A flash of orange bolted from the warrior's den into the main area of the camp; the warrior had bolted out of the warrior's den at the sound of Graystar's noble call. His golden eyes fixed upon the blue-gray tom, lingering on his every word. Thunderfang felt his limbs numb from the chill of leaf-bare; to him the worst part was not being able to get enough prey to fill the bellies of every cat in the clan. The golden cat had slightly longer fur than most, so he was warmer, but no where nearly as warm as Bearstrom was. The cat glanced over at the thick fur of the long haired cat and softly chuckled to himself. The cat quickly turned his attention back to Graystar, but his thoughts consumed every heartbeat in the dreaded anticipation of what was going on; 'I know a new deputy needs to be chosen, but I hope that the clan isn't pressuring Graystar to make a decision without allowing him time to think it over. As much as I want to be deputy and serve my clan, I will do whatever is asked of me. Graystar knows best, so whether or not I am chosen, I will respect his every wish and command. That is my job as a warrior!' The muscular cat became slightly tensed, but quickly made himself calm down with a shake of his head and a deep breath. Bearstrom had been sitting at the edge of camp, discussing with Softpaw about different ways to hunt and fight, since she had asked. The large tabby cat had heard Graystar's camp and as a result, he walked over to sit where his leader could be heard. The cat was at ease and uncaring at the moment, just wanting to enjoy the cool weather. You would love it too, if you had thick, long fur. Even the warrior's toes had fur growing out from between them! 'I really just want to be out of the cave right now. I wonder if this is just an announcement to send out patrols. It seems like something Graystar would do so it would be done more efficiently than going from cat to cat.' The cat gave a yawn and glanced over at his brother and sister, whom had just joined them. Softpaw had just finished talking to her brother, Bearstorm when their leader had called a meeting. The cat glanced around for her mentor, Nettlefang, wondering where he could be. The elegant she-cat decided to wait until later to meet up with him and sat down beside Cloudpaw. Her rounded yellow-eyes were fixed on Graystar. Cloudpaw had bolted out of the apprentice's den and sat down beside Softpaw. His nose was running from the cold and the goofy tom's fur was quite the mess. He had missed his chance to groom himself before he gathered around, knowing very well that these meetings could be easily missed if a cat wasn't paying attention. He looked up at his mentor with his large, blue, curious eyes.
(Sorry I combined Cloudpaw's and Softpaw's paragraphs. I was just trying to get something posted really quick. And sorry I didn't respond sooner)
Graystar looked down at his Clan fondly. "I would like to announce who the new deputy of PineClan is. I know I didn't follow normal procedures for choosing, as this has been much longer than a day, but I know that StarClan would want me to take my time and make the best choice for our Clan," he meowed then continued, "I say this so that StarClan may hear and accept my decision...."
((Sorry if it's short, I'm in class trying to label the parts of a human body and my teacher is like "get to work!"))
(It's fine. Also, Gah! Another cliffhanger!) Mistdrop looked silently up at Graystar. She looked over at Thunderfang. Graystar would probably choose him. She turned her head to see Foxflame pad into camp. He padded silently over to her and sat next to his sister, sighing. "Graystar's choosing the deputy." she whispered to him. "Cheer up. For all you know he could choose you." Foxflame shot her a glare. "I don't want to get my hopes up. Thanks." he hissed.
Sparrowstripe was interuppted by Greystar's Call. She narrowed her eyes. This had better be good. She thought, turning towards Greystar. Sparrowstripe leaped her way to underneath the rock. She sat down, looking up at her leader. Choosing a deputy, i presume? The suspected, tail swishing impatiently.
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"Nettlefang is the new deputy of PineClan!" He announced, his loud voice booming around the camp. His tail twitched as he anxiously waited for everyone to reach, so that he could make sure no one was too upset. He would've chosen another cat, but he was sure that Nettlefang would make a great deputy. He blinked his eyes down at the gathered cats and continued waiting for their response.
Mistdrop cheered. "Nettlefang! Nettlefang! Nettlefang!" she called. Foxflame only flicked his tail and huffed. He didn't call the new deputies name, he just sat there. He didn't dislike the choice, but he didn't like it either. He licked his paw and his tail swayed. Can I go back to what I was doing now? he thought.
Graystar nodded, contently. "Alright, Nettlefang will handle the patrols from now on," he meowed. He suddenly felt like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders; he was no longer leader and deputy, but now he was just the leader. He wouldn't have to organize patrols and make decisions for the Clan. He breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll be in my den if anyone needs me," he meowed and walked into his den to think about who should go to the gathering in a few days.
Foxflame snorted and Mistdrop watched him go with a sigh. She wondered if she should tell him how she felt. Nah, okay, maybe. She shrugged and padded after him. "Hey, Graystar, wanna go for a walk. If you're not too busy, I mean." she asked. She could at least talk to him, right?
Post by ☼ Sorrelleaf ☼ on Sept 1, 2015 16:41:10 GMT -5
Cloverpaw's ears perked up as he heard Graystar call the clan from the Highrock, and he trotted over, glancing back at Snowleaf before he sat down. Tilting his head up towards the young leader, he listened to the short announcement. Oh, Nettlefang's deputy. Good choice. The young apprentice called, as was customary when a ceremony was performed, "Nettlefang! Nettlefang!" He hoped everyone else would approve as well. Dappleclaw quickly got to her feet as the leader called a meeting, and walked over to the warriors den, where Thunderfang was bolting out of the entrance. She entered and took a quick glance around, seeing no one else. Good. Everyone better be awake. She spotted the two warrior apprentices in the main area, and, satisfied that everyone was present, walked over to sit next to Sparrowstripe to listen to the leader.
She wasn't surprised with Graystar's choice, though perhaps a tad disappointed. Oh, shut up. Nettlefang's older than you, and less aggressive. He'll make a good deputy. She opened her jaws and shouted, "Nettlefang! Nettlefang!" Martinpelt nodded at Willowfrost. "Sure, sounds good," she meowed, just as Graystar called the meeting. She looked behind her as Thunderfang dashed out of the den and Dappleclaw dashed in, coming out after a few seconds. Purring with amusement both because of Thunderfang sleeping late and Dappleclaw trying to herd everyone out, she looked up at the Highrock, waiting anxiously for Graystar's decision.
She nodded in approval, and cheered, "Nettlefang! Nettlefang! Nettlefang!"
"Um, sure," Graystar said and stood up just as he had laid down. He stretched stiffly and looked at her. "Where do you want to walk to?" he asked her, and sat down again, waiting for Mistdrop to tell him where they were going. He couldn't explain it, but she always reminded him of someone, but as he said, he had no idea who. His mother was a gray tabby, so that certainly wasn't it, and the only other girl that had really ever been in his life was his sister, but she was almost identical to him, though without the white on her. It was perplexing to say the least. (oenomaus)
The orange tabby choked back his disappointment and dissatisfaction. The cat's face becoming bitter for no more than a second and he forced a smile out and bowed his head in approval to Graystar. The cat's could not lie about his true feeling, but if Graystar felt that Nettlefang was best for the clan, he was not worthy enough to argue with it. The cat rumbled in his thundering voice, "Nettlefang! Nettlefang!" His heart was inevitably heavy from the choice, but he would always sacrifice any and everything for his clan, including his own dreams. Thunderfang took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for just heart-beats time, before reopening them and truly accepting Graystar's choice of deputy. The orange cat turned away after Graystar had dismissed them and he padded away silently. If Nettlefang needed him for a patrol, he would send a cat in his direction; right now he was just desperate to get out of camp, he'd much rather to feel to cold of leaf-bare than listen to the clan cheer on the new deputy and congratulate him. Softpaw had cried out her mentor's name when he was announced at deputy. The cat bounced over to Nettlefang and chimed, "Congradulations Nettlefang!" The cat was quite joyous that he of all cats had become deputy. The golden-brown she-cat purred sweetly, "It seems you are going to have a lot of trouble ahead of you, if you never need me to skip a day so you can send out patrols and help out there, I wouldn't mind!" The apprentice sat down and wrapped her tail around herself and waited for the warrior to find some space to breath after he finished getting congratulated. Bearstrom had called out, "Nettlefang!" several times in a row, and had happily approved of the new deputy. With a chuckle, he made his way over to the tom and rumbled, "Congratulations. Now, if you don't mind, are you ready to start sending out patrols?" The warrior slightly teased the older tom, but he was also serious. It was leaf-bare, they had no time to waste with patrols. Days were shorter and nights were longer, prey was scarce and bellies were hungry. The cat did a feel a little bit of pity though, being good friends with Thunderfang, he knew the tom was probably depressed with the choice, but his good nature would never rebel and only show the kindness he always had. The warrior decided not to mention Thunderfang to the new deputy and awaited anxiously for patrols to be given out. The white colored tom was a bit at a loss of what to do. His mentor seemed like he didn't want to be bothered at the moment, but the tom wanted to get training. As cool as it sounded to have Graystar has his mentor four moons ago, that rapidly began to change as he became too busy to train Cloudpaw often. The cat was envious of his sister, her mentor was made deputy, accepted well by the clan, and she would still obtain the proper amount of training she would need to become a warrior. Cloudpaw shook his head and laughed to himself, "Oh well, the longer I am an apprentice, the more I can play." The cat trotted around in the cold cave, wishing to play in snow as the cold nipping, leaf-bare winds danced by outside of the camp. The cat rolled over and aimlessly batted at the air.
Nettlefang dipped his head in respect to Graystar and said "Thank you, Graystar. It is an honor and I will be sure to do the best that I can for the clan." Then he turned to Softpaw and said "It's alright, Softpaw I'm sure everything will go just fine. But if it comes to it and we have to take time off, I'll let you know." Then he turned to Bearstorm and said, "Actually it couldn't hurt to send out a hunting patrol. If you want you can join the patrol along with Softpaw and Foxflame."
(Fox: Yay!!!) (Late derp) "The waterfall maybe?" she asked. It was a peaceful place mostly. The beating of the water soothed her. It would be a good place to go. "Or, if you have any suggestions." she meowed to her leader. "Cause I'm really fine with anywhere." As long as I'm with you. she added in her head to herself.