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The air was damp and chilly, a constant soft mist of water raining down on the open field, slowly washing away most signs that there had ever been a Leafbare here, albeit for the random small piles of snow covered in dirt and debris. In spite of the bad weather, a large mass of cats had gathered together beneath Summerclan's high rock, staring up from where they sat in the mud and wet grass up at a complete stranger staring back down at them.
Everything about this felt strange and uncomfortable to Rateye, or Ratstar, as he was apparently called now. The past day or so had been a complete whirlwind from the moment a bunch of ghosts showed up in his dreams, insisting that his destiny was to lead a group of sorry saps out beyond the twolegplace. When he had first come upon the patrol, he nearly kept his trap shut and didn't say anything about his visits from Starclan at all, only finally asking for answers when he realized how important this was to these 'warrior cats'. From there he was given probably the worse crash-course on clan culture there ever was, dragged partly against his will to a shiny pond where ghosts granted him what he was pretty sure was immortality, and only then was he officially brought before the cats that destiny had chosen him to lead.
Ratstar certainly didn't look like a leader; he was a ragged and scraggly tabby tom, more skin and bones than muscle or fat. He looked like he hadn't had a decent meal in moons, and hadn't groomed his fur in even longer. A snaggletooth poked up from his bottom jaw, matched by the brutal scars that formed in the place where his one eye should've been. His other eye, a dashing yellow-green in color, stared cautiously down at the sea of unfamiliar faces that he was now supposed to care for and call his clanmates. This rouge was in over his head, and everyone knew it.
"Listen, it's pretty freakin' obvious I'm not who you expected. If I was in your paws, I probably wouldn't've picked me either. And honestly, I still don't know why your whacky ancestors decided on me, besides that fact my grandma or something used to be one of youse. But...they did. I heard 'em, I saw 'em with my own eye, and they gave me the extra lives and everything...hurt like hell, actually. I don't know your names, or your code, or really anythin'. All I know is that these ghosts want me to protect you, so who am I to say no to that?"
Taking a breath, he stole a glance over his shoulder towards Lemonspeckle, the kind tom that he had chosen to be his right-hand.
"I've picked ol' Lemonspeckle here to be my...Deputy, right? Yeah, Deputy. He and Graythorm are gonna teach me all of your traditions and such, so I don't screw anythin' up. For now, I'll take any questions you've got, provided you introduce yourselves first. As for me...I suppose I'm Ratstar."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 25, 2020 16:53:42 GMT -5
A gray tabby she cat gracefully stepped forward and dipped her head respectfully. "Hi, my name is Gentlebreeze. I'm a senior warrior," she meowed with a pleasant smile. "Glad you're here."
Dustfeather paced along the outskirts of the assembled cats. His sister was among the first to greet the new leader. He had been on the patrol who found Ratstar and he wasn't too fond of the idea to bring him back to the camp. He thought Starclan would chose a better suited cat for the job, not a crow food eating scavenger. He'd let the rest of the clan greet the new 'leader'. For now he'll just hold his peace and watch him to see how well he does.
Edited Jan 25, 2020 16:55:02 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Redsky grinned at the new leader. He was thin and perhaps a big scraggly but StarClan chose him for a reason. He remembered when he first came to SummerClan, at least he was only a warrior and not the leader. At least he had his mate and adoptive children at the time, even now he still had his daughter. So the red tom decided he would do his best to be kind and treat Ratstar like family. Of course he never thought of his efforts would overwhelm or scare the tom. Turning away from the rock after the announcement was completed he made his way to the prey pile. The fat squirrel he had caught this morning was still there.
Carrying it over to Ratstar he sat it down in front of him. “I thought you might be hungry. I’m Redsky, another senior warrior.” He dipped his head in greeting. He had heard about Ratstar a little bit from his daughter who had been on the patrol to find him.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2020 22:36:06 GMT -5
Rustyheart eyed Rateye, Ratstar, whatever, not looking particularly pleased. "Is this the cat StarClan sent, or just some deranged creature you dragged off the street?" She questioned, her tone incredibly blunt, and probably more rude than it ought to be. For a SummerClan cat, she wasn't particularly warm, but maybe that's because she was only half SummerClan, and both her parents had raised her in WaterClan, to boot. She, well, actually, she was still pretty rude if you got to know her. But at least one could say this wasn't particularly unusual, if inappropriate.
The ghostly form of Vulcan couldn't not take the chance. He'd sort of gotten his name around the former WaterClan cats, namely because he was the grandfather to cats like Chimerahunt, Rustyheart, Thunderstorm, and the like, all of Phoenixstar's descendants, really, as he was the late WaterClan leader's father. In perhaps the most dramatic way possible, he walked up, silently of course, in that ghostly way of his, behind Ratstar, then literally walked into him, until his head poked out the new leader's chest. He tipped his head upside down, then to actually look up at the tom. "Is this the part where I say 'boo,' or 'welcome to SummerClan'?"
"Oh, Vulcan, don't be such a grump," Poppypaw interrupted, turning her bondi blue eyes to the new leader, "I'm Poppypaw, the best Garden Keeper apprentice in the Clan, it's nice to meet you, Ratstar!" Poppypaw made sure to stand on Ratstar's good side so he could see her clearly. The apprentice's pale white pelt looked like a cloud, soft and pillowy, broken up only by her auburn mask and hind legs. He would not know she was an apprentice not only because he did not know what an apprentice was but also because as she was nearly full-grown. She was wearing a flower crown if twisted evergreen strands, small pinecones and juniper berries.
"I made this especially for you, welcome to the Clan! I make the best crowns so next time you want one just ask, 'kay?" At her feet was a similar evergreen crown but this time decorated with poinsettia, blue rose petals and baby's breath. It was probably one if her best works. She lifted it up the the leader's head and purred, "There! Now you look the part. Just promise me you won't eat the red flowers."
There were things that Ratstar more or less expected to happen, as he thought over this introduction while being led into Summerclan territory for the first time. He expected that there would be some cats that didn't like or trust him such as Dustfeather, who had been giving him the stink eye from the moment they met, or that rude rusty-furred chick. On that same note, the rodent-like tom also expected that other cats would be more welcoming towards him, either at least sympathetic towards the circumstances or overtly trusting in their ghostly ancestors. Even though he knew it was likely to happen, the new leader still let out a silent sigh of relief at Gentlebreeze and Redsky's hospitality, greeting and thanking them both with a dip of his head, while still greedily eyeing the juicy and plump squirrel.
Of course, when he looked back, he did not expect to see a cat's face sticking out of his chest and staring up at him. There was only silence at Ratstar blankly stared down the ghost. "Buddy...I've been seeing dead people for the past three weeks. It's nice to meetcha an all, but could we not do this now?"
Any sort of reaction from the ghost, apparently named Vulcan, was quickly interrupted by another unexpected event; the literal ball of sunshine that was named Poppypaw. Ratstar barely had time to register what she was saying before he felt a soft weight being placed on his head, a pretty flower crown, just as beautiful and well-made as the one adorning her own head. "Uhhh..." he stuttered, left temporarily stunned by the kind gesture. "Yeah, I won't eat the flowers or anythin'. I-It's nice...thanks." I am going to treasure this thing forever. I've known Poppypaw for exactly five seconds, but if anything happens to her I'm going to kill every cat in this forest and then myself.
Lemonspeckle, though his eyes were shining with surprise still that he had been named deputy. His chest was sticking out with pride, his tail wrapped firmly around his paws. He had never really thought about becoming deputy - he had been perfectly content with being a warrior for the rest of his life. But perhaps that was why he was the best choice. He was not ambitious in the way that drove him to madness. He was true to himself. The pale tom watched Ratstar rather fondly. He was definitely an odd tom - odd might have been an understatement. Still, Lemonspeckle could see that there was something in him. Something deeper. Something good that SummerClan needed. And apparently, though from the two-leg place, he wasn't completely foreign. He did have a little clan blood running through his veins.
A flash of dark gray, contrasting Poppypaw's light pelt, shot up beside the she-cat, nudging her slightly as he beamed up at the new leader. He was a fresh apprentice and cared little for clan politics at the moment - he didn't know enough about them to become wrapped up in what was right or wrong. He just wanted to be one of the first ones to greet their new leader. "Hi! I'm Blackberrypaw!" His voice was loud and confident, his green-blue eyes burning with a fiery excitement. He talked incredibly fast, shooting off everything that came to his mind. "I can't believe you made my dad the deputy! That is so cool. Are you nervous? Want me to show you around? How'd you lose your eye? Are two-legs ugly? I've never seen one before," he added, with a flick of his ears. He whipped his head toward Poppypaw, "That's really neat by the way," he pointed at the crown with his tail. "Can you make me one of those? I wanna look like Ratstar!"
Ratstar let out an amused snort as yet another tiny tot shot up to greet him; a little tyke who still had some kitten fluff sticking out around his beaming face. Unable to keep up with Blackberrypaw's mile-a-minute questions, he instead focused on the comment that stood out to him most. "So Lemmy here's your father, eh?" He asked the youngster, glancing slyly over at Lemonspeckle. "As much as I should say I'm surprised, I ain't. Though now I'm wonderin' if I made the right choice; a Deputy and a father? The she-cats'll be all over your pa now, kiddo."
"Come on now, Rustyheart, be respectful. Like it or not, he's our new leader." Tinybreath tried to hide her giggles at her sister's snarky comment, instead playfully batting her lightly on the shoulder. The small black she-cat wasn't really sure what to make of the newcomer, but considering she was only half-Summerclan by blood, she didn't think it was particularly her place to judge. The apprentices seemed to like him, which slightly surprised her. Looking over to her other side, the warrior could see her newly-promoted niece Sliprabbit bouncing in her seat, the silver tabby eager to introduce herself to the new leader. At least some things never changed.
Mudthistle fidgeted in her spot, claws digging nervously into the wet grass as she absentmindedly shredded the blades. Although she herself was born a rouge, being brought to Summerclan at the ripe age of three moons meant that she barely had any frame of reference to what cats from twolegplace were like. Part of her was somewhat existential, considering whether or not she would've ended up as hungry or beaten up as Ratstar looked, had she not been separated or abandoned by her own mother. But for the most part, she was apprehensive. Having just announced her pregnancy, her entire focus right now was the potential future of her clan and her kits. She turned to Graythorn, who was sitting beside her. "Are you really sure he's the one? Why would Starclan choose him?"
Mudthistle fidgeted in her spot, claws digging nervously into the wet grass as she absentmindedly shredded the blades. Although she herself was born a rouge, being brought to Summerclan at the ripe age of three moons meant that she barely had any frame of reference to what cats from twolegplace were like. Part of her was somewhat existential, considering whether or not she would've ended up as hungry or beaten up as Ratstar looked, had she not been separated or abandoned by her own mother. But for the most part, she was apprehensive. Having just announced her pregnancy, her entire focus right now was the potential future of her clan and her kits. She turned to Graythorn, who was sitting beside her. "Are you really sure he's the one? Why would Starclan choose him?"
"He's the one," Graythorn replied to his adoptive daughter. "As for why StarClan would make such a choice, I don't know. We never know why StarClan does what they do. If it had been up to me, I'd have chosen a healthier looking cat but with some proper care and a good diet, I'm sure Ratstar will get stronger." Truth was he'd had picked some cat from within the clan but who was he to question the wisdom of their ancestors? But cats from their clan hadn't worked out recently as leaders either. Perhaps they'll finally gain some stability with Ratstar. He was tired seeing leaders come and go faster than the seasons.
Poppypaw was annoyed that Blackberrypaw shoved himself between her and Ratstar despite that literally being what she just did to Vulcan. She gave him just the hint of a glare before taking a step back to let him have a little more space; that apprentice was rowdy and she did not want him messing up her fur. Besides, she could tell she had made a good impression on Ratstar already, he had accepted her grown, after all. She gave her chest a few strokes before glacnign back at the new leader and was surprised to see Blackberrypaw eyeing her. She broke out into a big smile when he complimented her Ratstar's crown. He had good taste; maybe he was not so bad after all, "Of course, I'd love to make one for you! It's too bad blackberries are not in season, they make great dye you know, it would look great with your fur!"
