RiverClan Announcement

[Pale*]

Palefoot jumped up and upon the Highrock. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey and those who aren't gather before me for a Clan meeting," she summoned. There were things to discuss that the Clan should hear and that needed to be said.

[[PuRe]]

Pureheart came out padding towards Palefoot. She sat and curled her tail around her paws, and sat to listen attentively.

[Pale*]

Palefoot sat uneasliy above the Clan. She needed to use the right words inorder to make this sound right. She didn't want to offend any cat.

[{Snarky}]

Sparklepaw sat down below the rock and eagerly waited for the announcement.

[Pale*]

"You all know that Leafstar hasn't been well. She hasn't come to any of the gatherings and has been missing whenever we had needed her," she began. "Leafstar has passed on to hunt with StarClan. We don't know what caused her death, but we know she has left us. We found her this way a few minutes ago. Tonight we will site vigil for our beloved leader. She wasn't leader very long, but she served us well before her leadership. Perhaps she has longed to go to StarClan for a while, but now she is with our warrior ancestors."

"Tomorrow night I will travel to Highstones to recieve my name and nine lives. After that I will apoint a new deputy. Does anyone have any questions that I could answer?" she asked. She tried to explain things the best she could, but wasn't sure how.

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Pureheart bowed her head to her soon-to-be-leader. "I might have a suggestion Palefoot." She said, "I think Winterleaf might be a fitting Depty to our clan."

[Pale*]

Palefoot nodded. "That is a good suggestion, but I must think for a while. Winterleaf is a bit young, and hasn't had an apprentice yet... I am not sure yet. I love Winterleaf dearly, but must consider all of the possible choices. Like you, Pureheart or Silvertip or any of our warriors."

[[PuRe]]

Pureheart nodded slowly. "You are right Palefoot.." She simply said, and sat there still.

[Pale*]

"All of you, my warriors, would be fine choices. I will have a hard time deciding on whom will best serve as my deputy. I can only hope that StarClan will be able to guide me with my choice," she prayed to the skies.

[Shiningstream]

Silvertip was sitting down next to Pureheart when the announcement had been given, her breath catching in her throat. Leafstar is dead? Trying her best to swallow her grief, and slightly shocked that a warrior had requested her as a deputy, Silvertip came and bowed her head to Palefoot. "I, too, will sit a vigil with you. Leafstar was a noble leader, but you, Palefoot, will be a worthy successor." She gave her leader a respected nod. "My allegiance is to you."

[winterleaf]

“What happened?” Winterleaf yawned, sitting besides Pureheart. “Why is all the clan gathered?” She blinked sleep off her eyes and stared expectantly at the warrior. She sat down with her tail around her tabby paws. Seeing Palefoot, she instantly dipped her head. “I’m sorry for being late” she apologized. “I took a small nap... It was a tough day...” She gave a silent shriek when she saw Silvertip. “Silvertip!” Winterleaf gasped. “Heello” she sttutered and bowed exagerately. Her dappled coat shivered in fear.

[Pale*]

Palefoot nodded, her eyes full of sorrow. Her heart ready to swell. "Thank you." She turned to Winterleaf, "Leafstar is dead." She couldn't speak without her voice shaking. She tried to keep up her sophisticated composure as best she could without breaking down and crying.

[winterleaf]

Winterleaf stared at Palefoot, stunned. “Leafstar... died?” she gasped. Her pelt shivered as the effect and the potency of the news made her tremble, making her slightly collapse on her paws. “Wow” she muttered, standing up properly again. “That was unexpected...” she mumbled under her breath and pressed her muzzle over Palefoot’s flank, seeing her sorrow. “Are you okay Palestar?” Winterleaf asked kindly.

[Shiningstream]

Silvertip turned a gentle gaze on Winterleaf, nodding awkwardly. "Palefoot has not recieved her nine lives yet." Turning to the she-cat, she spoke, "Palefoot, I can watch camp while you take a few warriors to the Moonpool."

[winterleaf]

“Sorry, Palefoot” Winterleaf corrected herself, fearful as she spoke to Silvertip. She gulped and bashfully backened away.