Summon ((ROSE))

[<<Brennan>>]

((The Doctor said Cheetahclaw is going to be leader...so i'm going to Powerplay his death...tell me if you want to change it))

Cheetahclaw walked into the camp, a large rabbit hanging linply from his jaws. He could hear a slight weasing from underneath the Falcon Log, where Blackstar's den was. He heard his name... "Cheetahclaw..."
Blackstar weased, his voice thin and quite. He slowly put down the rabbit, and walked into the den, pushing back the lichen from the doorway. "Yes, Blackstar?" He meowed, poking his head in. "Cheetahclaw, I'm dieing." He weased. Cheetahclaw's eyes grew wide. "I'm not afaraid, Cheetahclaw. But there's-" He cut off, in a spasm of coughs. "Theres something you must know. Whitestorm if not the cat to lead this Clan." He coughed less this time, the light starting to die in his eyes. "I say these words before StarClan...Cheetahclaw is the new deputy of FalconClan..." The words started out slightly stronger than before, but died away to nothingness as his white body went limp...

Lightpaw, one of the older apprentices and Blackstar's apprentice, walked to her mentor's den. The white and ginger she-cat was going to ask if they might go for hunting practice, but as she drew closer, she could hear the sound of weasy coughs, and these words:
"I say these words before StarClan...Cheetahclaw is the new deputy of FalconClan..."
She walked slowly in, to see the golden spotted tom arching over the Clan leader, amber eyes wide. "Blackstar!" She cried, bounding over to her mentor as his body went limp. She licked his ear. All apprentices dreaded the day their mentor died, but this was also the Clan's leader. She looked up at Cheetahclaw. "He just died..." She whispered."I know. I must tell the Clan. and Whitestorm." He meowed quietly, head hanging low but eyes filled with suprise and wonder, also a hint of fear.


He wandered out of the dark den, , blinking in the sunlight. "Whitestorm?" He meowed, looking for the white tom.

[Temperance Rose]

((I hope Whitestorm will still be deputy ))

Whitestorm had been wandering toward his leaders den when he heard his leader's words. He diped his head in sorrow. "Yes Cheetaclaw" he rasped, his voice dry with grief. "I heard, congratulations"

Bluebreeze was just coming out of the warriors den and hurried over to see Cheetaclaw, "What's wrong?" she mewed, sensing there was something not quite right.

[Brennan]

Cheetahclaw closed his eyes with greif for a moment. He saw Blackstar dieing again, his raspy voice speaking of his deputyship. And now, his leadership. He opened his eyes and licked his friends shoulder. "I'm sorry." He meowed. "I hope you will remain deputy of FalconClan."
"Whats wrong?"
He turned his head to see Bluebreeze. "Blackstar is dead. I am to be his successor." He said, and without waiting for her to speek, he lept up onto the Falcon Log. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here benith the Falcon Log for a Clan meeting!" He yowled the fimilar summon to the Clan. "Some of you may not already know. Some of you may," Cheetahclaw began, "Blackstar has died. Before he died, He named me deputy of FalconClan." He meowed, voice growing stronger. "I will be traveling to share dreams with StarClan. I leave tonight." He looked to the sky. It was very bright out and the journy was long, but he could not prolong this. He lept down, ignoring the yowls from cats in protest. "Whitestorm, you are incharge of the Clan whilst we are gone." He looked to Bluebreeze. "Would you like to come with me?" He meowed to her.

[Temperance Rose]

Whitestorm nodded but Bluebreeze looked stunned, "I...I" she paused "YEs, I will" she mewed

[<<Brennan>>]

"Good." He flicked his long spotted tail and turned, heading to the medicine cat's den with Bluebreeze. "I cant eat, but you can have the herbs. I'll wait for you over there." He padded out and sat at the Camp enterance, waiting for Bluebreeze.

((Is she like the brennan cat-or your Snowbird?))

[Temperance Rose]

((yes))

Bluebreeze padded over and licked up the foul tasting herbs. She trotted slowly back to him, as if she had something on her mind.