Dragonstar watched Finchwing race around Camp, carrying out orders from senior warriors on what to do. He turned his gaze to his kits, prancing around the Camp with wide eyes. "Look, there's dad!" They squeaked, and bounded over. Dragonstar watched, eyes filled with glee. Spottedfur padded after them, her gaze traveling over to Dragonstar. The two had grown terrifically close, and seemed like actual mates. They took part in this together and did well. Dragonstar having discovered a liking for the she-cat.
"Hello Spottedfur," he smiled. Spottedfur glanced up at Dragonstar, before chasing after her flailing kits once more.
Briarkit bounded up to the elders den. "HELLO? IS ANYONE IN THERE OR SHOULD I GET THE MEDIC?" She screeched. Breezestorm huffed. "Leave us alone, you kits." He spat. Ryeleaf padded out the den, smiling slightly. "Hello kits. Don't mind Breezestorm, he's just a bit sick." Her smile faltered but she tried hard not to show it to the kits. Dragonstar watched the kits gather around Ryeleaf before heading back to his den.
Finchwing was sitting beside her brothers body, as well as Gorsepaw.
Heatherfoot plunged into water.
Everyone was cranky without Shadowstar and a deputy.
Dragonstar leaped onto Jagged Peak and called together the Clan. "Cats of the Clan, I have decided to choose a deputy." He meowed. "Blackfur will be the deputy." He stated. The Clan watched in awe. This cat wasn't fit for it! He was strong and too harsh, he would jump into battle quickly. Blackfur boldly stood, and padded forward, grinning happily.
"No! I object. I would like to be deputy, this cat is too harsh." Willowfeather called from the crowd of cats, staggering to her paws. Blackfur whipped around, snarling. "If you want to be deputy, you have to fight for it!" He yowled, enraged by this she-cat that had killed his mate. Willowfeather yelped with freight as he landed on her. Willowfeather was determined to win, the Clan wasn't fit for a blood-thirsty warrior. She slashed at his neck, blood pouring out of her own wounds.
Blackfur slashed at her stomach and sent blood flooding from the wounded area, Willowfeather shrieked in pain and battered at his stomach.
Dragonstar watched with dismay, "stop! Stop!" He yowled at the two. They didn't listen and continued fighting. The Clan was in shock, unable to move.
Suddenly there was a loud yowl of agony, and Willowfeather's body dropped limp and dead on the ground.
Blackfur turned around, blood dripping from his jaws. His lips were curved back in a growl and he stalked towards Dragonstar. At a sudden moment, he gasped for air, and blood flooded out from his neck and stomach. His body convulsed and he dropped to the ground. It was a sign from CloudClan, Blackfur wasn't fit for a deputies position. They had attacked him from above.
The Clan stayed in shock, at the two dead bodies on the ground. Dragonstar could see something falling to the ground from above him, a wing of a bird.
But this wasn't any bird, this was a finches wing.
Dragonstar knew what this meant. It was a sign from CloudClan. Finchwing was meant to be deputy. "The Clan deputy will be Finchwing." He yowled out. "There has been a sign!"
The Clan cheered slightly, before returning to their normal duties, cleaning out the bodies of both Blackfur and Willowfeather before continuing to regular times of day.
Finchwing watched with dismay, unable to move from shock. "Me? Really?" She breathed. "Yes, Finchwing. Now come on, begin your time as deputy." Dragonstar grinned and padded into his den. Gorsepaw bounded over to Finchwing, not a smile on his face, but his blank eyes gleamed with a version of conflict. "Congratulations," he meowed kindly before heading to his den.
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