[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;font-size:8pt;text-align:justify;]The sun was setting as cool winds blew gently, scattering pine leaves as they brushed through the camp. The sky was a pretty pink-orange, allowing a beautiful sight to behold. Distantly, the moon was already visible, beginning to rise as the sun set.
It had been five sunrises since Lost was given his nine lives. He felt stronger, wiser than before. His anger now driven by patience and knowledge. He was a better leader than he thought he'd be. Much kinder than he'd imagined. It almost made him sick, actually. Whos even that kind? Well, anyways, it was past time to appoint a deputy. With the rain lately, Starclan almost seemed upset. But they granted the one-eyed leader with a beautiful scene and he was going to use it.
Jumping ontop the highrock, he watched as cats' attentions were already grabbed. "All those old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting!" He called out, his voice a steady volume as he looked around for gathering felines. Once he deemed them enough, he looked back up. "It is time to do some things Ive been meaning to, for a while. First off, Id like to announce Shadowclan's new deputy, if theyre willing to accept," he purred, looking through the crowd for him. "Cypressshadow! Will you accept the promotion and lead Shadowclan with loyalty, honesty, and dedication?" He looked for the tom, interlocking gaze with him before moving on to the next announcement. "Then, I will continue. Shadowclan, we look weak. Fights have been breaking out inside the camp, fights within our clanmates," his hissed, narrowing his gaze in disgust and hatred. "I will no longer accept this and anyone who does so from now on will be exiled and proclaimed a traitor. To attack another is to attack Shadowclan. These fights make us look weak and an easy target, no one should want that."
Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath before sighing. "Now, for a reminder to our warriors and high positions: when accepting a loner to join, give them a task. I dont care if theyre injured or not, give them something. This task can stretch from making a fool of themselves to making them hunt. For the injured, small things like not twitching when theyre being healed for a moment is fine. Just give them something and ensure it happens or they wont be accepted. Moving on from that, we'll start with ceremonies."
Looking over the crowd, he rested his eyes back up infront of him, the trees.
//basically,
Cypress - Deputy now
No more fighting or ur auto exile
reminder about tasks
+ ceremonies up next
GENERAL
★ LOSTSTAR | LOSTEYE, LOST | ♂
★ 20 moons | ages every 2 weeks
★ biromantic | bisexual | interested in flings
★ leader | shadowclan
★ Spidermask x Spiderleg | half-clanner | gen 2
FACTS
★ terrified of bloodclanners + monsters
★ former DF trainer/apprentice
★ formerly named Stonebreeze & Oneeye
★ never became deputy
★ adoptive father of Crowkit
APPEARANCE
★ BLACK X RUSSIAN BLUE MIX | HEALTH: 100%
The mix looks much like his mother. He has soft, short, light-grey fur which glows a silver under the moonlight. He has long, lanky legs due to his windclan blood but a muscular build from his shadowclan. After being attacked by a bloodclanner, he lost his right eye and is left with a patch of scars over his socket. His other eye, a once-bright green.
★ Smells like freshly mowed grass
PERSONALITY
★ ENTJ | "the Commander" | Slytherin
★ stubborn | hotheaded | bold | possessive | actually sensitive
INTERACTION
★ physically extreme | mentally medium
★ attack in black
★ will provoke | will end fights | will kill | will negotiate