Post by haze on Nov 4, 2024 3:02:20 GMT
Barely a moon had passed since Wapatostar’s life – already hanging on by a thread – imploded. His leader? Dead. His sister? Defected and irreparably pissed at him, no doubt. The love of his life? Missing and potentially dead if Maggotcheer had gotten to Cora like he feared.
Before the events of the past moon, Wapatostar had always managed to plod along and fulfill his duties no matter what the world threw at him. He dealt with hardship in his quiet, solemn way, asking nothing of those around him but space and solitude. But the death of Basilstar – who was as much his older brother as his boss – and the subsequent disappearances of the two most precious she-cats in his life had added far too much weight to his shoulders. He hit the ground hard – metaphorically speaking, but also he wasn’t exactly sure footed these days either – and had yet to pull himself to his paws.
Wapatostar could barely eat or sleep these days, let alone hunt or give orders. Apparently that was unbecoming for a leader. Sparrowclaw and Frozengale certainly thought so; they’d been hounding him for the past few days to do this and that for the clan. But what had they expected? The gentle giant was no leader. Basilstar, may StarClan light his path, had chosen foolishly. GaleClan would be better off without Wapatostar’s leadership. If only his medicine cat and deputy would just accept that. He shouldn’t have let them pressure him into getting his nine lives. Now he had eight more lives to lose before he could abdicate the proverbial throne. Why Sparrowclaw didn’t just take over, Wapatostar didn’t understand.
The fluffy brown-and-white tom trudged toward the elder’s den, tail dragging pathetically across the ground. Fed up with the new leader’s endless woe, Frozengale had ordered Wapatostar to just do something helpful, even if it was just feeding Aesop the elder. Wapatostar, happy to be far from Frozengale’s ever increasing temper and piercing words, obliged immediately. Except he’d chosen to bring the elder a pretty sunflower instead, as even the smell of freshkill made the deputy nauseous. Sparrowclaw would make sure Aesop ate. Sparrowclaw was good at his job.
Wapatostar poked his head through the elder’s den, a sunflower stem clamped between his teeth. “I thought you might like something pretty to decorate the den,” he mumbled, averting his gaze.
Before the events of the past moon, Wapatostar had always managed to plod along and fulfill his duties no matter what the world threw at him. He dealt with hardship in his quiet, solemn way, asking nothing of those around him but space and solitude. But the death of Basilstar – who was as much his older brother as his boss – and the subsequent disappearances of the two most precious she-cats in his life had added far too much weight to his shoulders. He hit the ground hard – metaphorically speaking, but also he wasn’t exactly sure footed these days either – and had yet to pull himself to his paws.
Wapatostar could barely eat or sleep these days, let alone hunt or give orders. Apparently that was unbecoming for a leader. Sparrowclaw and Frozengale certainly thought so; they’d been hounding him for the past few days to do this and that for the clan. But what had they expected? The gentle giant was no leader. Basilstar, may StarClan light his path, had chosen foolishly. GaleClan would be better off without Wapatostar’s leadership. If only his medicine cat and deputy would just accept that. He shouldn’t have let them pressure him into getting his nine lives. Now he had eight more lives to lose before he could abdicate the proverbial throne. Why Sparrowclaw didn’t just take over, Wapatostar didn’t understand.
The fluffy brown-and-white tom trudged toward the elder’s den, tail dragging pathetically across the ground. Fed up with the new leader’s endless woe, Frozengale had ordered Wapatostar to just do something helpful, even if it was just feeding Aesop the elder. Wapatostar, happy to be far from Frozengale’s ever increasing temper and piercing words, obliged immediately. Except he’d chosen to bring the elder a pretty sunflower instead, as even the smell of freshkill made the deputy nauseous. Sparrowclaw would make sure Aesop ate. Sparrowclaw was good at his job.
Wapatostar poked his head through the elder’s den, a sunflower stem clamped between his teeth. “I thought you might like something pretty to decorate the den,” he mumbled, averting his gaze.
