Post by 20mia08 on Sept 18, 2020 1:03:13 GMT
Maybe he wasn't a perfect leader, but that didn't mean that the tom didn't regard each and every member of his clan as family.
It was a dark reminder of WindClan's plaguing wolf problem, and an even harsher reminder to Stormstar of his predecessor's death. The canines seemed to be toying with them, taking them out one by one as if it was some sort of sick, twisted game for them. The smoke had really liked Snakepad, despite the tom being generally humdrum to work alongside. He had been a good warrior, capable of providing some serious muscle to combat despite never having a concrete interest in violence. The deputy had contributed a ton of hard work to the clan, and as a result, WindClan would be hurting without him.
To lose a clanmate was to lose family.
"I-It is with a heavy heart that we acknowledge the recent death of our steadfast deputy, Snakepad. Tonight, we hold a vigil in his honor, s-so that his loved ones and friends may spend their last moments with him before his spirit ascends from camp and into StarClan." Stormstar thought that leaders were meant to be brave in the face of everything, but the WindClan figurehead? Well, Stormstar...he never handled death well, not since the loss of his late brother. He had noticed in the corner of his vision that Sorrelpaw had fled from camp- he understood what it was like, having a single cat as an entire family, and then to suddenly lose that precious individual. Shadedpaw had been his everything.
The leader slowly crossed camp and made his way over to the mangled corpse of his first deputy. It should have been me. Why couldn't I have been there, why couldn't it have been me? He knew he could never say such a thing in the presence of Ravenstar, after all, he'd never want to upset her. However, Stormstar still had nine lives to spare, and he would have sacrificed one in the place of Snakepad in a heartbeat. He regarded all of his clanmates in that matter.
They were all in it together.
They were family.
It was a dark reminder of WindClan's plaguing wolf problem, and an even harsher reminder to Stormstar of his predecessor's death. The canines seemed to be toying with them, taking them out one by one as if it was some sort of sick, twisted game for them. The smoke had really liked Snakepad, despite the tom being generally humdrum to work alongside. He had been a good warrior, capable of providing some serious muscle to combat despite never having a concrete interest in violence. The deputy had contributed a ton of hard work to the clan, and as a result, WindClan would be hurting without him.
To lose a clanmate was to lose family.
"I-It is with a heavy heart that we acknowledge the recent death of our steadfast deputy, Snakepad. Tonight, we hold a vigil in his honor, s-so that his loved ones and friends may spend their last moments with him before his spirit ascends from camp and into StarClan." Stormstar thought that leaders were meant to be brave in the face of everything, but the WindClan figurehead? Well, Stormstar...he never handled death well, not since the loss of his late brother. He had noticed in the corner of his vision that Sorrelpaw had fled from camp- he understood what it was like, having a single cat as an entire family, and then to suddenly lose that precious individual. Shadedpaw had been his everything.
The leader slowly crossed camp and made his way over to the mangled corpse of his first deputy. It should have been me. Why couldn't I have been there, why couldn't it have been me? He knew he could never say such a thing in the presence of Ravenstar, after all, he'd never want to upset her. However, Stormstar still had nine lives to spare, and he would have sacrificed one in the place of Snakepad in a heartbeat. He regarded all of his clanmates in that matter.
They were all in it together.
They were family.
