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A call he had heard many times in the past was breathed new life as it was uttered for the first time in their new home. Rootlegs laid in his nest, a nest made for one. His paws were tucked underneath his slim body and his tail neatly curled round his body as he wrapped up tightly. When Tempeststar announced the start of the meeting, Rootlegs lifted his head in the direction of the call before pulling his gaze to the empty space where Ryecatcher once laid. A lonesome yet somewhat smitten sighed escaped the tom's maw as loving memories of his man flooded him and he purred to himself, "Riverclan has gotten far huh Babe?"
Taking his first steps of the day out into the light, he cast his gaze towards the willow tree, taking a moment to watch the clan disappear behind the low hanging branches. The image itself was something to behold, a shroud that sealed away their leader and if he waited any longer he was likely to be late. He quickened his pace and pushed through the branches, scanning the area quickly for his family and friends. Locating familiar faces the tom settled and once again wrapped his tail round his dark paws and looked up to his close friend.
Paws started shuffling as he watched the leader, nervous of her condition. Either she had gotten a good night's rest or she was getting better at concealing her exhaustion. She had returned with her names and lives but Rootlegs couldn't help but worry for his best friend. Gentle green orbs glanced up at Tempeststar as she commanded the role of leader with ease. Moral boosting the existing clan members, welcoming the new. It seemed so natural to her - something that came to no surprise to the Senior Warrior.
Successor? Of course, now with her lives Tempeststar was going to appoint a deputy! Rootlegs watched patiently, sitting in his usual perfect upright position as he waited for the black and white femme to utter a name of a clan member. Rootlegs. The tom's eyes had never been wider. The man usually concealed any extreme expression that was not of the positive emotion but shock was plastered plainly on his face. However, as the slow seconds ticked by it became obvious to him that the she-cat couldn't force herself to chose her mother and if there was anything Rootlegs understood was being protective over your mother.
With her encouragement, Rootlegs took hiss first steps as deputy of Riverclan and sat at the root of the willow tree, looking out at the many eyes that starred back at him and his leader. With a proud but shy small smile, Rootlegs dipped his head to the cats that watched him, hoping they agreed with her choice. Subtly tapping his paw three times before he spoke, Rootlegs lifted his head up to look at Tempeststar, "If I may? I would like to say I am grateful for your decision in choosing me and just like when I was a medic, a warrior or Senior warrior I will do my best to look after the clan's well being," and with that he fell silent as he waited for the rest of the meeting to play out.
// Thank you soo much!!! <33 super excited for deputy Rootlegs and I hope I can help RC :3
➤➣➤ Owlpaw was quick to appear at Tempestwing--no, Tempeststar's call. He had breathed a sigh of relief that day that she had returned with Pipitpetal, new name and nine lives in tow. It had been a harrowing first moon of her rule, what with the manner of Gladestar's disappearance and then the moonstone's destruction and the great move. He couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of stress and strain Tempeststar must have been carrying all this time, and it pleased him to see her recovering one milestone at a time.
Coming to a comfortable seat to one side of the assembled crowd, Owlpaw listened carefully to what Tempeststar had to say. He noted her acknowledgement of all the new and recent joiners to the Clan, which was marked by the abundance of new faces sitting around him, and his ears perked up at the possibility of patrols to explore their new territory more fully. He hoped that his medicinal duties wouldn't keep him from participating, though he was sure their new herb garden would require a great deal of care and maintenance as they began to grow things there. But as he mused, everything grew quiet again as Tempeststar prepared to announce her choice for deputy. Ravensong, Rootlegs, Gyrecall, there were so many excellent choices that she could have made, but as Rootlegs' name left her mouth Owlpaw couldn't help himself from grinning widely. That was his grandfather! The father of the man who'd taken him in when his parent had disappeared, the one who'd always kept an eye on him and Sunpaw, who'd healed and served and guided the Clan for so many moons.
Owlpaw had never been around for the selection of a deputy before, so he didn't know what the proper decorum in this situation might be. Without waiting to see if anyone else was doing it, he yelled out "Rootlegs! Rootlegs!" several times, like the Clan would do when a new warrior was named. His enthusiasm grew swiftly to awkwardness as he waited to see whether or not others would join him or if he'd just made a complete fool out of himself.
// CONGRATS DIA AND ROOTY!!!!
//track and CONGRATS DIA !!
He really didn't care about any of this. The only thing he knew today was that he'd be getting a mentor. The leader — not his leader — moves on to speak about how all her lives and how she's Starclan appointed. He would've snickered had it not been for the serious expressions on the others. Kinda embarrassing she even thinks that's real. He'd make sure to remind himself that's she's crazy anytime she tried to tell him to do something he didn't want to. Rootlegs gets chosen and accepts it gratefully. Cool, let's move on now. He still didn't get whatever the hype was about having these tanks and why they were so important. All he knew was that Tempestwing, or star for some reason now, had let him in and was expecting him to respect her as if she was great. He'd be the judge of that, as he knew that his former leader type cat was a disgusting man who didn't deserve respect. Truthfully, he was just scared that she'd turn out the same.
" 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔. "
KIO ☼ Riverclan apprentice ( face + voice claim )
Pure white and speckled with black mutt with a black tail and paws; adorned by cerulean blue eyes, paired with a gold chain collar.
☼ member of the Thunderpath gang and moth/dealer for Sol&Co
☼ rabbit/follower of Ark's cult, non-believer of Starclan
It seemed that all had gone well this time. While Ravensong was no worshipper of StarClan, she had seen enough to believe in their existence. She found a place to settle next to Kio, blue eyes looking up to Tempestwing—star—taking in her words.
With her lives all in order, the Clan would sit in bated silence as they awaited her decision for a deputy. When Rootlegs's name was called, she felt a wide smile break out, whether in joy for the tom, or in her own relief, or both. He was a perfect successor, and while she did hope to be deputy, she knew the younger tom's expertise in so many different fields would make him a great leader someday and she did hope said someday would come without Tempeststar losing any of her nine lives; a peaceful retirement, if one would. She was relieved too, that she no longer needed to step up, and that nothing had happened to her daughter during the journey. Heavens knew she much preferred to follow orders than be the one giving orders on such a high level. Rootlegs was a good tom, a good father, and to her, a good friend. A part of her wondered if he'd still be able to lend an ear with all the new duties he had to do; he kept her grounded, but she understood if he hadn't the time. "Congratulations, Rootlegs!"
— "speaking in #0081ff" —
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❝ ringing in my head, when you broke my chest ❞
✧ She couldn't be more proud. Moons ago, Storksplash couldn't have said she felt the same as she did now. Oftentimes, even at DarkClan, she felt like an outsider during meetings. Now, however, she really felt a part of this - a part of something bigger than herself. More to the point, she was excited that her Clan - no, her home - was becoming more than it had been before. This was more than a move, or rebuilding, but building upon what had simply been here all along. Tempeststar's reign most certainly brought newfound hope to the Clan, and with a definite successor now, shining optimism. Rootlegs was a great decision.
"Tempeststar! Tempeststar! Rootlegs! Rootlegs!" Storksplash joined her Clanmates eager rejoice, ready to join her leaders in paving the way for the future of RiverClan.
･ﾟ ✦ ° A PLACE NO ONE CAN SEE - Sagefeather settled just outside of the nursery, relief sweeping over them at the announcement that Tempeststar had received her nine lives. It would be weird to refer to the molly by her new name - she'd only ever known the tabby as wing - but Sagefeather supposed they'd all have to get used to it. Rootlegs was named deputy, and Brightfish and Boargrowl received their full names.
"Congratulations!" They enthused.
// quick post so that im not double posting with tem while i write the app ceremonies