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It had been a unique few days for the feline. Since the half moon, it felt like, her life had become... not necessarily more complicated, but complicated enough. She had found her brother's children and had brought them back to their rightful home. She had gone to a party with SwiftClan. So many things had happened. And now? Now she stood on the announcement rock after hearing equally unexpected news- Duskveil was no longer to be deputy. The rule was within 48 hours (i think? maybe its 24 in cannon?) a new deputy had to be selected. She had considered all of her options at length, just the way she had the first time that she had declared a deputy. Phantomfox, her loyal guard captian, was out of the question. Although he served as a pseudo deputy any time she needed assistance, she needed him to lead the guard. Z was another strong contender, and the trust that she had in the she-cat was large. Yet, she didn't want to ruin the relationship they had by adding this stress of work. Violetglass wasn't a bad option, but she was worried the she-cat's disposition may rub others the wrong way.
So, where did that leave her? Her tail tip twitched as she looked over the crowd one last time. She believed her decision to be the right one, but she couldn't help but to just make sure. After resting her mismatched gaze over everyone in the group (both to confirm her decision and confirm the fact that Pinesimmer was in the medicine cat den - not that she assumed that would stop him from annoying her), she cleared her voice.
"Fellines of NightClan, I come to you today with a heavy heart. From this point forward, Duskveil will no longer be serving our group as deputy. Please thank her for her service to the cause; it was well appreciated and well noticed." She paused, allowing other cats to murmur to themselves for a moment as they considered this piece of news. "This leaves us with a leadership gap that must be filled. After long consideration, I have made my decision."
Her eyes finally settled on the other she-cat, her gaze warm. "Larkspur, you have demonstrated that you are qualified for this role. Please step forward."
A whirlwind rushed through Larkspur’s mind as her name was announced, the she-cat’s blue eyes widen in shock. Her life had shifted so much in the last few months. From being just an average member of the clan, to one of Nightclan’s elite members. And now, here she was, in a leadership position she would’ve never expected to be given. She dips her head as Duskveil’s name was mentioned, it was a loss to the clan that the she cat would no longer be able to lead.
After her moment of silence, the black feline takes a step forward, the look in her eyes surprised but full of pride for the clan she loved dearly. “Thank you,” she murmurs, smiling at her leader.
"NightClan, please give Larkspur, your new deputy, a warm welcome!" the leader called, eyes glittering with pride for her clan as they all hooted and hollered.
As Larkspur, and any other member of her staff for that matter, knew, it was rare for her to give anyone a full smile. Perhaps this was because she was embarassed; her full smile was more crooked than police departments during the Prohibition. Perhaps it was that it was a very rare occassion for her to be satisfied enough to smile with both sides of her face. It was likely that no NightClan cat would never know why exactly. Yet, despite this unlikelihood, Aspenstar did just that - gave her friend and now deputy a full, lopsided smile. She then touched her nose to the newly promoted deputy's head. "May StarClan light your path," she then meowed loudly enough so everyone could hear it, repeating the old tradition she had only just recently brought back to ceremonies. Then, her voice became quieter, quiet enough that Larkspur would be the only one who could understand her. "You deserve this more than anyone else in the clan, or I would not have chosen you. I do not make mistakes. Remember that," she meowed lowly, recalling the conversation they had had previously about Larkspur's own nervousness about her position in the Loyal Guard. Her mismatched gaze burned. "Do not convince yourself otherwise."
Turning back to the group, the leader grinned again. "May the celebrations begin!" Aspenstar gestured to the feast that had been set up while the others had been distracted by her announcement. A little pomp and circumstance never hurt, right?
While everyone else probably enjoyed the happy atmosphere and celebrations, Dawnbringer couldn't bring himself to care. His eyes narrowed at the newly named deputy from his position in the crowd, tucked away at the back. It felt like Larkspur had only been named a member of the Loyal Guard a few days ago - and while he had no opinion of anything then, it was hard not to now. It wasn't that the tom had anything against her. No, in fact he still hadn't even said one word to her. It also wasn't the feeling of envy or jealousy, since Dawnbringer didn't care about the position. Instead, what held his hard was the feeling of loss and anger.
That was where his sister belonged. He could still remember the excitement and nervousness that Duskveil had when she had been named deputy, and how she swore to always put the clan first. She was the most loyal cat that he knew, and now she was gone. Her fate wasn't even certain yet, and he had just learned of it not that long ago. This was all too fast, and no one was even mourning her. She had been replaced so quickly, it was hard for Dawnbringer to keep up with the flow. He just wanted to mourn his sister, or even perhaps look for her.
So, the dark brown tom kept to himself, away from the feast. He couldn't bring himself to even think of eating anything.
Post by Honeystorm on May 21, 2021 23:35:14 GMT -5
Wisely, Pinesimmer had a moss ball shoved in his mouth for the moment, jaw wound shut with a vine, though the tom swung a death glare between Ahava, Larkspur, and Aspenstar. If he could talk right now, one could only imagine the string of expletives that would be escaping his mouth if he were able to speak.
At least for NightClan, that meant a moment of peace and quiet. Not that it would probably last long, but it did allow the clan to forget he existed for a moment. Unless someone spotted him pouting in the corner the Medicine Cat had dumped him in. The only thing she'd given him for entertainment was to memorize the three herbs in front of him, and their uses. Said something about if he got them right, she would give him a prize later.
