[Fel]

Mentorship.
Love.
Risk-taking.
Friendship.
Generosity.
Forgiveness.
Clear-mindedness.
Confidence.
[tba].

Those were the nine lives he had been given by the cats of Starclan, as he had received a message from his ancestors, one which regarded his own destiny and future- not as a warrior, as he'd always expected. It was his job to become a leader, to be able to help his clan recover from the dark era which had ravaged the forest, and to bring about peaceful tides for Riverclan. Russetswirl- no, Russetstar, had always held a piece of hope in his heart through everything bad which happened to him, and he found himself being given nine lives of the missing pieces, the ones which had helped him form to become a leader others could be proud of. Mentorship, to understand that he had to teach his entire clan now- that he had to guide them well, and to help everybody in Riverclan grow and prosper. Love, to understand that no matter how much heartbreak he went through personally, he was loved by all those he would lead, and that he had to love them all, like they were his very own kin. Risk-taking, to make the biggest choices in the smallest amounts of time, and to do things with efficiency, not caring about the dangers of a choice if it was to save his own clan. Friendship, to foster the bonds he already had with his clanmates, and to realize the inner worth of those around him in order to lead them with kindness, and a fierce heart. Generosity, oh, that was a life to fester an inner feeling inside of him, which told his own heart that he needed to give love to everyone he met, to extend kindness and give them happiness as long as they stayed as kind as he. Forgiveness, to be able to forgive those cats who betrayed Starclan during these times of despair, to understand the feelings going on in their hearts and expand on them with all of the help he had. Wateredge's life of clear-mindedness gave him knowledge on a trait he desperately needed, after living almost his entire life having his optimism exploited by his sister, and only being able to see the monster she really was after a battle, and a heated exchange of words- it was the life he needed most. The life of confidence wasn't much for him, and he still had pride in his soul- and [tba] was [tba].

Now, he needed to put those lives to use, to make something out of them as he padded up towards his clan's meetingplace- the Streamstone. He'd only recently entered camp as he left from the Starcave along with Geckoleaf, having been proclaimed a leader by Starclan and left to clean up the mess which was brought onto the clans by Bucknight, their previous leader who'd been killed in the clan's liberation. Letting his paws drum across the stone quickly as he entered the area, the chausie began to climb onto the rock, letting his paws sink into the chilly snow of leaf-bare as he looked out over the clan, taking in a deep breath as faint whispers of nervousness hit the tom, before finally letting out a deep, rumbling yowl- Russetstar made his announcement. "Let all cats old enough to swim gather under the streamstone, for an announcement!" He announced, looking out into the crowd of cats scrambling around the clearing in their daily lives- hoping this would go just as he hoped.

He needed to save this clan.
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