Drizzlecloud
Thunderclan
She/her
Drizzlecloud had a feeling that she knew what direction this meeting was going to take. The formalities, of course. Re-assignments, ceremonies, the like. Springpaw even came to sit with her–which was a surprise, as she never really sat with her during meetings. It was a welcome presence nonetheless, and she flicked her tail-tip against the molly’s shoulder.
“Well… I’d presume the nursery will come up this time around.” She didn’t think she’d have to build on her previous statement. Springpaw would know what she meant by
the nursery, considering what had happened there.
The meeting proceeded from there–disregarding the kit attack that had happened, the meeting went on with the usual formalities, as she had presumed. Apprentice ceremonies, which one kit failed to show up for, reassignments, and then came the bad news that she had expected. Her gaze shifted to Springpaw for a moment, but only a moment, before she looked back up towards Bumblestar.
Silentpaw had died–she hadn’t heard anything of that, so perhaps it was very recent. Her ears lay flat against her head for a few moment as she glanced around. The last mentioned death was that of Heronsnarl, which she had actually been made aware of before this meeting. Given, it was Mudhound who had told her, seeing as they wanted her to say a few words to send her off. Of course, she had accepted the request.
With a simple dip of her head directed towards Bumblestar, she stood, taking a few steps forward to stand just beneath the Stormcrest. She had already been pretty close to the front of the crowd, so it didn’t take long. For a moment or two, she paused, her gaze sweeping over her clanmates–public speaking like this wasn’t necessarily her thing, but when her eyes landed on Mudhound, she pushed onward.
“Although we could not recover Heronsnarl’s body, she still deserves a ceremony of sorts to send her off. Additionally, we deserve the time to mourn our losses and say our goodbyes. Even if we cannot see her before us now, even if we cannot groom her fur one last time before she goes, and even if we cannot give her the proper burial fit for a clanmate… I pray that she can see us now, and that she will hear my words of farewell.” Drizzlecloud paused–this kind of felt a lot heavier than she had expected. Nonetheless, pressing onward.
“May she rest among the stars peacefully, find swift running and plentiful hunting… And, a moment of silence for her, if you will.”
Drizzlecloud tipped her head back, her nose pointed up towards the sky ever so slightly before she closed her eyes. A beat passed–a long beat, and when she deemed fit, she opened her green eyes and peered out at her clanmates once again. With another dip of her head, she slipped back into the crowd, seating herself beside Springpaw once again.