She remains still, having mastered the art of ignoring any further comments or arguments over their dead Clanmates. But she wasn't so cold as to ignore the new leader's summons for her up front. Frosty eyes meet his for an instant, and then she nods.
It was a long time coming. She was old enough to be a mentor herself, now. To be a new queen even, if she'd ever met a suitor. She was old enough to find a way to bring Lionstorm and Fawnsqueak to rest.
Plumpaw rises to her feet and calmly pads between the gathered cats until she is beneath the streamstone. The silver mau ducks her head to give her chest a couple of licks, then lifts it high, feeling proud and a little bit indignant. She hoped Spiderpaw would take her place beside her. The ever so absent molly, the one she was meant to befriend and stick with, by their mentor's suggestion. They had dreadfully little in common to share, except for the one cat who had held this whole Clan together for so long. She could pick out the individual cats whom he'd saved, or touched in some way or another. But wouldn't that take too long?
Taking a slow, deep breath, the apprentice waits. Kestrelstar rose on the updraft of change. For better or for worse, she would pledge herself to it.
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