They had just gotten their territory back, it was supposed to be a time of celebration. Yet they had been swamped with an outbreak. Were they not supposed to get their territory back? Were they just supposed to sit and take it as Windclan drove them out of their home, as Windclan stomped on them and spat in their faces? He would never allow that to happen, he didn't allow it to happen. If Starclan declared that Riverclan were to be wiped out, stepped on, beaten and belittled he would spit in their face and continue to help his clan thrive the best he could. He wouldn't be like Bucknight, he wouldn't be like Thornfrost, he was going to put them first. They ran away with their tail tucked between their legs when the going got rough and when they were needed the most.
Of course he talked tough, but he could feel it, the sluggishness, the thick liquid that was beginning to replace his blood. Make his bones creaky, fragile. Make his mind nothing more than a puddle, a bigger mess than what it already was. He had been infected. He wasn't going anywhere, however, they had no Deputy, no Medicine cat, and the only Medicine cat that was offering their assistance was Oriolestorm. He would have to thank her when he got the chance. Warriors, Apprentices, Queens and Elders were already being escorted to the Seastones in mass amounts, clan already far too empty for his liking. However, he wouldn't leave, not after they just got it back, not after all they had done to get it back. He would continue to lead here, sent patrols with prey when needed, the sick wouldn't be able to hunt.
The ebony tom had been pacing back and fourth by the time a lithe body pushed its way past the fronds into his den, lapis hues locking onto the apprentice the second his name was called. It took a second for him to recognize who it was, he had only seen the apprentice scuttling about here and there. He knew the tom had some...issues regarding mental thinking, but the leader never thought it was this bad. He listened on as the apprentice rambled on, mentally noting how he got Daisyshade's name incorrect...and how he continued to talk about her in present tense.
Once Shiverpaw began to talk about how he would help out, an idea light up in his mind. Cogs slowly began to turn, brows furrowed together. He wouldn't wait for Starclan to send him a sign, he would make the decision himself. Fallenstar began to stride towards the smaller tom, and within a few seconds he was standing right in front of him. "You will be Riverclans new Medicine cat." he stated.