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It was fitting that after the tumultuous events that played out under the silver skies of the day, under the black canopy of night, silver rain once more fell upon the arrival of a specter whose ashen and ember emblazoned pawsteps trailed behind him as though etching themselves into history. Ahead of the black tom was the white she-cat who seemed to glow under rain and crescent moonlight, purple and pink gaze clouded with a depth of emotion too complex to briefly describe.
Stopping upon the sacred meeting stone that not long ago had whispered under another she-cat's paws, one who was fair and brave and utterly true to her clan until the very end. The medicine cat cleared her throat and let out a yowl, ignoring the crack that rang through it halfway:
"My dear clanmates, please gather beneath the meeting stone. I have... news for all."
Clearing her throat and shifting her shuttering mismatched eyes away from the ghostly presences of who she believed to be their fallen clanmates only for the visions to shiver and fade under the moonlight and her movement, she lowered her head slightly, desperately attempting to hold on to the brief moments she had to gather her thoughts and form her words as her family – those who were born in SpringClan or chose to make it their home, as well as her birth parents, Zengarden and Septariadragon, and her young siblings, who had already gone through so much trauma at so young of ages.
"Jetstar, our commander and guide, protector of our clan, loyal to us until the very end, has been lost to us." Purple and pink eyes glanced wearily at Goldengriffon from the corner of her eyes. "She sacrificed her life so that we may continue on. She gave herself to ensure our safety and that we may return to the home we have lived in, raised our young in, and called sanctuary since the very beginning. While some may have doubted her allegiance, her sacrifice and bravery will remain as pure legend for generations to come."
Sakurablossom shuddered, heart thudding painfully in her chest. Just a little longer.
"With her last breaths, she continued to think of and protect us. She has sent us a guardian, a spirit to not only watch over us, but guide and protect us. Many of us have heard tale of The Crow, an ethereal being of good and light who every season when the leaves fade and our land grows a little colder returns to us to safeguard us from the resentful ghouls that threaten us time and again." Her gaze flicked behind her and she swallowed, though it was only partially out of fear, the majority of her energy radiating respect befitting toward a divine being. "He is an ancestor who through Jetstar's sacrifice has been given the mortality necessary to join us in our world. While Goldengriffon recovers from his injuries," she glanced at the tom once more, "The Crow will be our guiding light and leader. Blessed by StarClan and sent by our ancestors, he will watch over us. I ask that you show him the same respect as you would our warrior ancestors."
The black tom padded forward to stand at her side, surveying the filled clearing with mismatched blue-green and black eyes.
"From this moment forward," Sakurablossom announced, raising her voice to be heard over the whispering that was increasing in the crowd at the tom's approach, "the hunting of crows is against our code. StarClan has bid us a guardian to watch over us and asks only that we respect the tether that binds him to us. Please regard these creatures as sacred, much like our new leader is."
She dipped her head to the tom, who hesitantly dipped his back, before she turned towards the clan and let out a shuddering breath, tail slightly drooping, ears falling.
"I apologize to take so much of your time, my friends, I assure you this is the last announcement I leave you with. With the arrival of our guardian and guide, StarClan has chosen this as the time for my journey away from these lands and to discover the power of healing and the grace of our ancestors in other lands. I leave you in the trustworthy paws of Softpelt, for the time being, as well as Sweetpaw and Vermilionpaw, who have each been trained briefly by myself. Place your trust in them as you once did with me. I will return to you as soon as StarClan bids it appropriate. I love each and every one of you dearly," her mismatched gaze landed on her parents and she stifled a sob just in time, "and ask that you give me your blessing and good wishes for this journey. May StarClan and Draven guide you."
Softpelt had known things were bad when Jetstar didn't return. When cats reported that the water level had dropped but there'd been no sign of their leader.
She listened with wide eyes and steadily drooping ears, her tail tightened around her paws.
The finally the old fluffy white she cat couldn't bear it any longer.
"Wait!" She called rising to her paws. "I... I have a confession to make!"
Inksplash tilted her head. "A confession? Mother, I understand you're worried but now isn't the time to admit to maybe taking more prey you can just-"
"No," Softpelt shook her head as she stepped up to Sakurablossom, Draven and Goldengriffon. "Please excuse me." She mumbled to the cats in her path to have them step aside so she could reach the clan's leadership.
She took a breath. "I... I can't hold it in any longer. I... I lied about the sign," She admitted, she turned to the clan and then the leadership. "I never thought I'd need to voice it... Jetstar was such a spirited cat, the claws SpringClan needed... but then Fawnheart and now Jetstar... if this is a punishment from StarClan from my actions... I need to confess my sins! So they no longer punish anyone else!"
Softpelt bowed her head. "StarClan came to me after Thistlestar fell into that sleep never to wake again. They told me with Viperstream gone a new leader was needed."
She swallowed lifting her head to look at her clan. "They..." Her throat tightened. She swallowed and forced herself to continue. "They told me I was the one they wanted to lead SpringClan. I-I refused, it was the one job... it was the one job I didn't feel equipped to handle."
"But I-I was too scared to admit that I was refusing StarClan... so I made up the sign to make Jetstar leader. And then stepped down from Medicine Cat Apprentice."
She glanced at Sakurablossom, her ears drooping. "I'm... I'm so sorry." She whispered. "To all of you." She said looking to the rest of the clan. "I can't be responsible for the care of the clan, I've already failed you."
Sakurablossom was never one to rise to anger of any variety. Frustration, yes, particularly with one young individual who seemed to find comfort only in the bear endless complaints that often escaped his maw. Never anger. In her young life, there was hardly anything to be truly furious over, only so very much to be grateful for. As Softpelt stepped toward the trio upon the meeting stone and called attention to herself, the white she-cat experienced only a flitting sensation of irritation, something she quickly quashed down with burning shame. Yet when the she-cat parted her jaws and called her truth to their audience — their family, the ones they should never have kept anything from — the medicine cat- former, now, unconsciously clenched her claws in the hard surface beneath her paws.
Why had she waited until this moment to voice what StarClan had decreed and sent to her in a vision? Could everything they went through — Fawnheart’s death, StarClan’s grief, the flood of the lands, Jetstar sacrificing herself to save them all — have been avoided if the she-cat in front of her had prized the safety and future of their clan over her own selfish fear? The white she-cat turned her head, trying to pull herself back together. She felt the rage prickling in her heart, igniting her blood, sending her heart rate into the heavens and her veins bursting with fire and ice.
She inhaled a deep breath. She may still feel as though Softpelt had betrayed them and sent them careening down this path of destruction and pain — they had worked together closely for moons now, was she not trustworthy enough for Softpelt to confide in, was her fear truly so great that it ruled her until this very moment? Why this moment?! Was Softpelt genuinely repentent or was seeing someone else in power, someone Softpelt hadn’t seen coming, sending her into a fit? No, she couldn’t think- she had to-
“Softpelt,” she stepped forward and turned to face her, tail tip hesitantly lifting and resting reassuringly atop her shoulder, “what’s done is done. You no longer need to fear the repercussions of your actions. Take this as understanding that we are all on a new path now. There’s no sense in worrying over what could have been.”
— but she was still a member of SpringClan and her surrogate mentor, if not friend. Sakurablossom was many things, but she would not abandon her clan or her friends and family.
“The Crow — Draven — he is our leader now. Jetstar gave him her blessing. It was her final wish.” Her voice grew softer, more specifically aimed at Softpelt than the entire clearing in general, “We must respect her decision. She saw something in him. Whatever it was, it was enough to assure her he was worth trusting.”
She turned back to the crowd. “Unless anyone else wishes to voice a concern or,” she closed her eyes briefly, “confession of truth, this meeting is adjourned. Let us not forget that we’re all family here. We are one. No matter the paths we take individually, together we are SpringClan and we support one another until the end. Take care of one another. I look forward to seeing you all again.”
Softpelt could see the flash of many emotions go through Sakurablossom's eyes before the medicine cat turned away. Softpelt's ears drooped.
Softpelt knew that this was the moment of truth.
The truth was finally out, and she could hear the muttering of the clan.
Would this be the third time she was thrown out?
But rather than berate her, or demand to know how Softpelt could've done such a thing. Sakurablossom swallowed the anger she must've felt because when she faced Softpelt she was composed once more. Extending a tail tip to rest on the elder white she cat's shoulder.
Softpelt's fur prickled as Sakurablossom said this was a new path now. She was right... this was a new path now. A path so far deviated from the one StarClan had likely envisioned for SpringClan when they sent Softpelt their decree long ago.
Softpelt numbly dipped her head and spared a glance towards the new leader before shuffling back.
Cardinalsong couldn't believe it. StarClan had wanted Softpelt to be leader?
The she cat was so... soft. Softpelt had always been a teacher, a mother, a soother, a healer. But never a cat he'd consider a leader.
But if StarClan had chosen her... had all the bad things happened because she'd opted to put Jetstar in her place?
Inksplash was equally dumbfounded, she stepped up to immediately be at her mother's side. A little afraid that some of their clanmates might react poorly to Softpelt following this revelation. "Come on, mom... I think you should go lay down for a bit."
"Sooo what, this guy is like powered by crows? Did Jetstar bring the opposite of the sun god upon us?" Maskedknight called out, still reeling from all the developments that had just unraveled before them. ѕнαdow✩Nova
Draven seemed to take this time to step up and acknowledge Maskedknight himself, as opposed to the former medicine cat speaking for him, and seeing as she was still silently watching as Softpelt and her daughter padded away from them, her friend and confidante padding away with her ears and tail drooped and her daughter exuding a growing energy of concern, it seemed to be the wisest decision.
“I have never heard of this sun god, but judging from your tone, he doesn’t seem like a very great guy to have around.” Despite his intimidating and cold aura, there was a light of amusement flickering in his eyes and a soft smirk playing on his lips. “It’s true that how I come to be in your world and in my own is questionable at best. The crow is my tether between realms and is what ties me to your plane, to lead you during this time. You may not like it, but as it’s my reasoning for once more being pulled into this mortal struggle, I ask that you respect Jetstar’s wish. If she was anything worth respect in the eyes of you and your clanmates, that ought to be enough. But if you have any further questions, I’d be happy to answer them and maybe discover the truth of it all alongside you. What do you say to a little experimentation?”
Sakurablossom winced. Maybe it was because he wasn’t used to interacting with the living anymore, or perhaps because he was genuinely furious with this turn of events, but his words were far too close to threatening for her comfort, and undoubtedly the comfort of her peers. The white she-cat glanced to Goldengriffon, silently begging him to step forward — to the best of his ability — and vouch for the memory of Jetstar and their newly appointed leader.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Dec 14, 2021 21:15:52 GMT -5
Goldengriffon had been curled up within the safe confines of the medicine cat den, his two daughters close to his side. Softbriar had been occasionally peeking out of the entrance to keep what was left of her family informed of what was happening, but the deputy could barely hear anything other than the sound of his own heart. He stared blindly into space, his whiskers twitching occasionally as he rested. The beavers had done a number on him, one that he hadn't realized until the adrenaline had faded and he was left to deal with the pain of his injuries. But there was only so much that Sakurablossom could do for the physical wounds. The deputy had other unseen injuries that could only be healed with time.
What had he lost... his mate... two of his kits, now his leader and closest friends. What had they done to anger Starclan in such a way? It wasn't until Softpelt spoke that Goldengriffon finally lifted his head, his blue eyes growing wide as the last bit of structure in his world came crashing down. Jetstar was never meant to be leader...? Softpelt had planted the sign...? Then by that logic... he was never meant to be their deputy... Goldengriffon didn't have time to process it all before his daughter snapped.
"Thats it?!" Softbriar hissed as she stalked out of the den. "You're just going to let her... that... that liar just walk away?! After everything she put us through?! What happened, you balked at the idea of being leader so you lied about what Starclan wanted?! Thrust cats into a position they weren't meant for?! How many Springclan warriors died because of you thanks to your arrogance! My mother? My sister and my brother?!"
"Softbriar..." Goldengriffon said firmly, struggling to rise to his paws. But his daughter would not be stopped.
"You're cowardice nearly cost us everything!" The young warrior continued, blue eyes glaring hatefully at the former medicine cat. "Our camp! Our lives! Starclan should have punished you instead of my family and the rest of Springclan! How could-"
"Softbriar, that is enough!" Goldengriffon hissed as he quickly slid in front of her. The deputy stared his bristling daughter down for a moment before, blue gazes sparking fire before the young she-cat cast one final glare towards Softpelt. Goldengriffon watched as she stalked back towards the medicine cat den once more. The pale tabby tom took a deep breath, masking the discomfort he felt as much as he can before he slowly turned and made his way towards Softpelt. The deputy looked apologetically towards Inksplash briefly before touching his nose to the former medicine cat's cheek.
"You did what you thought was best for our clan..." Goldengriffon said softly to her. "No one can fault you for that... Starclan shouldn't... Starclan had no right to punish you or any of us for that. Do not let anyone tell you other wise..."
The deputy then turned towards Draven and Sakurablossom. He slowly made his way towards them, nodding briefly to Sakurablossom before he slowly climbed the meeting rock to stand beside Draven.
"It wasn't so long ago that I stood here and vouched for Jetstar... an outsider to our clan that we accepted as our leader." The deputy said loudly. "I now ask you to trust me again... as I vouch for Draven. Jetstar has chosen him to be our leader, and I trust her decision... We have been through a lot... we haven't seen such pain and devastation sweep through our clan since the war with Sunclan and Nightclan. So perhaps... before we partake in this... experiment... we focus on rebuilding Springclan. We all need time to heal... time to cope. But for now... those that can... we'll need your help... the floods have devastated our camp... we need to fortify our defenses, replenish our stores. With Draven's permission as our new leader, I would like to get started on that right away..."
Softpelt's tail drooped and she hung her head, unable to voice any response to Softbriar's spitting harsh words. She was right, she should've never faked the sign to make Jetstar leader.
But it had made such sense, and in truth Jetstar had done so well... except now she was just another dead as a result of her choices.
If Softpelt had stepped up would Jetstar still be alive? Would Fawnheart? The thought of her lost friend filled her with grief. Oh Fawnheart, she had never deserved to fall as she had.
She didn't look up when Goldengriffon spoke, except for a slight shift of her gaze to look at the deputy, but she hung her head.
Though he told her not to let anyone tell her she was at fault. She didn't need to let anyone tell her otherwise.
She already knew.
Inksplash's ears flattened. But said nothing teeth gritted together as she saw the pain in her mother's eyes. Goldengriffon was right, how could StarClan punish a cat for not wanting to step up?
Had Softpelt revealed StarClan told her to be leader, then everyone in SpringClan would've turned to her and told her to step up.
Someone had to be leader, and Softpelt had simply opted to make the best choice she could.
At the very least, Jetstar had made sure SpringClan was not without a leader and deputy to lead them.
She guided Softpelt to a quieter spot of camp to sit and hopefully be left alone before heading back.
"I'm also ready to help get started with repairs to camp," Inksplash said straightening up. "Regardless of Jetstar's legitimacy, StarClan did recognize her. And thus I recognize Draven as our leader, and Goldengriffon as our deputy... please tell us how we shall proceed." She asked. ѕнαdow✩ @nova
Post by complacentdevil on Dec 25, 2021 22:51:18 GMT -5
Blackberry sat towards the edge of the gathering, away from everyone else. He had felt so useless since everything had begun with the floods, and his inability to help aid his leader and the deputy drove the nail home. His heart ached at the loss of Jetstar, though he knew that Springclan would prevail in the end. His tail drooped loosely next to him, ashamed in himself and his position. He didnt even know this cat, yet as a trusted he was supposed to function as part of his council. He found doubt in himself for the first time in a while.
