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Post by Wildheart on Dec 23, 2009 18:00:39 GMT -5
Darkstar leaped onto the Step Ledge with a massive jump, clearing all the steps. She sighed and cleared her throat, which had closed in grief.
"May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Step Ledge for a clan meeting!"
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Post by Sacrifice on Dec 23, 2009 18:14:55 GMT -5
The large tom had been out hunting; obviously. Frost clung to his whiskers, but in his maw, he clutched several large bits of prey. Shaking the snow from his dark pelt, Somberthought trekked forward, intent on getting some sleep, when Darkstar’s voice rang through the camp. Ears pricking up, the scent of grief was slowly filling the camp, something that he hadn’t noted earlier, when the prey had been filling his senses. Ears pulling back, the tortishell tom glanced around, green eyes narrowed slightly, as he looked to see what exactly was the issue. Under the scent of grief, there was the scent of fox, and death. Something had…died? The fox was obviously dead, but there was a different scent in the air as well, the scent of something dead that he knew all too well; his mind just refused to accept it. He had come to the clans to avoid death of felines as well as he could; and to mock Infernostar, but that was a matter for a different time, somewhere else. Besides, nobody knew of his past here, and that was all that mattered; he had been able to clean his slate and start fresh, something not many were ever able to do.
There was something wrong; that much was obvious. Stepping forward, despite the ice in his paws, Somberthought wove his way through the crowd of apprentices and warriors, not even he being able to make a joke, despite the crowd. Ears flattened against his skull, the large tom looked up at the highrock…and froze. Where was Illusionbreak; the deputy? Darkstar would have never called a meeting without her deputy and friend. Was he the one who had died? Was that even possible? Deputies were suppose to live until they became leader, and then die; it was what the stories had always had happen. They weren’t untouchable, but that didn’t mean they were killable. Worry flashing in his green eyes; Somberthought glanced around rapidly, looking for the familiar small white and black form of the deputy, the cat he had grown to respect despite the oddity of the small tom. As the time passed though, and as more and more cats filed in without the deputy showing up, there was no truth to face but the one right in front of him. Illusionbreak was gone; and with that single acceptance, grief seemed to crash down on the tom, though it was hidden.
Who was Darkstar going to choose for deputy? Probably someone clan born; she wouldn’t trust someone who had been from a mysterious past, one who had shown up suddenly on the border and then accepted into the clan. It just didn’t work that way; he had been in a clan for many moons, just not this clan. He knew how they worked.
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Post by Swiftpath on Dec 23, 2009 23:43:59 GMT -5
Foxstorm An orange tom emerged from the Warriors Den, sleep in his blazing amber eyes.
Foxstorm lifted his masked face to Darkstar, what was going on? Meh, it didn't matter, he was at the meeting and /that/ is all that mattered.
The dark hearted tom stifled a large yawn, showing his unusually clean teeth. Why did the meeting have to be now?
Foxstorm didn't want to come back to reality, he just wanted to be in /his/ reality. Where his mother was there, and his father.
He cursed under his breath, he really needed to stop thinking about his careless parents.
"Back to reality." he sighed lowly.
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Post by Wildheart on Dec 24, 2009 9:51:32 GMT -5
Darkstar looked down at the gathering cats, and with a last glance at Illusionbreak's body, raised her glittering eyes to the sky,
"EmberClan, a very sad thing has happened today. Illusionbreak is dead." She turned her eyes back to her clan. "He died when our patrol ran into a fox, and he came along and fought it. He died bravely, with no regrets, and although he shall be missed, it is time to appoint a new deputy, for it is leafbare, and the clan needs a strong one."
Darkstar brushed her tail around the Step Ledge, waiting for the muttering to stop. As it finally seceded, she raised her head, eyes closed, to StarClan. "I say these words before the body of Illusionbreak, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice," Darkstar hoped that the fine deputy would like her new choice.
"Somberthought will be the new deputy of EmberClan." [/color] |
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Post by Swiftpath on Dec 24, 2009 12:54:08 GMT -5
Foxstorm
Foxstorm lifted his ears as he heard of Illusionbreak's death. Cure those foxes to the dark forest, or wherever they went, let them rot in the ground.
The amber warrior nodded in agreement as Darkstar chose her new deputy.
Yes, Somberthought would be a good choice, probably not as good as Ilusionbreak at this point of time, but maybe later on in the job.
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Post by Talonheart on Dec 28, 2009 11:47:07 GMT -5
scarheart looked up to his leader and he sat at the entrince of the medicen cats den to sore to walk he had faught hard agents the fox but was knocke oncounches by a mighty blow by the fox. when he woke he had a gash in his sholder and a riped ear. his scar that gave him his name had broken open again and was bleeding sense morning. he was ues to the pain but did not want to walk to the meeting for he knew what it was already about. his poor friend and deputy Illusionbreak had ben killed by the fox. he swore to him self that when he was better he would hunt that fox down and kill it.
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Post by Sacrifice on Jan 30, 2010 22:39:16 GMT -5
It was shock that hit him first; he had been so certain that it would not be he who would be named, but some other warrior, someone who’s loyalty had been ever since kithood. Ears swiveling forward, for a moment, there was silence in the camp as everyone absorbed the news; they seemed to be as shocked as he was about this whole thing. Green eyes closing for a moment, the tom took a deep breath, and nodded slightly. Yes, he could do this, if he had the right determination for it. He could face down whatever was thrown in his way; he had before. Although last time, everything had caught him in the backlash, forcing him to come here and prove himself once more, leaving his past behind him. Raising his gaze once more, this time the tortishell tom’s eyes were clear, glowing brightly in the light. He would not be the same as Illusionbreak; no cat was a carbon copy of another, but…he could do just as well as a deputy as the other tom had been. At least, he could always hope, anyway.
Stepping forward, head held high, Somberthought jumped onto the deputy’s platform, his head dipping slightly to Darkstar first, and then, to his clan. Yes, no longer just the clan, but his clan; it had a nice sound to it really.
”It is with a great honor that I take this position. However, even honor cannot match the sadness of having another warrior fallen. Foxes belong only in the darkest of forests, and because of them, one of our own has fallen; but he was not alone. With him, he took the fox as well; giving his life to protect that of his clan’s. I did not speak much with the black and white tom, but from what I had, he gave me the impression that this was how he would like to go out; saving his clan. I will fill those paw steps with all that I have; just as deputies have before my time.” The tom’s hushed tones carried far over the dead silent cats below; his rich voice ringing softly throughout the forest, green eyes holding the audience, sorrow deep within their otherwise unreadable depths. Tonight, he would mourn the loss of a comrade, of a fellow warrior, and tomorrow, he would start showing them that he was true to his words; that although he wouldn’t be the same as the deputy before him, he was a wise choice.
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