High Rank Announcement [#hrannouncement]

Tensions between both RiverClan and ShadowClan made it difficult for Springpaw to focus clearly on the cold, winter night. She was a little bit late, but being late was better than not arriving at all. To be honest, she had been continuously debating on staying back at camp and not bother attending this gathering. All they did was give her constant headaches from the continuous bickering, and this horrible weather wasn’t helping in the slightest from how uncomfortably cold it was against her paws. If she continued standing on the snow for any moments longer, she’d be certain that they’d fall off the moment that she stepped up towards the Seastones. Speaking of the foreign stones, Springpaw felt her eyes squinting as she quietly took note of a new face making itself apparent on the Seastones, seemingly taking Elmshadow’s spot. Curiosity now overcoming her exhaustion, the calico leapt onto the stones and neatly placed herself onto her own seat.

The new cat screamed zero familiarity at her, but the scars masking her face made Springpaw quietly wince as she eyed the molly. What she could assume was that this was a new medicine cat of ShadowClan, and yet she couldn’t really feel surprised about it. Or, maybe she did and she just had no clear idea how to handle it properly. Uneasiness prickled at the base of her neck, soon trailing down her shoulders and onto her spine as her tail instinctively lashed against the snow-crested stone. A question burst itself at the seams of her mind, her blue gaze tearing itself away from the scarred molly as she impotently focused herself towards the crowd of felines. Her stomach felt uneasy, almost churning and twisting as if fireflies were attacking it with ferocity. Her paws felt numb by the icy touch of the smooth stone that she couldn’t tell that they were starting to freeze over. Each frigid intake of air made her lungs fill to an extent that it felt like she would throw up the time she exhaled, yet she withdrew that breath, watching the frost disappear without a trace after exhaling.

“Hello… I hope… your nights… have been… well…” Springpaw began, shifting herself slowly so she could focus on the two felines, her gaze lingering on the chocolate tortoiseshell of Tansypaw longer than the unfamiliar molly. Her natural instinct told her that the molly simply couldn’t be trusted; exactly how she was with Elmshadow when she first met him many moons ago. The feeling was neutral, and yet she couldn’t keep herself hurled from the ongoing conflict that was burdening itself inside her. Fluttering her eyes from stray droplets of snow, the calico glanced away, watching the crowd of WindClan cats as she kept her eyes peeled for the familiar lithe form of Lightningstorm to show. Even if she didn’t know the molly very well, she could at least see herself on neutral terms with her far better than she did with both Tansypaw and… whoever the ShadowClan molly was. Maybe her name was recalled at the last gathering, but her mind was far too hazy to memorize it enough to think about the whole charade with the last gathering.

[ @Omari @silver. @Rose ]