Business as usual, he supposed. Of course, it wasn't every day that you were having to announce to the remains of your home that your impromptu and rather visionary leader had croaked, along with a dozen or so of your warrior friends. Friends; he used the word lightly. In truth, he hadn't made much in the way of a connection with the majority of them at all. It still stung a bit, though, to see Windclan's numbers depleted... less forced social interaction, but at what cost?
He had to chuckle when he considered this. How morbid. Perhaps the other clans were right about him? No matter. The curses of an enemy were of no concern to the accursed.
Bounding up to the top of the stones overlooking camp, the fiery feline swept a chilled glance over the indeed diminished happenings of the day. The journey to the fabled Moonstone had already been completed; his extra lives already tacked onto him by a number of familiar faces. One of them, he recalled, was bravery; the shockwave of feeling he'd had while receiving it was not so easily forgotten, but was still a source of some humour. The fact that his predecessors had felt that quality was one he needed so badly spoke volumes.
Not that it wasn't... untrue. Standing here before the gradually increasing number of upward gazes inspired classic doubt and anxiety. "Ah, well. Hello there, all. You've noticed," he began, clearing his throat to make way for the - hopefully - more impactful words to follow. Wouldn't want them to get caught in his teeth. "I'm sure you've all noticed the bout of greencough that just came through here. Bit hard to miss. And, apparently, bit hard to recover from. We've lost half our clan."
Scorchfur- no, Scorchstar, turned his cloudy glance skyward for a moment. Did he sound insensitive? Maybe. But it was better to be blunt with them, he reasoned, than to sugarcoat. It was death. Death demanded at least that much from him. "Our leader is dead- well. Our previous one. I say previous, because she's, well, dead, and because I've already been chosen by Starclan to carry on her work," the newly-proclaimed leader carried on, settling into what was, hopefully, a more refined and in-control stance. "She had no deputy, so I guess it really could've been any of us. But they chose me. And I'll do my best for you. It's what we all deserve after this-"
He had to stop, even if just for a moment, or the words would've gotten lodged in his throat. Oh dear. Now was not a good time for this. In front of the clan! Well, really, they'd probably all seen it before; he wasn't new around here. But it was a meeting of gravity! Scorchstar screwed his pale eyes shut, clenching his jaw shut in a vague attempt at subtlety. No, no, no, after the big important announcement of his self-appointment (well, Starclan-appointment; there was no lie in that, but the choice was thoroughly accepted). That was his time. Whispers arrived at his ears in bits and pieces, as if from a much further distance than just the few feet between him and the base of the stones. The darkness shrouding his vision continued to swim impossibly behind his closed lids. If he stayed here, he could see himself taking a nasty and very unceremonious tumble, so he announced, rather loudly, "I have not picked a deputy or medicine cat, but I will soon! You are all dismissed!" and disappear behind the shroud of lichen, a silent demand for immediate solitude.
/heyo! new leader here new phone who dis. basically, the explanation for wc dying for a bit was a bad greencough outbreak that devastated the clan. tryouts for the noted positions are open and will be announced in the next meeting. ^^
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