SkyClan's Deputy 10.0

Standing upon Tallbranch, Tinylegs stood before his clan. A shiver shot up his spine and his heart felt like it was going to drop out of his chest any moment. It was only a few sunrises after he'd brought Poplarstar back to camp, and while part of him hated to move so quickly, he knew what had to be done. So, after some nights of long, hard, thinking, he decided on some-cat and thus had to name a new deputy.

"Let all cats old enough to climb a tree gather beneath the Tallbranch for a clan meeting!" the small tom yowled. Yesterday, he'd felt lost and worried, but the new leader knew that he couldn't mourn forever and had to keep on moving, even if he somewhat had to force himself to do so. And, while he hadn't known Poplarstar too well, he assumed that they previous leader would've wanted his clan to stay strong, so the short, white and grey tom intended to make sure SkyClan did just that.

So, here he was, standing in front of his family and friends, ready move on and stay positive, even through these hard times. 'If I'm not confident in SkyClan's future, then no one will be,' he silently reminded himself as he waited for the clan to gather. Now, it was his job to name a new deputy, something that he hadn't had too much time to decide on, but was confident in his decision, and prayed that StarClan approved it as well.

Mintwhisker slowly walked out of her den, eyes dark. She was incapable of feeling... anything. She simply couldn't take any more. The tabby shook out her fur, her whiskers twitching. She knew what was happening: she had seen it far, far more times than she ever wanted to. Another Deputy ceremony. It seemed that Starclan was still out for blood.


Lilypaw trotted towards Tinylegs, her blue eyes bright. Perhaps there would be another apprentice, or maybe someone was becoming a warrior. Either way, it sounded exciting!
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Mistyrain joined her Clanmates as they began to stream out into the center of camp. Not for the first time in these few days since Poplarstar had passed away, Tinylegs had called a Clan meeting, summoning the eligible cats of SkyClan to gather beneath the Tallbranch. She settled among her fellow warriors - she could say that now! Finally, she had received her warrior name - and gazed expectantly up at Tinylegs.

No one wanted to think about it, she was sure, but more likely than not the new leader was about to appoint the new Deputy of SkyClan. Mistyrain sighed. There had been so much change in SkyClan lately, and it was truly saddening to see yet another great leader pass away too soon. Or, this could be just another apprentice ceremony, who could really tell. She pushed these sorrowful thoughts aside, ready to listen to whatever her leader had to say.

Blazingfire walked over to where the clan was assembling and sat close to the back. He still felt horrible sorrow from the death of his brother, Poplarstar. The tom had gone a very long way and eventually made it to being leader...for a very short time. The tom now had a very deep hatred for dogs after Crowstar, Rippedstar, and Poplarstar died by them. He looked up at Tinylegs and took a deep breath. Skyclan needed strength and he was certain Tinylegs would lead their clan to greatness. He looked around, trying spot familiar faces.

Tawneyfur watched as her great-grandfather called the clan to gather. The warrior took a place next to her brother, Blazingfire. Her heart still ached for Poplarstar, something needed to be done about those dogs, they had claimed the lives of three leaders in such a short amount of time. Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she waited to see what Tinylegs had to say.

Elmcloud had become so accustomed to the gloom-riddled features of his Clanmates that it hardly riled up an emotion aside from placid disinterest. Whether or not they were cursed, he simply no longer cared- he would rather just spend his time sleeping. Blinking up at Tinylegs for a brief moment, the ruddy tom's features were shadowed as his gaze drifted about listlessly.

Hawkstrike’s ears twitched a bit as he joined the gathering crowd underneath the Tallbranch with a neutral gaze, however, there was a small glint of distrust in them, barely visible.

For the first time in so long, he doubted what the future of SkyClan could be. After so many leaders taken away from them in quick succession the clan was already starting to fall apart with fear and despair, and now Tinylegs was going to take over. The munchkin was going to be their leader.

He respected the white tom for his blood ties with Crowstar and his experience as warrior…but why him? He was so small, his short legs being a clear disadvantage in a clan that depended so much of climbing and jumping…He could only guess how much the other clans would laugh at this next gathering. From powerful and great this could easily drag them to become nothing but the territories’ buffoons.

He really hoped he could at least pick another future leader that could bring true greatness to the clan in the future.

Darkpaw sat beneath the Tallbranch with her gathering clan mates. Her gaze drifted to her clan mates and she wondered if they were thinking the same thing, Who would be SkyClan's next deputy? The black furred apprentice knew the ceremony would probably be a deputy ceremony, but there were many kits that were of the age to be apprentices. Either way, with the way SkyClan was currently faring, they could do with a couple more apprentices.

Watching as the clan gathered bellow, most looking up to him with curious eyes, but some scowls, the short white and grey tom took a deep breath. There was no question that some of his clanmates would doubt him and maybe even his decision on the new Deputy, but even so, he didn't doubt who he was planning to choose, which was what mattered the most. 'StarClan, give me strength,' he thought to himself silently, knowing that times would be rough in these upcoming moons, seeing that SkyClan had had so many changes in leadership lately.

Waiting a few more moments for the chatter among clanmates to die down, he decided to continue the gathering. "As most of you know, Poplarstar is dead. He lived a short, yet valued life as a warrior and leader, but for what ever reason, StarClan decided that his place is among the stars," he began, his voice filled with sorrow as he remembered all of the leaders that had been lost during his lifetime. "But even so, Poplarstar and ever leader before him would want us to stay strong and keep moving forward. So, today, I will be announcing who the new Deputy of SkyClan will be," Tinylegs mewed, his light blue gaze scanning the crowd. In all honesty, there weren't too many options, but he'd made his decision and knew he had to stick with it.

"I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors and the leaders be me may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of SkyClan will be Mistyrain," the new leader finished, a soft smile on his muzzle as he spotted her pelt among the crowd. While the younger she-cat had just recently become a warrior, she'd proven herself to be a loyal and valuable warrior to SkyClan and he trusted that she was the right cat to stand by his side to help lead his clan. Of course, there was the subject of her bloodline, but that being said, Rippedstar hadn't even been born into SkyClan and not every leader had been or was of pure-blood, so he didn't fine himself too worried. In his eyes, it wasn't always the blood of a cat that made them a noble and trusted deputy, it was where their heart and loyalties lied.

Mistyrain, tail twitching as she sat among her Clanmates, tilted her head towards Tinylegs as he began to speak. Her face fell when she realized that this was, in fact, the ceremony for the next deputy. Poplarstar's death had been so unexpected, and she wasn't sure she would ever be ready for this much change. She took a deep breath as Tinylegs continued the ceremony, her tail still swishing back and forth idly. Who would the deputy be? The cat that the new leader chose would affect the future of SkyClan - for better or for worse.

"The new deputy of SkyClan will be Mistyrain."

Mistyrain's jaw dropped, and her eyes snapped open wide. Immediately, a tiny part of her told her that this was all wrong. She was barely a warrior, how could she be considered deputy material? But at the exact moment these thoughts entered her mind, they flew right back out again. She let out a tiny, high-pitched squeal. She was the deputy of SkyClan! Tinylegs had picked her, he had seen all the hard work she had put in, all her loyalty, he trusted her!

Before she opened her mouth and said something stupid, however, she took a moment to make sure she had her priorities straight. She was the Clan deputy, and she had serious responsibilities now. She knew she was up for the challenge, but she had to make sure that everyone else could tell that she was capable and that Tinylegs had made the right choice.

Mistyrain stood and dipped her head a little bit, unsure of what exactly she was meant to do. "I will do my best to serve SkyClan well as deputy," she affirmed, in the loudest voice she could muster. As she finished speaking, a smile spread itself across her face.

Tigerleaf's surprise must have shown in her wide golden eyes. The young warrior blinked. Tinystar had chosen Mistyrain as SkyClan's new deputy. For being a deputy, she was young. It seemed like not even a moon had passed since she had received her warrior name. The two she-cats had hardly ever spoken to one another, but Tigerleaf was well-aware of who Mistyrain's parents were. Her father was Crowstar, a former leader of SkyClan, and her mother was Gustpuddle, a WindClan warrior. Although Mistyrain had chosen to stay in SkyClan, a large portion of her family was in WindClan. Did Tinystar really trust a cat that might have divided loyalties to be his second-in-command? Her long tail twitched involuntarily. Of course, she knew better than to voice her thoughts.

As she half-heartedly joined in congratulating Mistyrain, Tigerleap couldn't help the anxiety that swirled in her heart.