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Leader | She-Cat | 29 moons
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In a matter of seconds Silverstar felt as if the whole world was falling apart right in front of her. Fawn had come to deliver the horrible news. At first, Silverstar seemed as if she hadn't heard Fawn, realizing she was behind the walls of her den, shielding from the prying eyes of her clanmates Silverstar unleashed a violent cry and sob. Fawn had done her best to comfort Silverstar, which Silverstar didn't shy away from.
Not until the hours of the nights slowly began to creep by.
It was custom, you have to name the new deputy before moon-high, otherwise StarClan would be angry. StarClan. Silverstar felt a snarl curl onto her lips at the mere mention of her ancestors. They were always angry. It didn't seem to matter what she did, they were always sending horrible signs her way. Well if they wanted her to pick a deputy so quickly, then pick she would. Silverstar was vaguely aware that her clan may already be gathered at the base of the highrock. Afterall, it seemed to be only a few minutes till Moonhigh. Silverstar couldn't help it, they offered her barley anytime to grieve and they wanted to suck this important decision out of her. She needed every single second to think.
Slowly, the glowing leader emerged from the den. Her dried eyes giving little to no evidence she had been sobbing in her den. Hide it from them... "I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors and Coalstep may hear and approve of my choice."
StarClans approval. She was hardly going to receive that. "The new deputy of ThunderClan is Dustbunny."
A coyote as deputy of ThunderClan, Silverstar felt a little amused at the idea herself, no doubt her warrior ancestors were looking down upon her with disbelief, but she didn't care. Dusty had earned it as far as she was concerned. StarClan was just going to have to deal with it. @Dusty
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