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Her mismatched gaze was critical but not harsh as it landed on the other feline. This was intentional; whoever would accompany her into this next phase of her life had to be able to handle her intense gaze and penchant for critique. The duo sat near the waterfall. Since claiming her throne, she had taken to this spot as one to hold her meetings. The roar of the water behind her was comforting, and the expanse of slowly growing ice had fascinated her even in her youth. She had also found that it was one of the quieter places in the territory, especially now. The sunset reflecting in the frigid waters was one that many NightClan cats failed to see. Most of the warriors wouldn't rise until the sun had fully set across the horizon. Perhaps it was cruel to hold such an important meeting so early in the typical NightClan day, but personally, Aspenstar felt most at peace watching the sun slowly set. To her, it was perfect timing.
"Thank you for meeting me here," she meowed after a moment, patting the space next to her with her tail. "Please, sit. We have much to go over."
(this response was 100% much better previously but proboards or my internet decided my last reply I tried to post wasn't worthy)
When she entered the location of the meeting place she took a brief moment to take in the scenery. While the roar of the waterfall could be described as deafening she found this location to be peaceful. It was a rare moment of peace and tranquility that differed from the hustle of everyday clan life. She only allowed herself a small moment before she turned her attention to the leader sitting in front of her. The mismatch gaze was critical and filled with an intensity that Duskveil was used to. A similar look that she has received many times from her fellow clans mates. Many believed she didn't belong in Nightclan and would be more suited to live in one of the sun dwelling clans. Her sunset colored eyes held the leader's gaze. Her eyes couldn't be described as bored, but rather relaxed with a smoldering fire hidden in the depths. Her large bat like ears peaked forward catching the words 'Please,sit. We have much to go over.' the meeting and the words spoken to her peaked her interest. She padded across the short distance with a graceful gait. Her paws stepping light on the ground beneath her. She took up a spot near Aspenstar and sat down. Her thin whip like tail curled around her paws. Her posture was relaxed, but focused on the meeting.
"You wanted me to meet with me?" She asked with curiosity tone in her voice, because she was interested in why the newly named leader has asked to meet with her this early in the evening. Before the sun had disappeared behind the horizon and before many of their clan mates had awoken from their slumber.
Aspenstar tilted her head to the side slightly as the cat approached, her gaze monitoring every aspect of the other feline: her gait, the way she held herself, the tone of her voice. These were all pieces of information, pieces that would inevitably help her as she moved forward, data points from which she could draw her future decisions.
"Yes," she responded after a moment. "I apologize for the time." A small smile crossed her otherwise analytical expression. "There's something about the way the sun refracts that is ... calming to me. A moment of quiet and contemplation before the rat race of the day begins."
She shifted slightly, before glancing back to the water. The glow of the fading sun was ephemeral, divine. The two sat in the silence for a moment, before she shifted her attention back. As much as she would love to watch the sun be consumed by the horizon, there was work to be done.
"Do you have any idea why I have brought you here?" Her voice was genuinely curious. She doubted that the feline did- her motivations were often fuzzy at best and unclear at worst. Still, there were looming signs. She was the new leader of the group; she needed a deputy. Would the other feline intrinsically know that this was what it was about, that she was vetting her for the position?
"The sunset is rather peaceful. I often would wake up early as an apprentice to watch it dip behind the horizon. I have to agree the moment of quiet is a welcomed one before the day begins." She replied moving her gaze to look towards the sky. Seeing how the colors bleeding into the twilight that followed. Her eyes turned back towards the leader. Do you have any idea why I have brought you here? the words could be over the roar of the falls. She pondered them for a moment. As she thought about the meaning behind words, the strange meeting time, and the new leader seeking her out of the blue. It hit her, like she had fallen in the cold water beneath the falls. She felt her posture being to straighten up to make sure she wasn't slouching. Leaders without a deputy didn't seek out random warriors, unless for a given reason. No previous leader had ever awoken her this early to have her meet away from the rest of the Clan.
"I have the slightest idea, it has something to do with your leadership." She replied her voice steady and something like a small twinkle of a flame lit behind the sunset color of her eyes. They gave away that she had more of an idea what the words meant than what she was letting on.
"You're a smart cookie," she meowed with a wink. Aspenstar was still trying to find the perfect balance of her normal charm and the leaderly air she was now supposed to radiate, and sometimes, her real nature just couldn't be contained, no matter how hard she tried. As she would age into her leadership more, the young feline would come to realize that her spark was one of the best things about her, but for now, she was still unsure. "You don't have to watch your posture, by the way," she meowed in almost a teasing tone. "I'm fully aware how uncomfortable sitting with your back perfectly straight is." She herself often found her body had a natural slouch to it, and even with moons of practice, she often found her shoulders rolling forward.
"As it seems you already know," she then continued, her voice regaining its more formal tone, "I have a gap in my staff that needs filled." Preferably sooner than latter, she found herself thinking. NightClan had seen a rough few moons; they deserved to have a full, dedicated staff again. "I've been keeping my options open to find the perfect candidate, and I've been watching you the last few days. I've brought you here today because I think you show the potential necessary to fit the role. I make no promises about the outcome of my decision, but I wanted to sit down with each of my finalists to get to know each of you, your strengths and weaknesses, and decide from there which of you truly has what it takes."
She paused for a moment, allowing the other cat to understand the gravity of the meeting, before offering a nod. "Do you have anything you'd like to say immediately?"
The comment about her posture had Duskveil immediately relaxed her spine fell into it's natural position. The tension in her shoulders seem to dissipate. She felt strangely comfortable around the leader and it was a first for her, and one that she wondered about. She listened closely as Aspenstar confirmed her suspicions about the meeting. The confirmation made her feel mixed emotions. She would be lying if she said she wasn't slightly nervous. She had never viewed herself worthy of consideration for such a high position after being met with ridicule her whole life. The small gesture of consideration lit a fire inside of Duskveil she felt a strange confidence growing inside her heart. She was determined to show her worth to Aspenstar. To show she had what is takes. She shook her head no that she didn't have any comments or questions yet.
Perhaps that was part of the reason that she had selected Duskveil as a contestant in the little game she was beginning to play. When explaining why he chose her to succeed, Phantomfox said that NightClan needed a leader who had no demons. Aspenstar had lived a perfectly normal life. She was the top of her training class, her family was loving and gracious, and she had never met an adversity. Duskveil, on the other hand, had. Aspenstar had witnessed it happen first hand when they were younger, a brief memory of feeling badly for her, but not badly enough to intervene. Maybe Aspenstar was looking for someone who had seen more of the darkness in the world than just SunClan. Perhaps it was something completely different? It was sometimes hard to quite distinguish her motivations.
"These questions may get progressively harder to answer and I may ask you to elaborate at any point," Aspenstar warned, "but in exchange for your patience, I will tell you my last question so that you may prepare while we chat. At the end of the meeting, I will ask you both why you have a desire to serve NightClan at such a high capacity and why you believe you deserve the chance." Her tail twitched slightly as she babbled out the words she had spent most of the previous night preparing. They hadn't come out just as she intended them to, but that was alright. Her point would get across.
"Oh!" she meowed after a moment, as if she had forgotten an important detail. "For every question I ask, you may ask one in exchange. Use your questions wisely; they will provide me deep insight into what information is most vital to know." This was a strategic move, as it would tell the leader more about how she processed information and determined its relevance. Such a skill was vital in making quick decisions in times of crisis.
"I hope these instructions are clear enough, but if they are not, I'm more than happy to elaborate. It won't even cost you a question," she meowed with a wink, before tilting her head.
Duskveil sat focusing on every word. While a large amount of information had been thrown at her in a small window of time. She grabbed onto every single word trying to think five steps ahead. Thinking what kind of information she would ask Aspenstar as apart of her questions. She pondered the question that Aspenstar had stated she would ask last. She nodded her head in agreement that she understood the instructions. She prepared herself for the first question.
"First question: what is your favorite memory?"
That was an easy question she knew the answer it came to her as natural as breathing. "My favorite memory would have to be from when I was a kit. It was shortly after my mother has passed away. My father and brother were all I had and we were close. My father wanted to make our childhood joyful as much as a single father could. He would sneak us out of camp much to the queens disapproval. Then take us out into the territory near the falls. We would lay down on our backs looking up at the stars. He would point out patterns in the stars and tell us stories. Great warriors, leaders, medicine cats from the past! Stories about fierce battles where Nightclan was victorious! The stories always made me wonder about the stars. He always said it was my mother's favorite pass time and he want to share that little piece of her with my brother and I." As she told the story small portions of her outer shell began to crack. Her lips curled into a smile at the thought of the happy memory.
"Now my question for you. What are your thoughts on being Nightclan's new leader?" She asked the question the smile replaced by a look of wonder.
Aspenstar hoped that she didn't overwhelm the feline, but if she did, that was also good information to know. She watched the feline's body language closely; it seemed that she understood the rules of the game, and she seemed to be holding her own.
When Duskveil explained her favorite memory, the leader could not help but to smile. Youth was a simpler time, and she could see that opening with the question allowed the other to be a little bit more comfortable with the discussion. Good, that had been her intention. "That sounds lovely," she purred, her tail tip twitching back and forth. "That's the one thing I really love about NightClan, the fact that we are always under the stars. I couldn't imagine sleeping through their beauty."
Aspenstar took a moment to respond to her question. It was a loaded question, one that she wasn't exactly sure how to best answer. After a moment, she decided that it was best to be as transparent as possible. "I have so many," she mewed with a faint laugh. "I thought there would be more pomp and circumstance. As a kit, I always dreamed of the day that I would be Aspenstar. I worked so hard to rise through the ranks, and I thought the moment I finally did would feel so much different than it actually did. I thought the day I gained my lives would be the proudest day of my life. Maybe it would have been, if I'd made the typical warrior deputy to leader path my own. Instead, it was the scariest night of my life. I didn't understand why Phantomstar thought I was the one to pass the buck onto. I spent most of the night of my ceremony wondering: would StarClan reject me?" The doubt she had experienced at the beginning had been overwhelming. She had accepted his offer, but she didn't understand why. "They didn't, though. God, the feeling when I received my last life, it was euphoric. Not in the way I had anticipated, of course, but all the same." She couldn't help but smile. "Now, though, I feel a little more sure about myself, and sure that I will lead NightClan back to where it needs to be. We have struggled in the last year, been mostly eclipsed by the chaos, and I do not want that to continue to happen. I have hope that with time, we will be a force."
The leader then blinked, preparing for her next question. "If you could change one thing about your life in NightClan, what would you change?"
Duskveil smiled in response to Aspenstar's comment about the memory Duskveil had share. The memory was from simpler times, but one that she held very near and dear to her heart. She listened rather thoughtfully as Aspenstar shared her thoughts on her newly acquired leadership. The mention of dreaming as a kit rising through the ranks brought Duskveil back to her own memories from her youth. Dreaming about being deputy, a dream that seemed near impossible when she was growing up. The mention of Phantomstar choosing Aspenstar in a nontraditional way, was a feeling that Duskveil couldn't begin to imagine. The ginger she-cat sat there marveled by the other she-cat's respond. Then the mention of the struggles that Nightclan has endured over the last year caused Duskveil's heart to ache in her chest. Watching clanmates over the last year lose friends, family members, comrades in the chaos.
"If I could change one thing about my life in Nightclan it would to be in a better position to help my fellow clanmates. To protect them from the chaotic energy that is brewing beyond our borders. While I can vaguely remember a time when Nightclan was less involved with the other Forest Clans. That is being born near the end of Shearstar's leadership. I was born in a small window of peace after The Brotherhood attack Nightclan. I grew up hearing the stories about the rogue group that dwindled our numbers. About the greatness this clan once was, before that attack. I do feel that we've lost our way when we began to involve ourselves in the chaos that is the other Forest Clans. That Nightclan has received multiple exhausting blows leading to the point where we are now." Duskveil answered her gaze hardening at the memories of past battles. The she-cat had several faded scars on her pelt from battles that she didn't believe in, but had followed due to her loyalty to Nightclan. She could still feel the burn of the claws scraping her pelt.
"I will use that to ask my next question. What is your stance on the sun-dwellers that cause chaos beyond our borders?" She asked hoping to gauge where Aspenstar's head was regarding the other three forest clans.
