I WANNA MAKE IT RIGHT,, {promotions and demotions!!} THAT IS THE WAY

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    The sun shone despite the cold wind that made the grass rustle. Very few birds tweeted, for it was too cold for them to be cheerful. Although the sun was bright in the sky, it was still rather chilly, it being leaf-fall and all.


    Looking around quietly, the white tom bounded towards the Highrocks, long legs carrying him far with little to no effort. As he climbed, Cyclonestar glanced at the sky, shivering even though very few clouds cluttered anywhere near, which meant no storms for hopefully a few days.


    He sighed, ears flicking as he reached the top of the rocks, blue eyes wandering for a bit before he called out. "All those old enough to catch your own prey, please join me at the Highrocks for a few announcements," As he spoke, the leader fluffed out his fur, feeling the cold wind seep into his bones, causing him to let out a soft cough. Darn the changing weather. It always made him feel icky, his nose partially stuffed and throat always dry.


    While he patiently waited for the clan to assemble, Cyclonestar thought over what he was about to do, staring off into space as he zoned out, a slight frown on his face. He'll regret what'll be coming, but it's for the best of the clan. Not to mention that it will hopefully boost activity, and keep everyone from getting bored and disappearing like they have been. Hey, maybe he should add in a new rank, but there's been so many suggestions for it that he wasn't sure which one the clan needed most. Eh, maybe he should wait a bit longer, let the clan thrive a bit more before adding onto the ranks. I mean, they already have the Sleaths, to which no other clans have- as far as he knows. Yeah, maybe changing up the ranks a bit'll help the clan bustle a bit more before they settle down again.

    Coloredpencil gazed at Cyclonestar as she trotted over and took a seat.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Pristinekit just wandered forwards, eyes red from crying.

    Freepaw walked over, having a feeling she knew what this was all about. She hadn't seen her mate in quite some time, and it was only a matter of time before- no, she didn't want to think that would happen. It couldn't.

    Colorkit ran over and sat down next to Freepaw with a sigh. "Hi Free!" she chirped.


    Seventhyear trotted up from behind her. He had a feeling he knew what this was going to be about. "Freepaw," he meowed, dipping his head.

    Triffle


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    [justify][font=trechubet ms][color=brown]He only realizsed that he hasn't seen Twelfthnight as much as usual nor with Berthold and Pandora. The red tabby blinked his green orbs as he looked at the gathering cats and took a seat nearby the Highrocks, wondering what announcements the leader had to say for the Clan.


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    "Greetings Linkinpark," Seventhyear meowed to his fellow sleath. It was good to see some other high positions gathering around and she was very excited about this. "How are you doing?"

    The albino was curious. A meeting? She understood that with Northstar's death, it would be hard for the Clan to adapt to a wonderful and understanding leader to be gone from the face of the earth. Winterpaw scuttled over to Linkinpark, her only friend beside Twelfthnight and sat down quietly.

    [align=center]Seeing as how many cats had already gathered, the leader cleared his throat to prevent any coughing as he spoke. "Northstar's death has shaken the clan quite a bit, seeing as how many of you had close connections with her, myself included. But she wouldn't want her death to cause the clan to disperse. So, with that said, i have a few changes to make with the ranks," His voice, although a bit scratchy, boomed some.


    "I'm sad to say that Lineart will have to be demoted from his rank of Medicine cat due to his inactiveness around the clan," Cyclonestar meowed, whiskers twitching. "Therefore, Freepaw, you are now SolsticeClan's medicine cat," He dipped his head slightly to the new Medicine cat, blue eyes glowing slightly.

    Triffle


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    [justify][font=trechubet ms][color=brown]Turning to Seventhyear, the sleath nodded in acknowledgement to the other sleath. "I am doing fine, thank you," the red tabby mewed and turned as he saw Winterpaw approach him and sit next to him. Then Cyclonestar's voice ran out in the clearing and as he mentioned Freepaw being the new medicine cat, he cheered for the calico feline.


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    "Congratulations Freepaw!" Colorkit exclaimed, happy for her mother and best friend.


    Seventhyear nodded his congratulations.

    Octoberkit smiled, nuzzling Freepaw.


    Coloredpencil cheered along with her Clanmates.

    [justify]Disneykit was sad too. Tears were in her eyes, but her pride didn't let them run down her coat. Instead, she called out, "Congrats!".[/justify]

    "Omigosh, thank-k you!" Freepaw meowed. Although she was pretty sad that she hadn't seen Lineart around, and they were kind of drifting apart, due to lack of communication and whatnot. "I'll go get my name sooner or later."

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    Nodding to the newly promoted medicine cat, the tom continued on. "I know Freepaw will be a wonderful medicine cat," He mewed, tail flicking as he searched the crowd of cats, looking for one in particular. "Also, I must announce that i've decided who will be co-leader alongside me," Eyes gazing around, the tom shifted his paws a bit uncertainly.


    "I'd like Twelfthnight to help me lead the clan. Although Berthold would also make an excellent co-leader, Twelfthnight has shown more activity around the clan," Cyclonestar said, hoping that he hadn't made the decision to replace Northstar too quickly, because it might just be salt in the wounds of her family. Wait, what was he thinking? Northstar would never be replaced. She was too valuable a leader amongst the clan, and her kin lived to prove that.

    Seventhyear nodded, cheering for his friend. "Way to go Twelfthnight!" he hollered. He wondered if any sleaths would be promoted to deputy.

    Triffle


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    [justify][font=trechubet ms][color=brown]Ah Twelfthnight. He would be a good leader, the sleath knew. Smiling, he called out a congratulations to the new co-leader.


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    [justify]Disneykit grunted, slightly angry. Why would he chose to replace Northstar this soon? Her eyes narrowed at the leader in a moment of foolishness's hatred. "Congratulations." the smoke tortie mewed to Twelfthnight, nodding.[/justify]