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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil
@ fenic!
Cloudrain approached the leader's den slowly, hoping Russetstar would be in there. Peering through the entrance, her icy hues searched through the dimness of the den, looking for the tabby cat. She had seen her friend walking into the leaders den earlier and had decided to go have a chat with him. "Hey Russet, you there?", Cloudrain asked, searching for a figure through the darkness. Not being able to spot anything, she decided to just pad forward and sit down, wrapping her tail around her paws neatly. She wondered how long sh would have to wait till her friend came, or maybe he was in the den and just blending in with the dark. Cloudrain planned on congratulating her best friend on his well earnt position. She knew he deserved it and he would lead RiverClan to be the great clan it once was. The clan it was before Bucknight came along and ruined everything. Things seemed more peaceful then it was before and every clan was rising up to the status that they were once at. Cloudrain's mind started to wander off to some thoughts that included the new clan. SkyClan. Was SkyClan new? Or had it been a clan for ages? She had many questions about the new clan, but she wasn't going to get much info on them from her clanmates. |
The den still smelled like him- it was driving Russetstar crazy as he sat inside of the leader's den quietly, shuffling his paws in discomfort as he stared up towards the celing bleakly. Sighing to himself, he couldn't believe that it was him who was chosen to take Bucknight's place. Power was a thing that could drive you out of control when you had too much, and being the leader of Riverclan- to him, that was definitely power. He was afraid of letting himself go, of losing his sense of morality like all the leaders of the dark era did. The cat was optimistic and kind, but he was worrying under that facade- with a clan in ruins thanks to a battle which some cats had yet to recover from, he was stressing himself out. He was trying to fix something that had to take time in order to heal, and patience was key here- something that was dwindling by the second as he sat, thinking. He'd do anything to prevent himself from becoming corrupt like that, knowing that he'd been given these nine lives for a reason, and that he had to use them wisely. His brooding was interrupted, however, by the sound of his friend's voice- something that at least relieved some of his anxiety at the moment. "...Cloudrain?" He called, trying to keep his voice firm and powerful- like it was supposed to be. He had to set an example, be a role model to all of the others who resided here. Russetstar had to keep it together.