear to ear as she stood proudly alongside her sister in front of the entire clan, receiving her warrior name at long last. It had been a day the pretty silver tabby dreamt about ever since she was a little kit, and while it was bittersweet that she would not be a warrior for her birth home of Waterclan, she was still pleased that most of her remaining family was present to support her and her sibling. As Markedpelt wrapped up the ceremonies, the newly made warrior immediately bounded across the clearing over to where her aunts Tinybreath, Thunderstorm, and Rustyheart were sitting together with her cousins Motyxiatoxin and Pinetempest. "We finally made it!" Sliprabbit squealed excitedly, nuzzling her surrogate mother Tinybreath lovingly, while the petite black she-cat returned the gesture.
"I'm sure your mother is smiling down on us right now. Swangrace would be so proud of both of you."
Mudthistle enthusiastically cheered for her promoted clanmates from her place close to the warriors' den beside her mate Crimsonlife. The pair had formally announced to the clan that they were expecting kits; the first proper Summerclan litter of Newleaf. But the slender brown havana couldn't help but feel apprehensive at Markedpelt's news. Their new leader was coming from the twolegplace? Would they know anything about clan traditions at all? Her tail instinctively curled around her plump belly, as if trying to protect her unborn kits as she sent a worried glance towards the Medicine Cat Den. While she trusted Graythorn with her life, she wasn't particularly confortable with bringing her kits into the world under the leadership of a complete stranger.
The newly named Blackberrypaw buzzed with excitement, his paws tingling. He ran up to Markedpelt, energy surging through his small, dark gray body. He touched noses with Markedpelt, a spark shocking his nose. "When can we start training?" He asked excitedly, hardly able to believe he was out of the nursery at last. He turned and his green gaze searched for Lemonspeckle. When his eyes landed on his father, and he saw the smile and pride in the warrior's eyes, Blackberrypaw purred. It rumbled loudly in his chest.
Markedpelt watched Sliprabbit bask in her accomplishment. His ear twitched at Blackberrypaw's question and he turned to focus back on his apprentice. "I'll be looking for our new leader tomorrow, but if there's still daylight after we get back we can do a sunset/dusk territory sweep."
Mudthistle enthusiastically cheered for her promoted clanmates from her place close to the warriors' den beside her mate Crimsonlife. The pair had formally announced to the clan that they were expecting kits; the first proper Summerclan litter of Newleaf. But the slender brown havana couldn't help but feel apprehensive at Markedpelt's news. Their new leader was coming from the twolegplace? Would they know anything about clan traditions at all? Her tail instinctively curled around her plump belly, as if trying to protect her unborn kits as she sent a worried glance towards the Medicine Cat Den. While she trusted Graythorn with her life, she wasn't particularly confortable with bringing her kits into the world under the leadership of a complete stranger.
Crimsonlife didn't know what to think about this whole matter. A new leader coming from twoleg place? It sounded way too absurd. Why not chose some cat within the clan? He could think of several likely candidates for the position other than some stranger. Well, whatever came of this he knew for sure that he'd protect his family with his life. He felt unease coming from Mudthistle and right now he needed to reassure her that everything will be alright. Giving her a loving nuzzle he meowed, "Change always brings uncertainties but they're not all bad, some can be good. Remember when Graythorn brought a shy little homeless kit into the clan? Although I wasn't to pleased about it then, right now I wouldn't change a thing."
Rabbitpaw sat next to Graythorn with a fluffed coat. She was nodding a bit enthusiastically when the ceremonies concluded and the announcement was finished. “I can’t believe StarClan sent you a sign, Graythorn. That’s really cool.” Her smile was evident, it was so wide that her whiskers seemed to even perk up. “I wonder what the leader will be like...”
