ShadowClan's Deputy 2019

It truly saddened Scorchstar to no end. He really, truly liked Froststone. He was a fair and responsible deputy and a marvelous warrior and cat in his own right. It was such a shame he had fallen so ill. Now, Morningpaw had no idea if he would even recover to resume his duties or not because of the cruel claws of greencough clawing into his chest and plaguing his body. Even if he did miraculously survive, he was obviously not fit for the role of ShadowClan's deputy any longer, and ShadowClan needed one now more than ever before. It truly tore him up to have to demote Froststone from his position, but this was a thing that just had to be done.

Scorchstar slipped out of the leader's den, not even able to find the usual satisfaction he usually felt as the old, rotting roots of the old oak tree that made his den bad touch against his back. Leaping up onto the Jaggedrock in one bound, he inhaled deeply before yowling out for his voice to ring throughout the camp to be heard by his Clanmates: "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Jaggedrock for a Clan meeting!"

Sitting among the gathering crowd, Daisyflame sat tall and proud, watching Scorchstar who sat up on Jaggedrock. With Froststone ill, he knew what this ceremony was about and while part of him felt discouraged as to what the outcome would be, part of him clung onto hope that his best friend would choose him as the next deputy. He hadn't been chosen last time, which he was left confused by, but this time, he was an obvious choice and prayed to StarClan that Scorchstar made the right decision. Him and the leader were best friends after all, so how could he possibly be overlooked?

Redwing, exhausted from her newfound anxious insomnia, padded sleepily out of the warriors' den. She'd been trying to get some rest, but to no avail. And she'd been feeling rather sick lately, so hopefully she would be all right... But she was more concerned for Poppyheart, if he was even still alive, wherever he was- and the brother he had left behind. She sat and looked up at Scorchstar, wondering exactly what this meeting was all about.

Wildstrike left the warrior den and made his way towards the Jaggedrock, he sat down beneath it and looked up at Scorchstar, he could tell by the look on his face that something was wrong, his guess was that it had something to do with Froststone, the deputy were very ill after all... But who would become deputy now? Even if he was temporary deputy didn't mean he'd become deputy right? He looked around at the other cats, he couldn't help but to feel excited, maybe this time he would become deputy?

Mapleshine looked at Schorhstar as the tom walked up to the jaggedrock and called for a clan meeting. The she-cat had a feeling that she knew what was going on, Coldstone had been sick for ages and a new deputy would have to be chosen. She walked forwards silently wondering who the new deputy would be. She had a silent hope for herself but she was to young probably the leader would need an experienced warrior. Nevertheless she sat down and looked up to the leader wondering who would join his side after this meeting.

”Cats of ShadowClan,” Scorchstar began once he was certain all of his Clanmates gathered to hear his announcement, ”it is with a heavy heart that I make this decision. As you all know, Froststone has fallen severely ill with greencough, and is currently under Morningpaw’s care in the medicine den. It is clear that he is unable to fulfill his duties as ShadowClan’s deputy, and... and as much as it pains me to do this, ShadowClan still needs a deputy.” Now more than ever, especially with the threat of his Clan falling to pieces as prophesied. His Clan needed an extra layer of protection. He had given Froststone as much time as he could afford to recover, but he wasn’t anywhere close to kicking his illness. He just couldn’t wait anymore. He couldn’t afford to wait anymore.

”With that being said, I hereby demote Froststone from his role as deputy of ShadowClan.” Great StarClan, that was not an easy thing to say... But he needed to remain strong. Now, with the announcement made, the Clan currently had no deputy, and he needed to appoint a new one to replace his former one. ”And now, in the wake of this occurrence, I will now appoint a new deputy.”

Holding his head up high, he began the traditional announcement. ”I say these words before StarClan, that the spirits of our ancestors may hear and approve my choice. The new deputy will be Wildstrike.” He looked down at his younger brother, the only sibling he had whom he shared the same mother with. Wildstrike had a rather rough start, much like himself, during apprenticehood, but he had grown and matured a great deal since then. He knew that, with this new title and the responsibilities that came with it, he would continue to grow and become one of the greatest warriors of ShadowClan.

Redwing nodded in approval. Wildstrike was an older, more experienced warrior, and he would complement Scorchstar's views nicely. But she felt sorry for Froststone, and her constant nausea and worry over Poppyheart kept any joy from her tired gaze. "Congratulations," she meowed solemnly to the new deputy before padding away.

Having been awaiting the leader's announcement, Daisyflame's heart dropped and he'd never felt so belittled by one's words. Wildstrike was the new deputy? Shooting an angry glance towards the newly ranked tom with his ears flat on his head, his amber eyes practically on fire. How could Scorchstar have not chosen him? He'd understood when he hadn't been picked as the deputy those several moons ago, but now there was no practical reason for his choice, which left the warrior even more confused.

Standing up, the blotched, ginger and white warrior turned away from the Jaggedrock and pushed his way through the crowd, his head and tail low. He hated to show such an amount of anger on the outside, but he couldn't possibly hide such feelings towards Scorchstar, who he'd though was his best friend, but maybe he was wrong. Either way, he needed time to think and process it all, which was what he planned to do. Not turning back to look at the leader or chanting clanmates, Daisyflame made his way out of the camp and into the marshy forest.

"Congratulations, Wildstrike." The gray-muzzled tom mewed, his bones shifting beneath his thin pelt as he approached his son. "I'm proud of you. You'll be a strong leader someday, just like your brother." He was weak, yes, but he wasn't going to stay in the Elder's Den on such an important day like today.

no disappointment was felt when Mapleshine heard that Wildstrike would be the new deputy. He was perfectly fit for the roll and would make a great deputy as far as Mapleshine was concerned. true it was sad that Coldstone had fallen that ill and was stripped from his position like that but Shadowclan had to remain strong and a strong clan needs a strong deputy not some cat who is sick for moons. No, having a new deputy was al for the better and Wildstrike was experienced enough to fit the roll. She decided to walk over to him "congratulations Wildstrike" there wasn't to much kindness in her voice but just enough to show that she was glad that atleast someone who was suited for the roll became deputy.

Wildstrike looked around the crowd of his clanmates, noticing the look Daisyflame gave him before he made his way out of camp, he understood the tom, last time it had been between Froststone, Daisyflame and himself and that time it had been Froststone who became deputy, that time neither he or Daisyflame had been choosen as deputy and now the second time Daisyflame still hadn't been choosen, he couldn't blame him for being mad.

He smiled at his father and nuzzled him gently "Thank you father and hey, it's thanks to you that I'm the cat I am today, you raised me well." he purred. He looked up at his brother that stood ontop of the Jaggedrock and smiled brightly. He looked at his clanmates "Thank you everyone" he meowed. He were deputy now, he never thought he'd become a deputy but here he was!