fire and ice [deputy ceremony] Mar 2, 2021 17:40:46 GMT -6 via mobile
Post by rain on Mar 2, 2021 17:40:46 GMT -6
Finchstar did not want to do this. It felt like a crime. Like a betrayal, or a sick ritual to tease the dead. But here he was, standing here, readying himself for another clan meeting. The threat of Minnowstar and her Clan forced him to keep his deputy role occupied. There was no time for weak links. But replacing Redfox seemed like a dark sin. She was irreplaceable. And yet, someone had to replace her. It felt like some cruel twist of fate, and briefly he wondered when the punishment would stop.
The name danced on his tongue like tart berries. Icesong. It was the ultimately final decision in the long, grueling process of elimination. If Finchstar had to be honest within himself, Icesong was picked due to her similarities to Redfox as a deputy. She was much more keen to fight than him, and had the relentless confidence to compliment. He had also been swooned by her a few times before his mate, so he only hoped that meant he was in her good graces, not someone who would betray him over lack of common ground.
Speaking of Icesong, he also trusted her skill at battle strategy, and in turn, wanted to announce her taking leadership of upcoming battle training and invite her on the ledge. He wanted to observe her in control, to see how quickly she would adapt in such abrupt circumstances. Would she react too quickly, betraying greediness for power? Or sluggishly, finding difficulty in the sudden weight of responsibility? He would find out when he summons her to his side.
He was aware that his delay would prompt curious glances, stares even. But it was the only reminiscence of a summon they would get. He had no room in his throat for long winded verbal traditions. Instead, he dwelled on his birds eye view of his clans daily activities, taking in the simplicity of sharing tongues or eating a meal.
Finchstar cleared his throat as he saw a white coated warrior. Pain wrenched his heart. Then he yelled from the ledge he perched on, louder than any of his ceremonial caterwauls combined. A tree falling directly into camp seemed like a whimper in the woods compared to Finchstar's voice echoing through the clearing.