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Originally Posted by dino.

Another to fall. Another to rise. The cycle seemed endless. Stormstar had been the first in a long line of failures to impress him, and now... now she was gone. Done in by mutts, no less. At least her end had been graceful - a noble sacrifice, rather than faithless abandonment.

Now her replacement came crawling to the cave, and he was already unimpressed. Stormstar had wrenched RiverClan away from her brother's jagged claws and brought them back from the edge of the cliff they had been teetering on under Fadingstar's rule, but Owltalon? What had she done to stand out from the rest?

The answer was nothing.

When Owltalon would open her eyes, she would be greeted with a crack of thunder and a blinding streak of lightning. Dark clouds swarmed the sky as torrential rain battered the cliffside, and harsh waves bashed jagged rocks hundreds of feet below as if intent on smashing straight through them. A single slip would be enough to pitch her off the edge of the cliff mere inches behind her.

In front of her, Goosefury materialized - green eye first, then the rest - melting out of the rain like he was made of it. Despite the roar of the raging storm, his voice rang out loud and clear: "I am tired of having this same conversation over and over and over again."

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`~Owltalon
She, Her\Deputy\48 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"

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She wasn't sure what she was expecting.

Last thing she knew was the feeling of cool stone against her nose, but now she was being pelted in rain, her matted fur sticking to her sides like mud to ground.

Daring to search her surroundings, she was welcomed by the rage of thunder that chased after the shock of lighting. Amber eyes looked up to darkening clouds as she felt wind ruffle her fur. She blinked away water droplets and unsheathed her claws, seeing as the stone she was standing on was far more slippery and far up than she would've liked.

She had stood atop the Skyridge before, but nothing could compare to the sense of height she felt, gravity pulling down at her very stomach. She'd been on a mountain before, but said mountain was not a ledge. She was seconds away from falling.

Oh, she was in for it.

The bulky she-cat looked out Infront of her, a voice calling for her attention. Guessing on environment alone, she already knew that Goosefury didn't take much a liking to her. She took a moment to shake away pelting raindrops (to no avail) before she responded to his rather open ended yet narrow statement.

"Aye, not very happy with our situation either, ya know? Starclan knows the ch--- Stormstar didn't deserve ta die so early. Curse those mutts..." Owltalon wasn't sure if he could hear her, yet she found herself talking at normal volume, not putting in any effort to yowl. She assumed her voice would have the same affect as Goosefury's unless he didn't want to hear her talk.

"I'm just gonna say what I came 'ere ta, and I know ya don't 'ave any faith in me, don't see that ya 'ave any reason ta. I care 'bout Riverclan. As weird as thin's 'ave gotten, as horrible, I wanna give the home I love the stability they deserve. We've gone through countless amounts a leaders in less than twelve moons. I knew Stormstar would end the cycle, but now it's gotta be me. Ain't no way am I leavin', Riverclan has been through too much crap ta go through anymore changes like this." She shook her head mournfully, her eyes to her claws as she thought about what was lost.

"I know my words mean nothin', ya 'aven't seen me do anythin' worth while, and yer faith has probably been wasted countless times. But I can promise ya this. I will stumble, I will trip, I'll eat the dirt a thousand times, but I'm sticking ta my roots, and I ain't leavin' Riverclan's side. One day, I'll come back 'ere and ya'll see me as worthy. And if it's not today, that's al'ight." Goodness, those jagged stones were making her queasy. Not like sick, but moreso more alert and definitely anxious. Owltalon doubted she could die during her visit with Starclan, but she didn't want to mess around and find out.

She then looked to the former leader as best she could though blurry vision and angry raindrops. "Al'ight, whatcha gotta say?" To balance herself better, she lowered herself into a sit, but she still kept eye contact with Goosefury. "I know it's probably a heck of a lotta stuff if ya brang me 'ere." She gestured to the stormy area with a sway of her tail.

"Also, do ya think any other spirit will intervene? Squ--- stars above! ---Berryshine said somethin' 'bout a tomcat comin' in and threatenin' her n'... Stormstar. That if they failed, they'd be killed. Ya don't suppose I'll be kickin' the bucket soon?" Let that spirit come, whoever they were. Even if she'd just end up clawing at air, she was going to fight with her whole being to stay alive. Riverclan needed her, they needed stability, and she wasn't going to let any fussy old cat take that right from her home. Thus, her voice rang with an air of challenge.