[Fuzzy]

Originally Posted by starfall

The tom had seen the molly around the clan before, though he didn't know her name by heart, he just knew that she had died delivering her kits, which, in turn, the ebony tom gave his respect to her. The further he got into his ceremony, the more he regretted it, he didn't want this, he didn't wish to become the leader...but what choice did he have? He couldn't leave his clan after everything that has happened, loosing Geckoleaf, Russetstar resigning, he had to keep his beloved clan in tact. What kind of tom would he be if he just took the selfish route and stepped down, they're counting on him, and honestly, that was the sole reason behind him stepping up to become leader, coming down to the Starcave to receive his nine lives. He let out a shaky breath and steadied himself again, putting an equal amount of weight on each paw, his muscles flexing as he tried to keep himself up right.

Fallenstrem kept a steady gaze as Opalstream spoke, giving him her little chunk of wisdom. As she spoke, his ears perked, he had already had to make a difficult decision for the whole of his clan. With Snowstar coming to ask for his assistance in the Windclan Thunderclan war, and with Lobsterbreath killing a kit during his first meeting he had already been feeling the effects of being a leader...effects wasn't the right word, the stress of being a leader, he now had a better understanding of why Russetstar resigned. As she gave him the life, force rippled thorugh his body, but instead of curling into the pain, the tom stood straight, and awaited the next cat, hesitance flickered in his eyes, and uncertainty blazed in his soul. Was he really the best suited for leading his clan?
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After the fourmal queen returned to the ranks of StarClan. A black and white tom came out of the ranks of StarClan. He had never met Fallenstream in person or seen him. But he heard about him when he was born from his close friend, Wildheart, who was still living in RiverClan as an elder. With his thick fluffy tail waving behind him he came to stand in front of the new leader of his old Clan. "Greetings Falenstream. I am White night of RiverClan." He meowed dipping his head. "Though you would know of me." He added not wanting the black tom to worry about not knowing him. With a twitch of his whiskers he continued. "With this life I give you mercy. So you may show your Clan compassion and forgiveness." He meowed as he leans to touch his nose to the other Tom's head. A surge ran though his body as the life past though him and into Falenstream. Stepping back he dipped his head again. "I know you will lead RiverClan and keep them safe. You just have to believe it and not get caught up in the little problems in life." He added. Some may find it hard to over look the littlest problems in life, he had this problem ounce. But he learned that nothing is perfect you just have to be strong and push on. With that he turned and disappeared into the ranks of StarClan.