Post by Pyro on May 10, 2010 15:33:57 GMT -5
ooc| Okay so, Mistpelt is officially Miststar. So let us see how the first few moments of her leadership play out~
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Honor.
Truth.
Justice.
Loyalty.
Intelligence.
Law.
Independence.
Unity.
Faith.
...FogClan as they knew it.
How many things had been cast aside not but one day ago? Those who had delighted in fiercely chasing out their...former...leader had long since returned to wait anxiously for their...new...leader to come back with her nine lives and new name. Did anyone even sleep after all that had happened? Even the elders seemed wide awake for cats of their age. But then, who could have slept? Supporters of both cats were restless. Each for different reasons, yet all for the same thing:
Would justice be served to Mistpelt?
Would she receive her name and lead FogClan to glory?
Would she be exposed for the traitor she was by the very powers whom she so fervently believed in?
No one could say...But Mistpelt.
'And like as not she'll lie no matter what.' Otterclaw thought with a bitter shake of his head. How had his clan come to this? How had mere flakes of snow, a normal leafbare, a normal order caused this? Because...said a nagging feeling at the back of his head, it was planned. It was premeditated. An organized overthrowing of the she-cat who had created Fogclan itself. And who was to blame? As much as Otterclaw wanted to say Mistpelt, he knew they were all to blame. How could her supporters be so easily swayed against their real leader? How could Owlstar's followers leave in such disgrace? How could those who remained let all this happen? It was very near unbelievable...and yet it was true.
He should have left with Owlstar. Staying here...in this...festering wound of a clan led by the very infection itself made his tingle with displeasure. And yet...he had to stay. He looked at his sister who sat beside him waiting in tense discipline for her 'new leader'.
"Do. Not. Dare. Take. Another. Step."
He remembered the hissed words very clearly. He knew he would for years to come. Never had he heard such venom in his sister's voice. But truthfully, would he have left? No. Not with his sister so painfully blind to the real truth. For once in their lives it would have to be him who worked to open her eyes.
And of course, now there was no worthy leader to offend by opposing Mistpelt. He may have obeyed for Owlstar's sake...but Owlstar was a real leader. Someone he had respect for. Mistpelt? She was two whiskers short of a mouse and a bigger badger than the real thing.
Honor.
Truth.
Justice.
Loyalty.
Intelligence.
Law.
Independence.
Unity.
Faith.
...FogClan as they knew it.
How many things had been gained not but one day ago? The Sinner was gone, The Savior away receiving what was rightfully her's...FogClan was about to embrk on their greatest journey yet. The journey of power, of renewed faith, of a glory that was as rightfully their's as StarClan's favor that shone upon them even now.
Reedfoot looked out of the corner of her eyes. Otterclaw looked troubled. As well he should be. Daring to speak in favor of The Sinner...of...of Her. Not even in her thoughts could Reedfoot say Her name. She had brought FogClan to the low state it was in now. and they were lucky that Mistpelt...no...she was Miststar. And always had been...lucky that Miststar had been sent by the loving Grace of StarClan, themselves.
A wave of nervousness washed over her. What if Otterclaw's actions reflected on her? What if StarClan told Miststar he did not believe? Would her life forever be smudged by his stubborn idiocy? No. She would prove herself different. She was no Otterclaw, no shirker of duties, no sinful nonbeliever, no scofflaw.
But as little as she thought of her brother, she was glad he'd stayed. Not that he would dare go against her. Now he would finally open his eyes to the truth.
Divided, yet together, the siblings waited with their clanmates for the return of Mistpelt...or Miststar.
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Honor.
Truth.
Justice.
Loyalty.
Intelligence.
Law.
Independence.
Unity.
Faith.
...FogClan as they knew it.
How many things had been cast aside not but one day ago? Those who had delighted in fiercely chasing out their...former...leader had long since returned to wait anxiously for their...new...leader to come back with her nine lives and new name. Did anyone even sleep after all that had happened? Even the elders seemed wide awake for cats of their age. But then, who could have slept? Supporters of both cats were restless. Each for different reasons, yet all for the same thing:
Would justice be served to Mistpelt?
Would she receive her name and lead FogClan to glory?
Would she be exposed for the traitor she was by the very powers whom she so fervently believed in?
No one could say...But Mistpelt.
'And like as not she'll lie no matter what.' Otterclaw thought with a bitter shake of his head. How had his clan come to this? How had mere flakes of snow, a normal leafbare, a normal order caused this? Because...said a nagging feeling at the back of his head, it was planned. It was premeditated. An organized overthrowing of the she-cat who had created Fogclan itself. And who was to blame? As much as Otterclaw wanted to say Mistpelt, he knew they were all to blame. How could her supporters be so easily swayed against their real leader? How could Owlstar's followers leave in such disgrace? How could those who remained let all this happen? It was very near unbelievable...and yet it was true.
He should have left with Owlstar. Staying here...in this...festering wound of a clan led by the very infection itself made his tingle with displeasure. And yet...he had to stay. He looked at his sister who sat beside him waiting in tense discipline for her 'new leader'.
"Do. Not. Dare. Take. Another. Step."
He remembered the hissed words very clearly. He knew he would for years to come. Never had he heard such venom in his sister's voice. But truthfully, would he have left? No. Not with his sister so painfully blind to the real truth. For once in their lives it would have to be him who worked to open her eyes.
And of course, now there was no worthy leader to offend by opposing Mistpelt. He may have obeyed for Owlstar's sake...but Owlstar was a real leader. Someone he had respect for. Mistpelt? She was two whiskers short of a mouse and a bigger badger than the real thing.
Honor.
Truth.
Justice.
Loyalty.
Intelligence.
Law.
Independence.
Unity.
Faith.
...FogClan as they knew it.
How many things had been gained not but one day ago? The Sinner was gone, The Savior away receiving what was rightfully her's...FogClan was about to embrk on their greatest journey yet. The journey of power, of renewed faith, of a glory that was as rightfully their's as StarClan's favor that shone upon them even now.
Reedfoot looked out of the corner of her eyes. Otterclaw looked troubled. As well he should be. Daring to speak in favor of The Sinner...of...of Her. Not even in her thoughts could Reedfoot say Her name. She had brought FogClan to the low state it was in now. and they were lucky that Mistpelt...no...she was Miststar. And always had been...lucky that Miststar had been sent by the loving Grace of StarClan, themselves.
A wave of nervousness washed over her. What if Otterclaw's actions reflected on her? What if StarClan told Miststar he did not believe? Would her life forever be smudged by his stubborn idiocy? No. She would prove herself different. She was no Otterclaw, no shirker of duties, no sinful nonbeliever, no scofflaw.
But as little as she thought of her brother, she was glad he'd stayed. Not that he would dare go against her. Now he would finally open his eyes to the truth.
Divided, yet together, the siblings waited with their clanmates for the return of Mistpelt...or Miststar.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp