a fallen star [open to all tigerclan cats]

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/ff1h5s.jpg] It was sick how beautiful the day was. The sky was painted a shade of blue, slightly darker than the water glistening in the pond within their territory. It was free of any clouds; nothing disturbed the serenity of it, the peacefulness. Even the air was still. No trees swayed, no grass rustled. Some people could call it calming, Crimsonfire called it eerie. There was something about the way everything stood still, that prickled his skin, and unsettled him. The day was beautiful yes, but it was too unfitting for the circumstances in which the tom cat had left the camp. He had just spoken to Sparrowstar, who had told him there would be a change of ranks, and the shock was setting in, deep within his heart, his mind, every inch of his body that it could touch. He was dazed, confused, uncertain but most importantly, scared. Sparrowstar wouldn't inform him of the nature in which she was taking her leave, only that she would not be addressing the Clan any more as leader. Crimsonfire had only given a blank stare to the ex-leader, and a half-hearted nod as a sign that he was listening. Then, he left. Out into the territory he had gone, through the sickeningly beautiful day, the calm, humid air he breathed into his lungs. It was surreal ... the conversation ran through his head in a whirl wind, whipping through destroying every other thought in its path. She had told him he would lead the Clan, and he would need to choose a deputy to replace himself. He didn't know what to say, how to react, whether to be happy, sad, angry, or worried. So, he settled on all of the above. Now, he had questions dripping into the conversation. Questions he had not asked of her. The most prominent question being "Why?" Crimsonfire knew she was not ill, her nine lives were still apart of her and so, the curiosity was nagging at him. If she was perfectly healthy, why did she step down and forfeit the position to her younger, less experienced deputy who had no control over the temper that had been heard ringing through the camp more than once? Crimsonfire wasn't ready to be leader. Yes, he spoke highly of himself, and boasted to his clan mates about when he would be leader and that he couldn't wait for the time of his life: the sooner the better. Not this soon. He didn't know what it meant to be a leader; he thought he did, but he was completely clueless. Hell, he didn't even know what it meant to be deputy, seeing how he had only held the position for a few moons. He had mentored an apprentice, a beautiful young warrior who made him proud everyday, but that was different. Then, he was only responsible for one cat. ONE! Not a whole Clan who he wasn't very popular in for the most part. How could he lead a Clan that he barely knew? Crimsonfire knew TigerClan territory from border to border like his own stripes, but his Clan mates was another story. He knew his parents, he knew his old apprentice, and he knew Snowstorm, well he thought he had a pretty good idea about him at least. Goldenlight wasn't a stranger to him either, but the others? He could barely put names to faces. Crimsonfire felt his chest tighten as the reality of the situation began to set in. Fear is a strong emotion, strengthened by worry. He was only twenty-one moons! The responsibility was enormous; deciding when to go into battle, pairing mentors with apprentices, naming apprentices to warriors, sorting out Clan issues, the list went on and on. Crimsonfire could hardly decide what he wanted to eat from the fresh-kill pile, let alone Whateverpaw's warrior name! Yes, Crimsonfire was scared, and it showed in his body language. Ears swivelled to and fro, listening to the silence around him, tail lashed out behind him, and his round, expressive golden yellow eyes dashed were open wide, not really seeing anything around him. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? For being the strong cat he was, he felt like a blind kit in a world with strange smells, noises and strange cats. The only difference was he wasn't a kit any more, and maybe he was being immature and his fear was unjustified, but never in his twenty-one moons of life had he expected to have to address his Clan mates as leader so soon. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes to the world, and shut out the silence that was thrumming around him like a thousand drums. Crimsonfire needed to accept the fact that he was going to be leader now, and that meant he was going to have to accept the responsibility and prove that he wasn't too young, even though deep in his pounding heart, he knew he wasn't ready. However, the Clan didn't need to know that. With each breath that he drew in, his heart beat slowed until it came to pulse at a normal calm rate, and he opened his eyes. Throwing his gaze to the heavens, his tail came to a stop behind him, and his ears rested in a perked position upon his large, broad crown. The tom stood completely still for several seconds, before turning to head back to camp, a new found confidence stroking his fur, and coaxing him forward to his destiny. All the emotions from earlier still twisted and turned in the pit of his stomach, but none of it showed on his face. Unable to completely hide, for it was betrayed through the mirrors to his soul, he didn't plan on getting that close to his Clan mates until the feelings wore off and he was able to control everything within himself. With each step he took on his return to TigerClan camp, a new emotion blossomed within the young tom, and he barely felt his paws touch the ground. Excitement began to flourish in his body, and he moved with more confidence than he had all morning. Suddenly, the day didn't seem so eerie, and he was able to see the beauty in which the day held to the world. The closer he got, the more nervous got, but the excitement met it with an immense force. When the entrance came into view, his face morphed into it's usual expression, the proud air of the young deputy circling his body in a intimate swirl. When he reached the entrance however, he stopped and a new thought crossed his mind. What will Stormhawk think? Crimsonfire felt the weight of his fathers judgement crash down upon him like a tidal wave on the shores of a bustling beach. His excitement and prowess was silenced in one clean stroke and he was left with the two emotions that had been desperately trying to take over his mind: fear and nerves. Subconsciously, Crimsonfire's paws shuffled and cursed his father. Why did he have to make everything so difficult?! Curling his lip at the thought of his fathers disappointed face looking down on him when he was just an apprentice, he took in a breath that filled his lungs to their full capacity, and he held the air within them until he felt the aggravation leave his body, and he released the carbon dioxide from his lungs into the air. No. Stormhawk would not ruin this for him. Powerful legs carrying him through the entrance and through the camp, his head held high and with each paw hitting the ground with determination he locked his eyes on the large felled log and when he was in the perfect position he launched himself on to the top of it, digging his claws in so that he wouldn't he lose his balance, he turned to face the heart of the camp, the lake silent on the far border of the camp. Swallowing the bile that had risen in his throat, Crimsonfire took one last look around camp before opening his strong jaws, his husky voice echoing through his home. "Let all cats old enough to hunt their own prey, gather here!" Tagged;; All of TigerClan Word Count;; 1378 Background Song;; Ever After album by Mariances Trench Notes;; (:

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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Something%20Beautiful%20v2/middle-5.png] [scrolly:h(282),w(444),sy] 'LET all cats old enough to hunt their own prey, gather here!' THE age old call of a clan meeting roused Snowstorm from his peaceful slumber within Goldenlight's small glade to the side of camp. Piercing light blue eyes flicked toward camp and then to the older tigress as she carefully stepped over freshly sorted piles of leaves, berries and seeds. "I suggest you attend this one, Snowstorm, it is quite important," the old tigress urged in her soft voice. She offered only a small smile after her words and a twitch of nearly transluscent whiskers before sliding through the ferns. Since his injury on the botched boar hunt, the white warrior had been laying low in Goldenlight's den, not yet venturing back to the warrior den because the older medicine cat was wary of rough warriors in their nightmares lashing out and injuring his still tender ribs. At least he was free over her wrapping his sides in a weave of fern fronds and reeds with a plaster of herb goop to cement it together. The wrap had stabilized his ribs as they healed but he was fairly sure he would now forever smell faintly of the she-cat's herbs. DRAWING himself up from his patch of sunlight, he followed Goldenlight's path. He moved slowly but not nearly as gingerly as in the past. With each passing day he felt more like himself as his ribs grew stronger. The puckered scars from the boar's tusks, two holes punched in his left side, were closed over though some still glanced at him funny when they spied them. That was mostly why Snowstorm had stuck to Goldenlight's clearing when he sought out a place to rest. It was quiet, secluded and no one looked at him weird for now sporting scars like almost every other warrior in the clan. PADDING out into the clearing, his light blue eyes flitted at once to the high rock where the leader stood to give announcements and hold ceremonies. Sparrowstar was no longer standing atop the rock, only Crimsonfire. Pausing at the fringe of the growing crowd, Snowstorm's icy eyes zeroed in on the younger tom. He looked like a jumble of emotions. Nervous. Wary. Excited. Tired. Unsure. Snowstorm wasn't known for being a great teacher simply because he found apprentices bothersome but he was known for having a very calming aura. Always sure of himself and his actions, always thinking through his actions and calculating consequences. Most said if he was a bit less...eerie or whatever, he'd make a good deputy. If anyone knew what really went on his head. They hated his ability so easily shut them out and keep them from reading him while he read everyone else like open books. Now, reclining on his haunches at the edge of the crowd of TigerClan cats, Snowstorm could only hope Crimsonfire would someday find such calm. Being such an open book would get him killed. GLANCING around, the white tom spied more warriors trickling in through the camp entrance and through those already gathered, spotted Goldenlight sitting placidly in her place at the base of the high rock on the speaking cat's left side. That place had been hers at every ceremony and meeting Snowstorm had ever attended, always with the deputy on the speaker's right. Now that spot was empty. Light eyes flicked to the leader's den not far from the high rock. Sparrowstar wasn't appearing. Snowstorm's black striped tail curled around his side to rest at his paws, icy eyes flitting back up to fix on Crimsonfire. Sparrowstar was gone. There was no other reason for Crimsonfire to be calling a clan meeting. Judging by the curious whispers around him, Snowstorm could easily assume his clanmates were not so quick on the uptake, per usual. IT explained everything though. Not once during his healing had the leader come to followup on Snowstorm's health the way she normally would for an injured warrior. Of course he hadn't taken that to heart. Leaders were busy and Snowstorm honestly could care less. Goldenlight had also mentioned that Sparrowstar had been seeking out Crimsonfire the day Snowstorm botched his hunt. It was a vague memory, foggy and far away feeling but it was there all the same. Snowstorm's light eyes narrowed slightly on Crimsonfire before he relaxed back into a neutral expression. Sparrowstar had nine lives and had been in perfect health so there was no easy way to say she was dead unless someone stood over her and killed her nine times. Not when illnesses seldom touched TigerClan thanks to Goldenlight's time-tested skills. So, that left one conclusion. SPARROWSTAR had abandoned TigerClan and left a floundering young deputy in her place. Snowstorm barely swallowed his snort of disgust before it could escape him. FANTASTIC. Tagged;; Crimsonfire/TigerClan Words;; 820 Song;; NA Notes;; ^^ [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://oi40.tinypic.com/1zx4i34.jpg] Bleak shadows flickered on the ground where Shrikepaw lay beneath a tree, his head nestled on his outstretched paws as he gazed at the still lake before him. The blinding sun glittered over the water, dancing upon the calm and sending a golden glow to areas nearest the lake. The apprentice grunted at the perfect scene; he found it far too picturesque. Nothing in the world was as pleasant as this image made it out to be. In fact, the world pretty much just sucked most of the time. A thought buzzed across the young snow tiger’s mind, causing him to lift his skull from his forelegs. I live... for nothing. Tentatively, he pushed back and onto his proportionally large paws, keeping his soft blue orbs glued to the blue shining liquid. He stood still for a moment, his tail twitching slightly, as he pondered the water’s true depth and measured it against his own size. With determination, he trotted forward, allowing the sun to hit him directly in the eyes. Sky blue slivers peered forward, driven by a plain and steadfast goal. It wouldn’t be his first attempt, though he wasn’t positive which attempt the challenge really was. He had lost count after four, making this probably either seven or eight. The edge of water approached quickly at his pace. In the instant the brisk fluid hit the very edge of his paw, Shrikepaw froze in his tracks. Something wasn't right. A tickling feeling pulsed throughout his compact body, starting at his paws and eventually conquering his head. The apprentice stepped back in agony. He shook his head and placed it awkwardly on the ground to bat at it with his paws. His body was contorted into an odd position, his hind legs still holding his rear end up while his front twisted and turned on the ground. The tingling faded away, but Shrikepaw remained still for a few moments, thoughts whirring through his brain. He rose to his paws, still a little dazed. Something wasn't right, but what? His soft eyes looked toward camp, and in the distance he saw Crimsonfire heading in. He shook his head, majorly confused. Suddenly, he took off toward camp, keeping the deputy in his sights. His suicide mission would have to wait for another time. The surroundings flashed by as Shrikepaw raced home, curious as to what was going on. He skidded to a stop right before the camp entrance and crouched low, watching Crimsonfire. The apprentice was one to nose around if he felt like it. He didn't mind being caught doing it, either. His eyes were stuck on the deputy as he leaped upon the fallen log and turned to face the empty camp. Shrikepaw crept closer to camp, simply watching. The words that rang out next made the apprentice shudder, and he broke his crouch. Where was Sparrowstar? Crimsonfire was not to be calling clan meetings without the leader, it didn't make sense. He stood in a blank horror as Snowstorm gingerly made his way out of the medicine den. It was really happening, not a simple dream. Shrikepaw could not remember going to bed. He pulled his eyes from the large tiger on the tree, and his head hung low as he sauntered into camp and found his place far enough away from his clanmate's that he would not start a quarrel. He flopped onto his haunches, his gaze still fixed upon his dirtied feet. What was normally white was muddied from being down by the water. The emotion that surged through him was confusion at first, followed by disappointment. But neither lasted a good length of time. In a few seconds, his emotion had morphed into anger. Even he himself was unsure what he was directing his anger towards. A low rumble escaped his maw, and he did nothing to suppress it. He watched his paws go from being still, to dabbing the earth in frustration. His tail twitched at the tip, his irritation consuming all of his body. Sparrowstar could not have died, that seemed impossible. Whatever happened to her, Crimsonfire would now become leader. Shrikepaw shook his head at the mere thought of it. The warrior hierarchy was mostly pointless, in his opinion. The whole idea of a mentor was extremely bizarre. The apprentice didn't understand why the queen couldn't just train her cubs herself, like any loner would. With Crimsonfire becoming leader, he would need to appoint a new deputy. Any number of warriors could easily fill the paw prints of deputy. Shrikepaw's attention was drawn from his thoughts by the movement of Snowstorm placing his tail by his paws. The apprentice watched him out of the corner of his eye. The calmness he emitted seeped into Shrikepaw, and his growl ceased. His tail halted, and slowly lowered to the ground. Even his paws slowed. He wondered what the snowy warrior could possibly be thinking, yet remain so secretive about his emotion. It was mysterious, in a way. He pulled his eyes from Snowstorm, and looked upon the current deputy once again, but this time he was silent and still. An indifference began to over take him. He started not to care that Sparrowstar was gone, that Crimsonfire would be leader, and that a new cat would be appointed deputy. None if it seemed to matter anymore. It was just.... noise. It was all just noise added to life. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - crimsonfire, snowstorm, tigerclan TAGGED 917 WORDS i'm loving shrike so far ♥ NOTES much better than usual MUSE

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[atrb=background,http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo205/wowee333/skyfiremiddleagain.png] [scrolly:h(431),w(400),sy] A shrug of broadest shoulders, a flick of rounded ears, and scanning eyes. Skyfire was patrolling, alone. Now, he didn’t usually like to wander and roam without the company of another tiger; today was just a day that he wanted a bit of solitude. For no reason in particular. No journey of self-discovery. In fact, he had been out all morning, stretching his tense muscles, loosening up the cartilage within them. The sun, now rising into the sky, wore down on the warrior, and he squinted up at it, reflecting off his unmated fur. Orange paws thudded on the forest floor, sure and never faltering on his way back to home. From the constant use of this trail were imprints of cats before him, generation after generation. His steps slipped into the dents and grooves of claws and pads, leading him to the monstrous tree that served as TigerClan camp. Just as his warm gaze fell upon the entrance, ferns and shrubbery that made way for branches and dens, he spotted Crimsonfire, looking.. something like frightened. The deputy was scared? It was an odd emotion on such a strong face; something he rarely saw in all the pride that was Crimsonfire. Clearly something was wrong, in the way the warrior held himself. Eyes widened, ears twitching, whiskers drooping, and striped tail pulled close, though lashing to and fro. What could have gotten his old apprentice riled up? Skyfire prepared himself to confront the tiger, to approach him and gently prod for the source. Before he could, however, Crimsonfire stopped, seemed to be pulling himself together. Of course. No matter what he felt inside, the deputy would always put on an air of confidence and sureness for his clan mates. He wouldn’t let anyone see him weak. Even as an apprentice, it had taken moons to find a.. real emotion from the tom. Blinking, Skyfire hung back, deciding to keep his words to himself. Crimsonfire could handle it. Only after the orange and black body disappeared out of view did Skyfire follow in tow. “Let all cats old enough to hunt their own prey, gather here!” The words were very obviously male. Not Sparrowstar. As cats began to mill around under the over-sized tree, looking horribly confused, only a lone tiger beckoned his clan mates. Never did a female figure appear. Chatter broke out, like a wave, amongst the waiting warriors. And still, no Sparrowstar. Dread pricked at Skyfire’s body, a hunch running through his mind, latching on and becoming a conclusion. The fear of Crimsonfire suddenly clicked. It made sense. Earlier, he had made his way to their leader’s private den, pertaining to a question about hunting schedules, and had found it empty. The scent was becoming older, less prominent, as if she had left before dawn. And it was odd- she tended to stick around, organize patrols and watch over the cats she dictated over. Skyfire had shrugged his discovery off, imagining that she likely needed the same thing he had. Simple solitude. A break from clan life, likely. With the knowledge he had just come across, he realized that she hadn’t decided to wander. She had decided to leave. Never had she missed a clan meeting to this date. Mind you, her leadership had only lasted a short period of time. Crimsonfire, StarClan bless him, was now to be leader. Mild sadness, that’s all Skyfire felt at the idea of losing Sparrowstar. She had been young- nearly as young as her deputy himself, and was not strong or true as Crimsonfire. Nonetheless, Skyfire had watched her grow up, watched her become deputy, and then later watched her become a ‘-star’. Like with all fellow cats, he had grown some sort of an attachment to her. There must have been some sort of valid reason for her leave of duty. His eyes fell heavily over Shrikepaw, as far away from the crowd as possible, looking bored and stoic. Of course, he always looked like that. That or childishly enraged. He was such a challenge, such a handful. At least Crimsonpaw had been willing to learn. HE had wanted to become a strong warrior; so he had. Skyfire prided himself in his patience and urge to understand his clan mates. This barely out of kithood apprentice was threatening to shred his values. Irritated, he let out a small sigh, flicking his apprentice with his tail as he went by. Tone remained calm and level, glancing back at Shrike with a look that wasn’t so much condescending as firm. “Look alive, Shrikepaw. This isn’t above you.” He didn't pause for an answer. And here was Crimsonfire, soon to be Crimsonstar, open as a book. Now, it was likely that less observant cats wouldn’t spot his turmoil, his jumbled emotions. Skyfire though, saw them clear as day. It wasn’t fair that he was expected to jump into leadership. Being a deputy had lasted only mere moons. Sparrowstar had been cruel in her leaving, whether she knew that or not. Skyfire cocked his head to the side, remembering the determined and capable look that Crimsonpaw had given him countless times while training. The fierce belief in his apprentice had never escaped him. He could handle it, with the right deputy and a willing bunch of followers. Unfortunately, the hot-headed tiger had few. He shook his broad head slightly, coming to terms with the mess this could turn out to be. Many members of TigerClan would be unhappy with this development. What kind of a leader would Crimsonfire be, if he cannot show kindness in the smallest of things?, they would ask. Snowstorm, as was his usual persona, was looking somewhat annoyed; vaguely disgusted. For surely unhappy. A prime example of Crimsonfire’s carnage. Even saving his life couldn’t turn around Snowstorm’s ideas of him. Skyfire had taught him better than that. Stormhawk- there was the root problem. Settling himself into the front of the growing crowd, the warrior waited calmly, not allowing others to know of his conflicted viewpoints. He made his amber gaze reassuring, nodding to passer-bys, a small smile on his welcoming face, before finally craning his neck to watch. Confident, proud, that’s how he would look if the future leader searched for reassurance with his previous mentor. StarClan help us. Notes- getting a feel for maa boy Muse- ehhh.. medium Words- one zero four three [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/35jmdzp.jpg] [scrolly:h(115),w(413),sy] Just like clockwork, midday brought a long list of to-do's for Amberwind. Late in the mornings the early riser would take a quick catnap in the lower branches of the nearest shaded tree until the sun was high above the clouds and beginning to fall. Then Amberwind would stir and go back to her duties - something she held in much higher regard than was probably necessary. With nothing else on her mind but ensuring borders were secured, prey was nearby, and fresh kill was still in stock, Amberwind was known by everyone for her overzealous work ethic. Her routine never differed, never altered. She'd been doing the exact same thing every day for as long as she could remember, and the tigress enjoyed the cycle. She was a creature of habit, and this habit in particular was one she loved. Nothing was as important to Amberwind than TigerClan. It had been a long time since her routine was adjusted or interrupted, seeing as most of her clanmates knew how irritable the she-cat could be when her daily ritual was broken or interrupted. And so it came as a bit of a surprise when, while carefully checking the northernmost borders of the clan, a call rang out wide and clear - a summons for a clan meeting. Amberwind's auds pricked forward, curious. That had been a male calling, not Sparrowstar. Why was the leader not making the call? The thin tiger stood still for a moment as her amber orbs watched the territory around her. Surly there was a mistake; she would wait until clarification came. Leaning back onto her flexible haunches, Amberwind patiently waited for a yay or nay from Sparrowstar. Moments ticked by, and still no hint of a change came. Concerned, the warrior stood and took a few soft steps toward camp before halting again. Something was certainly off. Deciding it was her duty to find out what was going on - as well as satisfy her curiosity - the she-tiger padded forward toward the center of camp. Noticing nothing strange along the way, the tigress decided to take a moment of her time to enjoy the day, a rare privilege she allowed herself. There was always something more important to take care of, something or someone to be attended to. Especially with an apprentice; Amberwind needed to keep tabs on Lilypaw and ensure the young tiger was doing what needed to be done when it needed to be done. She didn't know where the young tigress was at the moment, but had faith that her apprentice would be doing exactly what Amberwind had commanded until hearing the summons for a meeting. The sun filtered lightly through the treetops, sending dappled green and white spots through the leaves onto the stripped back of the huntress. It was warm and calming, and the whole world seemed to have come to a stand-still to appreciate the weather. Padding softly into the camp, Amberwind was struck by an odd sight. Crimsonfire was standing alone where her leader should be. Irritation and confusion ate at the femme as she narrowed her eyes up at the deputy. He was the one who called this meeting? And without Sparrowstar? Whatever it was, it must have been important; was Sparrowstar sick? Amberwind glanced at the group assembled and spotted Goldenlight, the medicine cat. She seemed as relaxed and at ease as ever, and that caused the she-tiger to cast that thought from her mind. No; Goldenlight would be attending Sparrowstar if that were the case. Biting back the urge to question her deputy - it was not her place to do so - the tigress slunk quietly to a place unoccupied by one of her clanmates. Her thin body caused a small plume of dust to rise as she lowered her bodice to the ground, stretching out her muscles. Her orbs took in the others that had assembled; she was later than most, of course. No doubt they had all turned tail and come this way as soon as the call had been made for them. It felt odd for her to not be among the first to arrive; typically Amberwind jumped and ran at the chance to serve her clan and their hierarchy. Flicking her tail lazily, she caught the eye of the nearest clanmember and frowned, tilting her head to the side. Is there a problem? her face read. She didn't expect an answer of any sorts, since the closest tiger to her was Snowstorm, his face always so impassive and hard to read. She'd never been much of a fan of the tom, but he was part of TigerClan, and therefore part of her family, extended or not. words;; SEVEN-HUNDRED-EIGHTY-SIX muse;; MODERATE notes;; GETTING USED TO HER<3 GOTTA FIX THE TABLE LATER TOO...>_< speech;; 8c0000 music;; N/A [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/ff1h5s.jpg] From his vantage point atop the high rock, Crimsonfire could see everything in the camp from the lake on the far side, to every den. It was weird standing up here, looking out into the camp as, shudders, leader. Uncomfort was also a feeling that began to prickle at his pelt as he watched his Clanmates slowly begin to filter into the clearing, on after another, as if they were soldiers responding to they colonel's orders. The nervous tom tried not to show it, by attempting to keep his gaze steady and not let it wander and jump from cat to cat too much. He couldn't help but let his topaz eyes float over to Snowstorm, who despite the healing wounds in his sides, and the unimaginable pain he was most likely in. Crimsonfire couldn't help but smirk at how damn stubborn the older tom was. He probably just came to laugh at me. The smirk dropped off his face almost as fast as it had arrived at the dark thought. Great... Letting his eyes linger on the tom for a moment longer, he tore them away and swore to himself he wouldn't make eye contact with him again for the rest of the meeting. A blaze of white caught his attention out of his peripheral vision and he found himself looking scornfully at the young apprentice who looked like he was up to no good like usual. Annoyance raced down his spine, and flared through his every muscle at this dislike he had for the snot nosed Shrikepaw. Something was just not right with that guy, and Crimsonfire had never liked him. Crimsonfire, of course, was no stranger to unreasonable anger, but the anger that Shrikepaw held within his heart was totally ridiculous, and it ticked Crimsonfire off. Some warrior he'll make. SO what if that thought was rude? No one else would hear it, even though he would be happy to give the spitfire apprentice a piece of his mind and rip him a new one. With the new feeling brooding in his body Crimsonfire felt a new reason arise, as to why leader would be good. He could give Shrikepaw the most miserable duties! That cheered him up a bit. As the last few warriors came into his view and settled down into their respective spots beside friends, kin, or lovers, he felt the nerves begin to swarm in his stomach in a ferocious knot that made him feel noxious. The confident look that had turned his face stony, melted off and he was left naked in front of his Clan mates; all of whom he could see judging him and deciding whether or not he was ready to become leader, or if he should be leader. The knot twisted tighter and he couldn't stop his paws from shuffling and his whiskers from twitching. He hated himself right now, he hated showing all this emotion to his Clan mates. All this weakness. It sickened him. Searching for his mothers calming face, his eyes landed on Stormhawk, and his insides flared with ice hot embarrassment. The look he received back from his father was a cold one, challenging even. An invite to prove himself worthy of his fathers pride. Crimsonfire stared back at his father before opening his mouth, his voice not the least bit shaky, despite the snake ravaging his stomach. "I know it must come as a surprise to most of you, to see me, Crimsonfire standing a top the high rock. And I know most of you are wondering where Sparrowstar is." Curtly removing his eyes from Stormhawk, he let his eyes wander freely, from cat to cat (excluding Snowstorm, of course), his voice confident as he spoke painful words. "I have been asked by Sparrowstar, to not speak of the nature in which she steps down from leader, only that you respect her wishes, and that you do not seek her out." Crimsonfire swallowed the lump in his throat, remembering the way she looked when she spoke to him. He could still see the anguish in her eyes. The next words came out in a sad tone, letting his face fall and his eyes cloud up with a pool of tears along his bottom eyelid. "She asked me to tell you all that she is extremely sorry that she has left us all out of the blue, and that it hurts her immensely to have to step down as leader."

[/b] Okay, maybe he played up the emotion a little bit, but despite everything from earlier, he was beginning to feel better with every word that was spoken.

"As the new leader," again, the thought send a shudder through his body, this time unable to stop the involuntary spasm. Biting back the swarm of emotions, he continued. "I am supposed to make a journey to the Starcavern to speak with StarClan and receive my nine lives. I'm going to make the journey by myself." Looking to his old mentor, Skyfire, Crimsonfire let the corners of his lips smile. This was going better than he thought, though he had to admit that speaking in front of cats who were staring up at you like you had seven tails was kind of tiring. Letting his last comments hang in the air, the large brute let his own mind take in what he had said. This was very surreal to him. And he knew what came next for one of these meetings, seeing how it wasn't very long ago that he was apart of one himself. Crimsonfire had to name the new deputy. Someone to replace himself. The thought itself made him feel even more squirmish than anything else that had happened that day. Sighing, he knew who he would choose. It was one of the first thoughts that came to his mind earlier. Better get it over with, Crimsonfire, it isn't going to get easier the longer you wait.

"Also as my duty, I," Crimsonfire paused and searched the crowd for the familiar she-cats' face. "I'm supposed to name the new deputy to replace myself. I have put a lot of thought into this decision, and I believe this cat has deserved this position. I believe they will be a good deputy, and I trust them with my life." Crimsonfire looked away from her, and looked directly at Snowstorm, before speaking the cat who would replace him's name.

"Petaldawn."

Tagged;; TigerClan
Word Count;; 1088
Background Song;; Animal I've Become by Three Days Grace
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[atrb=background,http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z431/poshiloh/Something%20Beautiful%20v2/middle-5.png] [scrolly:h(282),w(444),sy] WITH impassive eyes, the white warrior watched as his clanmates gathered under Crimsonfire's roving gaze. They trickled in from just outside of camp or out of the dens in clumps of two or three, a few lonely stragglers sticking themselves on the fringes of it all. Light blue orbs watched Shrikepaw and Skyfire settling nearby and he glimpsed Petaldawn's noticeable pelt somewhere in the mess of whites and gingers. Goldenlight was sitting quietly near Crimsonfire looking calm and collected, meeting his gaze with a comfortable smile on her maw. Go figure, the oldest cat in the clan was the calmest. Perhaps she had seen this happen before? Or maybe she had had some forewarning unlike the rest of them. Had she known of Sparrowstar's weakness? Most likely. It wasn't uncommon knowledge that Goldenlight had been one of Sparrowstar's greatest confidants. Either way, Snowstorm simply drew his gaze away from the old medicine cat and waited quietly for the clan to finish gathering. WHEN at last Crimsonfire began speaking, explaining and confirming the clan's fears, it took less than a heartbeat for whispers to erupt from those around him. Snowstorm's whisker's twitched in displeasure at the rudeness of it, so much noise during a clan meeting. It was a wonder they could even hear the rest of Crimsonfire's words explaining that he was going to go to the Starcavern for his name and lives. Nearby Snowstorm heard a warrior hiss in displeasure and shot an icy glare at the other tom, a rare occurance for a tom as stoic as Snowstorm. He allowed this one slip and the other tom fell quiet under Snowstorm's icy gaze. After a few moments when the clan had settled down a bit, Snowstorm glanced back up in time to hear Crimsonfire announce who would replace him as deputy. It didn't miss him that Crimsonfire met his gaze when he gave the announcement, though Snowstorm honestly didn't know why. Apparently Crimsonfire was stuck on the idea that Snowstorm wanted power in the clan. Silly tom. At least his choice, Petaldawn, wasn't as terrible a one as he had expected. Petaldawn wasn't a cat Snowstorm knew well, not that he knew many well, but he knew her from afar. She appeared quiet and soft spoken. She was a loner-born cat brought into the clan late in life. In fact, Snowstorm could vaguely recall the fuss brought up at her acceptance into TigerClan. He also remembered Goldenlight mentioning her once or twice, saying she had wanted to pursue a medicine cat's life for a while. Interesting how someone intent on being a healer was no the second in command of a bunch of hunters and fighters. Snowstorm's tail curled and flicked beside his large front paws as he regarded the blue-tinted she-cat with an oddly intent expression for a cat that normally watched passively. This was intent focus for once. PALE blue orbs found the unusual blue tigress through the clamor of his shifting clanmates. Snowstorm's only hope was that the young tigress could cool some of Crimsonfire's fierce temper and molten rage. Quite honestly Snowstorm didn't know how much of it the clan could take before war broke out or something. As the clan raised a ruckus around him about Petaldawn's appointment, some happy for her and others spiteful, Snowstorm instead twisted his head to rasp his tongue over the new scars in his side. They itched in a most annoying fashion but the irritation was quickly enough quieted. Rising to his feet, Snowstorm rolled his shoulders, watching a few warriors near Petaldawn congratulate her while others hung back and looked uneasily between Crimsonfire and the new deputy. Turning his head, Snowstorm met Crimsonfire's amber gaze, eyes as cool and unreadable as ever before he looked away and made his way toward a sunny patch of ground at the very edge of camp where he settled himself, contentedly watching the clan mill about, shouting questions and making a general mess of themselves. Laying his head on his large front paws, Snowstorm curled his tail placidly to lay across his hind paws, body curled in a C-shape facing the new leader and deputy. THESE next few moons would be interesting indeed. Idly he let his mind wander to Jaypaw, his deceased apprentice, and to StarClan. What did they think of all this? Tagged;; Crimsonfire/clan Words;; 691 Song;; "Letter to Me" by Brad Paisley Notes;; sorry, snowy muse kinda being iffy [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv245/Midnight_kitteh/BlueTiger-1-2-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(135),w(420),sy] She had heard the meeting call, watched as everyone exited the den to listen to the leader speak but she felt like staying in for a few more seconds, that was, until a fellow clanmate hissed at her to come out and listen. Shaking her pelt she slowly rose from her next and exited the den after everyone was gone from it. She noticed that Crimsonfire was announcing to the clan and confusion on the faces of some and on her own. Sitting down near the back of the clan she sat and waited. As the meeting went own, he said that he was going to take over as leader since Sparrowstar chose to disappear on them. She felt sad for the young tiger tom. He had only been deputy of only a short period of time before being hurled into the leader position. She would hate it if she was flung into a position like that. Other than that, she zoned out most of what he was saying. As she tried to focus on other things till he had announced the new deputy; faces of other tigers, the birds resting in the trees above, thin clouds in the sky, anything really. Realty was shoved in her face as soon as the word's left Crismonfire's mouth. I believe they will be a good deputy, and I trust them with my life... Petaldawn." Her jaw dropped open, but she quickly realized it and snapped it shut, making her teeth click together. She looked around at the tigers who stared at her. She flattened her ears, eyes wider than a scared kit and she tensed her muscles. She knew the clan must hate the idea of her being the deputy, when she had no TigerClan blood in her veins at all. Hatred must have been building inside of many of the members and the thought made the blue tinted tigress sick to her stomach. After swallowing what felt like a large grain of salt, she held her head up high, straightened her posture and forced herself to feel proud and express her fake excitement. She knew many of them must have known she wasn't taking this well and would take advantage of that later. She could already anticipate words of hate and malice directed towards her after the meeting. Character(s): Crimonfire, Snowstorm, Strikepaw, Skyfire, Amberwind and TigerClan Word Count: 390 Background Music: "Freaking Out" by Adema Notes: Hahah poor Petal!

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/35jmdzp.jpg] [scrolly:h(115),w(413),sy] Realization dawned on the stripped warrior the moment Crimsonfire began to speak. Her body tingled with shock and anticipation, angling her soft face closer to the deputy-turned-leader on the rock as he addressed them. Sparrowstar had gone, the whispers around her were true. Amberwind, who rarely listened to gossip and even more rarely put any stock into it, felt her chest expand with a small wheezing half-growl of confusion. It was a quiet sound and was over almost immediately, as she hadn't intended to make it in the first place. The tigress gave her head a small shake, renewing her concentration on what Crimsonfire was saying. Now, she knew, would come the time for him to announce his own successor. The new deputy for TigerClan. A large part of Amberwind's heart went out to the tom who would now be her leader. He was every bit as arrogant and hard-headed as everyone said - she knew this from her short periods of observing him and the brief moments in the past they'd crossed paths. But she'd had no qualms when he had been named deputy; Crimsonfire was a good warrior, a loyal tom, and very capable. But she realized the look on his face before he'd started speaking - he was afraid. The she-cat wondered if he hadn't been as unprepared and unready for this as the rest of the clan. He'd only been deputy for a short time; could he really be ready to be leader yet? She doubted it. There was a thick tension passing through the assembled cats as Crimsonfire took his breath to announce his new deputy. Amberwind felt herself leaning even farther in, trying to catch every word, every breath. The cats next to her - with, of course, the exception of the ever-stoic Snowstorm - seemed to be doing the same, and for a moment the whispers settled down allowing silence to prevail for a short time. "Petaldawn." Amberwind's eyes shot to the blue-tinged femme that lay shock-stricken for a moment before she gathered her wits about her. The TigerClan warrior could remember when a young Petaldawn had been accepted into the clan at great controversy from everyone. At first, Amberwind had been among those that didn't welcome the blue-pelted femmora. Her determination to serve her clan and keep it safe meant that a newcomer like Petaldawn couldn't be trusted fully, could be a danger. But over time, she had come to accept the femme. After all, her leader had spoken and Amberwind had no right to challenge that. Now, she regarded her new deputy with interest, a small purr of interest rising in her throat. She knew little of her clanmate, since the tigress allowed herself little time to relax and get to know others well. But from what she knew of the azure femme she hoped that the she-tiger would be able to mellow Crimsonfire out a little. She was generally a soft-spoken sort of gal, and Amberwind had every reason to support this choice. She stood, shaking small clouds of dust and dirt from her thick pelt. It would be bad manners not to congratulate the femme on her sudden new role. Besides, Petaldawn now outranked Amberwind; that alone spoke for itself, didn't it? She padded over to join the small group around her and dipped her head slightly in greeting at the younger female. "Congratulations, Petaldawn," she said softly, with the hint of a smile. She would wait a moment to see if she got a response from the new deputy, then return to her patrolling duties. Amberwind still had many things to get done today, after all. words;; SIX-HUNDRED-TWENTY-SIX muse;; MODERATE notes;; I LOVE PIE<3 speech;; 8c0000 music;; "DRESSED FOR THE WEDDING" - PERFECT EYES LIE [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i41.tinypic.com/ff1h5s.jpg] Petaldawn, of course, wasn't his first choice to be deputy. He had taken into consideration other parties but had no longing to work along side them. He knew that many would question his authority, and try to talk to him like they knew what was best for the Clan. Crimsonfire wasn't stupid, and he wouldn't let anyone treat him like he was. He thought he had made the right decision in the naming of his deputy; regardless of her place among the Clan. StarClan had not warned him of his decision, did not inform him that he was wrong. He just did what he felt was right in naming her and went along with it. An underlying fact of the matter was he figured Petaldawn to be a bit of a push over, and someone who would listen to him without question. Childish, and a tad bit selfish, but that sited Crimsonfire just fine. The rest of the Clan didn't need to know the reasoning behind his decision, it was really none of their business. All they had to do, was listen to her when she organized patrols, and any other tasks she had for him. If they were able to listen to him, he didn't see the problem with them listening to her. Crimsonfire felt Snowstorm's icy hot gaze graze his own, but very briefly. It didn't surprise him in the least that the tom didn't show any sign of disappointment or disapproval. Well, to be honest, any kind of emotion at all. However, the shutting up of the other tom was one that Crimsonfire noticed and took into account. It helped reassure the young tom in his new position, that someone was willing to support him, even if it was someone who he had a very strong dislike for. He seemed to be the only cat who wasn't running mouth while he talked. If he hadn't been so nervous, Crimsonfire had no doubt that he would've lipped off his Clan, but that thought didn't even cross his mind until that moment. No, Crimsonfire wasn't ignorant to the angry, and even disgusted undertones of the Clans discussion. Right now though, he couldn't let it get to him; he had shown much too much emotion to the Clan already. Feeling uncomfortable with the whispers coursing through the Clan like wildfire, Crimsonfire took a breath. "I will be making the journey as soon as possible. I will be back by sun high tomorrow. Until then, you are under the law of Petaldawn. This meeting is ... urm... over. You are dismissed." Spewing out the last sentence in an almost incoherent way, he brought his body down from the rock and walked over to his new deputy who looked absolutely terrified. Crimsonfire could relate to what she was probably feeling, though he hadn't been that shocked when he was named deputy. It was almost expected, at least in his opinion it was. Stopping a fox length away from her, he smiled gently at the tigress and sighed. "Congratulations, Petaldawn. I am aware you have not had an apprentice yet, but I will sort that out soon. Until then, please ignore that words of your Clanmates, I assure you they will get bored with trying to antagonize you." His voice was low, and the key was soft. Taking a few steps closer to her, he let his ears turn back slightly. "I am honoured to have you as my deputy." With that he dipped his head, and with one last look to his Clan, he turned away from her and from his Clan and walked towards his new den. Coming up to it though, he felt a weird tingling in his body. The den was not welcoming, nor comforting to him right now. Tail twitching, he took a step into the entrance and was struck by the strong smell of Sparrowstar, though she was nowhere to be seen. Mixed feelings caressed his mind, none of them pleasant in the least. Without entering any farther, he changed his course and headed out of the camp and into TigerClan territory. Tagged;; TigerClan Word Count;; 699 Background Song;; nothing Notes;; T_T crappiest post of my life.

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