Finally introducing Claysight's POV! Woot, plot movement and character development!

CLAY
THE DEATH OF A LEADER

I'm not the most important or noticeable cat in ThunderClan. In fact, the most interesting thing that most cats know about me is my especially fluffy, golden coat. And the fact that my training went absolutely terrible. But I swear, it wasn't for a bad reason. It was for the fact that my trainer didn't see what I could.

Many cats would call it insanity, but I called it imagination. When I trained, I didn't hunt creatures on the ground. I'd leap from star to floating star, having a grand old time chasing after squirrels in trees and branches. But I basically blanked out, and when I blinked the stars were gone. There was no squirrel in my jaws. That annoyed my mentor Frostleap, who just wanted an easy apprentice. But having an imagination, in ThunderClan, was a thing that was bad. It made you difficult- even worse, different. Being different was frowned upon.

But today, I didn't feel different. Today, I held my head low. Because my father- my father, the leader of ThunderClan, had just been killed. I cast an uneasy glance at Willowdawn, a warrior who was in the same position as me. Both her and my father… badgers had gotten to them.

Most cats would say having compassion for those who mocked you was a lame and unrealistic idea, who in their rightful mind could ever forgive someone? But not me. My father had never had faith in me, to him I was a mistake. My lack of ability and tendency to daydream were not something to be proud of. And Willowdawn's father, Fallenstrike, had always practically spat on me like I was nothing. But any death is not a laughing, nor smiling matter. And the fact that these two were both the leader and deputy of a clan, and did their job well, made me sad. Because I never got the chance to prove myself to them.

I held my head low, beside my mother, and siblings. The medicine cat and her apprentice slowly padded up to the highledge in silence. They both sat down. Eagleleaf began to speak, loudly but with a solemn tone. "Today is not a day for us to be… happy about. Both our leader and deputy have passed away, and it is not an avoidable topic. Fallowsnout and I have spoken, and we've decided upon a new leader for the clan- we think it best that Waverunner takes the position."

"Waverunner! Waverunner!" cats around me chanted. My family, as well as Willowdawn, stayed silent. I cast a weak smile at the tom, who was making his way up to the high ledge. I was still… struggling to deal with my father's death. It wasn't something one got over easily. I cast a glance at Willowdawn. The she-cat looked angry, not sad. Her face was scrunched, a scowl gracing it.

"Thank you, Eagleleaf and Faowsnout, I am forever thankful," Waverunner spoke, his deep voice loud, "and for my deputy, I choose Motheye. She's a reliable she-cat whom I believe will someday make a fine leader."

"You should be off to the Moonpool," Eagleleaf mewed in a hushed tone, but loud enough so we could hear.

"I suppose so," Waverunner replied, "thank you, again." He and Fallowsnout padded down to enter the medicine cat den, while Eagleleaf sat at the top of the highledge.

"Fallenstrike and Pinestar were such kind cats, and I'm very sorry to see them go," Eagleleaf looked directly at Willowdawn. It was hard to deny that they had chemistry. "But the clan must move on. We've buried the bodies, as you all know, and their spirits are surely in StarClan, or wherever they may wander. I am so very sorry, again." He dipped his head, before leaving the spotlight. We all started to spread out, leaving our place of gathering. I noticed Willowdawn furiously ranting to Eagleleaf, but spotted a strangely half-smiling Cinderdapple.

"Are you alright?" I asked, quietly, "you have a difficult family, I know." Cinderdapple hesitated, taking a deep breath.

"Fallenstrike shouldn't be as glorified as he is…" she started mumbling, "he's one cat I'm glad to see go."

"I know, Cinderdapple," I mewed, "many of us could care less for him."

"I suppose so…" she sighed. "But he's done some horrible things. In no way did he deserve what he got in life." I nodded.

"Maybe so, but then we wouldn't have your sister, would we?"

"Half-sister," Cinderdapple snapped, "we may share the same mother, but in no way are we sisterly."

"Alright, alright," I rolled my eyes, "you two are a lot alike, you know."

"We could care less about one another," Cinderdapple shrugged, "wish I wasn't stuck with her, but I'm sure we're related to each other for a reason." I stared into Cinderdapple's eyes, a dark forest green. I was so lost in them, their beauty practically announcing itself, that I didn't speak. "Claysight? You alright?"

"Yeah, sorry," I shook my head, snapping out of the trance. "You have pretty eyes, you know?"

"Thanks," Cinderdapple gave me a confused smile, "you aren't as weird as people say, Claysight. In my opinion, you're a pretty cool guy." A pretty cool guy.