[Starfall]

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

It was his turn. The former Riverclan leader rose as the last feline sat. His unique black and white speckled appearance was slightly disguised by the shimmering stars from his ranking. However, his yellow hues glowed as he padded forward with ease. "Greetings Fallenstream, I'm Birchtail. I was a warrior the same time you were, but I don't think we ever got the chance to meet before I was murdered," he spoke, the tone in his voice slightly upset as he thought about his murderer. There was nothing to be done about it now and this certainly wasn't the time to dwell on it, so he moved on, the happiness returning to him. Birchtail took a breath in before giving the deputy a smile. "With this life, I give you strength," he spoke, stepping forward to close the distance between the two felines, tapping his ebony nose to the other tom's forehead. "Use it when your clan, friends, or family need you. Be strong for everyone around you in the toughest times and use this life wisely," he spoke, feeling energy surge from his body. It was heartbeat after the energy stopped when Birchtail took a step back and watched Fallenstream for a moment. Then he turned and rejoined the ranks.

The tom was swiftly growing frantic, he had managed to convince himself that he wasn't the best choice for his clan, that he would become selfish and needy, that he would become numb to their emotions. He didn't want that. As soon as the next tom padded forward, he took a step back, this time a bigger step back than the one before. He wasn't so sure anymore, at first, he convinced himself that he could protect his clan, treat everyone with respect, not look down upon then, but now, after going through every ceremony except for the last two, he wasn't so sure he would make it to the goal he set for himself. The only reason he accepted the position of deputy was because Honeypool was there, she calmed him down, she made him feel as though his choices were the correct ones. She wasn't here now, her pelt wasn't brushing his, he couldn't smell her fresh water scent with a hint of honey, no, it was just him, with cats he barely knew, and the medicine cat outside, whom was only of apprentice age. His lapis hues flickered with panic as he lifted his gaze and looked at the black, white mottled tom as he mentioned the word 'murdered' images of Waterstreak flashed through his mind, him slashing his throat and throwing him in the stream, only for his body to be washed up on loner territory. The tom dug his claws into the dirt and felt the tears pick his eyes, how could he be leader when he's already let his clan down?

Fallenstream then lifted his head and looked around, why wasn't his mother here? Why wasn't Waterstreak here? Had he not truly forgiven him? Did he lie because he liked to see how much of a fool he was? The ebony feline then returned his attention to the mottled cat before him, his maw open as he was about to say something, but it was too late to protest now, Birchtail's nose had touched his head and he felt a strong force surge through his body, strong enough to bring the tom down to his stomach, and he almost did, he fell forward, but caught himself in a crouch, barely keeping himself up. He was exhausted, though the deceased tom barely touched his nose, the force of the life was powerful, he couldn't tell if it was because of the fact that it was his second to last life, or if it was the tom who gave him the life, his whos life held great promise, held a great future if not for the tainted soul of that who killed him. The ebony tom shakily brought himself back up and tried his hardest to keep his balance, even the deceased tom would be a better leader than him, him who was loyal, caring, everything he wasn't.

@~rattlesnake~
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