Post by 86 on Jun 21, 2018 10:03:47 GMT -5
Sometimes we have different opinions than others. This is clearly shown when warriors doubt the choice of a new deputy. We cannot know for sure if they're right to disagree with a leader's choice, but we can hopefully find out.
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"May all cats wise enough to make their own decisions gather beneath the ancient stump for a clan meeting!"
A voice rang out across the forest clearing. Cats stood from where they sat, and calmly walked over to the voice's source. They sat in a neat, organized matter, green, amber, and blue eyes staring expectantly up at a brown tabby she-cat with eyes of gold, and a feathery tail drooping over the side of the stump of which she sat on. She looked down to the cats that that gathered beneath her, studying each and every one of them carefully, as if they were her own newborn kits.
The she-cat cleared her throat and began to speak once more when she concluded that everyone was present. "As we all should know, our previous deputy, Thistlefur, has gone missing. I have waited patiently for his return, but it has been a full moon since he disappeared. To keep our clan going, I am forced to choose a new deputy." The she-cat dipped her head after speaking, as if in respect for the cat mentioned in her speech. Afterwards, she once again looked upon her clanmates, however, this time her eyes wandered to a specific one. After a few-second silence, the she-cat cleared her throat, and in a loud, clear voice, she made her announcement.
"I say these words before StarClan, in hopes that they may hear of and approve my choice." The she-cat took a deep breath, as if in careful thiught, before finishing off with a final few words. "Nightstep will be the new deputy of TreeClan."
Cheers rang out throughout the clearing, and cats chanted the new deputy's name. "Nightstep! Nightstep!" Soon enough, a black cat with icy blue eyes and a white tip at the end of a long tail walked to the front of the clearing. The tom dipped his head to the leader which sat upon the stump, and spoke.
"Thank you, Willowstar," the cat spoke. "I will be sure to honour my warrior ancestors and those above me, and I will do my best to lead TreeClan to victory when the time comes. Though I may never be as wise a leader as you, I will be sure to keep your spirit within the
"Are you so sure about that, Nightstep?" Heads turned to face a white tom with black dapples and eyes as green as the forest itself. Eyes narrowed, and angry voices drowned out the silence that filled the clearing after the tom's intervention.
"Who are you to doubt the choice of the leader?"
"The choice of leader is the choice of StarClan! You wouldn't doubt StarClan, would you?"
"What's your problem? Aren't you happy for Nightstep?"
"Are you obiecting because you want to be deputy?"
"Pipe down and enjoy the ceremony!"
"Geez, who made dirt in his mouse?"
"Quiet." The voice seemed to take away the others. When the cats turned around, they expected to see Willowstar glaring at them, however, it was instead Nightstep. "I want to hear why Dappledpelt objects to our leader's decision."
(Wip because it's a pain to write on mobile. Continuing this on my laptop.)
[-x-]
"May all cats wise enough to make their own decisions gather beneath the ancient stump for a clan meeting!"
A voice rang out across the forest clearing. Cats stood from where they sat, and calmly walked over to the voice's source. They sat in a neat, organized matter, green, amber, and blue eyes staring expectantly up at a brown tabby she-cat with eyes of gold, and a feathery tail drooping over the side of the stump of which she sat on. She looked down to the cats that that gathered beneath her, studying each and every one of them carefully, as if they were her own newborn kits.
The she-cat cleared her throat and began to speak once more when she concluded that everyone was present. "As we all should know, our previous deputy, Thistlefur, has gone missing. I have waited patiently for his return, but it has been a full moon since he disappeared. To keep our clan going, I am forced to choose a new deputy." The she-cat dipped her head after speaking, as if in respect for the cat mentioned in her speech. Afterwards, she once again looked upon her clanmates, however, this time her eyes wandered to a specific one. After a few-second silence, the she-cat cleared her throat, and in a loud, clear voice, she made her announcement.
"I say these words before StarClan, in hopes that they may hear of and approve my choice." The she-cat took a deep breath, as if in careful thiught, before finishing off with a final few words. "Nightstep will be the new deputy of TreeClan."
Cheers rang out throughout the clearing, and cats chanted the new deputy's name. "Nightstep! Nightstep!" Soon enough, a black cat with icy blue eyes and a white tip at the end of a long tail walked to the front of the clearing. The tom dipped his head to the leader which sat upon the stump, and spoke.
"Thank you, Willowstar," the cat spoke. "I will be sure to honour my warrior ancestors and those above me, and I will do my best to lead TreeClan to victory when the time comes. Though I may never be as wise a leader as you, I will be sure to keep your spirit within the
"Are you so sure about that, Nightstep?" Heads turned to face a white tom with black dapples and eyes as green as the forest itself. Eyes narrowed, and angry voices drowned out the silence that filled the clearing after the tom's intervention.
"Who are you to doubt the choice of the leader?"
"The choice of leader is the choice of StarClan! You wouldn't doubt StarClan, would you?"
"What's your problem? Aren't you happy for Nightstep?"
"Are you obiecting because you want to be deputy?"
"Pipe down and enjoy the ceremony!"
"Geez, who made dirt in his mouse?"
"Quiet." The voice seemed to take away the others. When the cats turned around, they expected to see Willowstar glaring at them, however, it was instead Nightstep. "I want to hear why Dappledpelt objects to our leader's decision."
(Wip because it's a pain to write on mobile. Continuing this on my laptop.)
