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Doefreckle waited outside Ravenstar's den, shuffling from paw to paw and humming softly to himself in a fragile little voice that was tight and raspy with anxiety. The world was cool and quiet, the sky a dark blanket of stars above him. All around him, his adopted clanmates snored and snuffled quietly in their sleep, peaceful and safe; it made him want to cry, the inexplicable love he felt for this Clan that had taken him in only a few weeks ago. He raised his head to look at the moon; it would be full any day now, and then he would be expected to lead them to the gathering. His heart fluttered, light as a bird and twice as nervous. He didn't want to think about that right now. He didn't want to think about becoming leader. He didn't want to think about any of it. He wasn't ready.
When Ravenstar had first told him she was stepping down, he'd laughed - because it was unbelievable, and what else could he have done in the face of something so utterly terrifying and utterly mad? He had scarcely been appointed deputy, and now he was to become leader? It was a small comfort, the knowledge that she would still be there as one of his warriors to offer guidance and warmth, but it wasn't enough. How was he, of all cats, supposed to lead anyone? He'd never had to care for anyone in his life - he'd become a warrior, and still he'd been more like an apprentice, irresponsible and careless and happy-go-lucky, ready to pack up and move on at a moment's notice, to go where his heart led him and chase after any butterfly that flitted across his path. How was he meant to offer stability and direction? How was he meant to be anything but a lovesick fool chasing after flights of fancy? The thought made his chest buzz with nerves; he hummed louder and hopped quicker from paw to paw. Somehow cheery Ravenstar had made it work for her; maybe SummerClan just liked childish leaders more than the rest of the forest did.
"We gotta gooo," he called, trying so very hard to sound cheerful and instead falling just a little short of utterly petrified. He let out a nervous giggle and half-poked his head into Ravenstar's den. "We've got a date with destiny, darling, and those StarClan hooligans aren't gonna wait forever for me to shackle myself irrevocably to this place."
Ravenstar smiled as she exited her den for the last time. From this night forward it would no longer be a place she slept, but rather him named Doestar and she was okay with this. She had thought that she could rally her clan and lead them, give them strength and hope, but the jet black she-cat had been unable to do so. She failed her clan too many times and knew that he was sent here as the one to be her successor. Sure, some of the other warriors may resent her for picking an outsider when they considered themselves to be next in line but.. Ravenstar was okay with that. She missed her name, Ravenstone, and wanted to return to a time in which she was not haunted during every waking moment.
“Come, we must move quickly. I had some business to attend before I stepped down in front of Starclan’s eyes.” She smiled and then whisked past him, leading the way to the moon creek. Typically a deputy would have had the chance to gaze upon the starry creek long before coming to receive their lives but Doefreckle did not have the same privilege or time most deputies had.
