About Time ;; April Announcements

The call of a meeting brought the ever diligent Rabbitblaze swiftly into position, waiting eagerly for what Beestar had to say. Whatever it was, he would execute it well or support what needed to be done. The mention of Beestar’s time without a deputy made his curled ears perk with curiosity - and maybe with hope - once he realized they had cast their gaze towards him. It hardly felt real, then, when she spoke those hallowed words and named him deputy. His chest swelled with pride, his smile spread wide across his muzzle, his eyes locked on the leader. He bowed his head deeply in both acknowledgement and thanks, the motion nearly a promise of his duty. As his Clanmates cheered, he could only glance around to thank them with a nod and a smile as his mind lied with the stars. They must have big plans for him and the Clan.

The meeting went on, of course, his head turning back to Beestar with rapt attention once the Clan fell silent. StarClan was busy, it seemed. He scanned the area for Sloepaw and Vinedapple, eager to express his enthusiasm for the pair in equal measure to the enthusiasm he had received only moments prior. It was an exciting day, but with all that had been happening lately, Rabbitblaze’s fur felt uneasy with the anticipation of more news.

Pkestorm arrived to the meeting, curious as to what Beestar had to say. He settled in near the back of the forming group as he usually did. It wasn't that he didn't want to sit up in the front, but rather was an issue of height. Pikestrom had found that sitting in the front of the Clan meant that others weren't able to see. His placement during meetings was a matter of being considerate in his eyes.

The news of the deputy assignment didn't come as much of a shocker to Pikestorm. Rabbitblaze was an honorable warrior. Dedicated to his work and to StarClan. Any cat would be lucky to have her as their deputy.

Now Sloepaw on the other paw, Pikestorm wasn't wasn 't so sure of. His only real exposure to the apprentice had been when Sloepaw arrived late to receive tasks and then complained about them. But StarClan had its reasons for the things they did, no matter how strange. Perhaps Sloepaw was just better suited for medicine cat life than warrior life.

Regardless of his feelings for the decision, he raised his voice to cheer their names with the rest of the Clan.

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Sloepaw's eyes shift from their normal cold daggers in an instant. She'd been in time for this meeting, but only due to chance of being in camp for a quick meal. Her brain churns, gears clicking and crackling in processing. They turn molten as quickly as she could inhale, a sharp sound that told the rapidly overwhelmed apprentice's disbelief. Confusion and fury mingled in her voice. "Beestar. You're joking, right?" 

A laugh that rivaled her usually grating tone whistled from her maw. "Whatever kind of sign you've been given, it has to be mistaken."

She wasn't so keen on being a warrior, either, but it seemed so much more grueling to have to gentle her paws for injuries and wounds. Her pawpads were already calloused, partially from striking tree and rock as failed hits totaled up. This was the ultimate punishment, one that exceeded even the grotesque smell of mouse bile and elders' fur.

The molly's scowl remained from the moment her name was called to the moment she was stepping down into the crowd. She scarcely lingered long enough to hear Beestar call her children up, the eve of their warrior assessment imminent. Jealousy burned at her throat and eyes, but she was slipping out of camp as the joy begun to ring in the air.

Seeing Honeypaw part paths with Beestar, Rabbitblaze made his own approach. “Thank you for the trust you've put in me, Beestar. I won't waste it,” He dipped his head in thanks and respect alike. “Simply say the word, and I'll round up the mentors for the assessment.” His tail swished with confidence, blinking his eyes with a small nod to signal that he would gladly leave her be should they have other things to do. His appreciation and promise were all he needed to express, there was work to do, after all.