Irisfrost
Dusklion was calling a meeting. That wasn't a good sign; in her experience, it meant that their leader was gone. And enough leaders had passed through the position in her lifetime that was almost certain that it was the case.
And it was. Fadingstar was gone, his blood the only thing left to be found. Dead. Or not? Larkwing's blood had been found after her disappearance, and she had come back. But it didn't matter; the point was that Fadingstar was gone, and, if the talk she had heard around camp was true, he had run away. The question was if he had truely intended to leave the clan, or he had just gone to... clear his head or something before meeting his end.
She guessed she would never know. Oh well. Dusklion was RiverClan's leader now. She made promises, promises to be better than her brother, better than all the failed leaders before her. Irisfrost had heard these promises many times before; leaders rarely kept them. She just had to hope that Dusklion would, that she would lead RiverClan into glory. Just like she had hoped for all the leaders before. She was getting tired of this.
Although... Dusklion-
Stormstar had been accepted by StarClan. She had received a life; not nine, but she didn't think their ancestors would give any leader nine anymore. That had to prove something. Yes, Fadingstar had gotten his name, but he'd never said anything about a life. The stars must be supporting her. Of course, Stormstar might be lying, but she would trust her on that.
Berryshine had gotten her full name too. "Stormstar! Berryshine!" Irisfrost cheered with the crowd, before quieting to hear the new leader's next announcement.
Stormstar was cutting Rugged Range and Haven Springs out of RiverClan's territory. Her choice made sense- those areas were prey-poor- but it still rubbed Irisfrost's fur the wrong way. RiverClan had held those areas for as long as she could remember. She didn't like just dumping them, throwing away the history of those places. But she didn't dislike the change enough to speak up. They would claim new territory, territory hopefully richer in prey.
A new deputy, Owtalon. "Owtalon! Owltalon!" Irisfrost chanted approvingly. The she-cat had been a good, reliable Lionheart. Hopefully she would retain those qualities in her new role.
Seabreeze was stepping down, Rowanmane was stepping up, and Brokenstream was becoming Head Lionheart. Then a reminder that there were still spots open on the team. She used to want the position, but Irisfrost wasn't sure. It would be a honour, but the thought brung back painful memories of her brother. Would she really like to do her duties, knowing that she was only a Lionheart because Bearsnout had
gone missing died?
Irisfrost pushed down the grief swirling in her stomach. She had managed to repress it so far; she couldn't let it flare up again. Gritting her teeth, Irisfrost turnd her attention back to Stormstar again. New apprentices. Some were four moons; why were they four moons? She didn't like this, underaged apprentices. But then, the warrior code said that kits could be made apprentices when they had fulfilled the clan requirements. This wasn't breaking the code. But still, it felt
wrong.
It didn't matter. Irisfrost would accept it. The new apprentices should be safe; she didn't think their mentors would send them into battle or teach them any moves (except maybe some defensive ones) until they were old enough.
Cobwebfern was the new medicine cat apprentice. That meant all four high ranks had been announced; was that the first time it had happened? Sure, there had only been a singular high rank before, but they usually took their time announcing the others. "Cobwebfern! Cobwebfern!" she shouted for the third time that day.
Re: RiverClan Skyridge
