From Silver Lining to Righteous Winter [Welcome Froststar!]

[Lemonade]

(( Midnight You know what you're doing here, so I'm in your hands! Please take care of me! ))

Frostnose stopped as the great crystal of Skyfield came into his view. He hesitated now, averting his blue eyes from the stone. Bluewing told him that StarClan wanted him, but would it be better for him to tell them he wasn't up for the job? Did he have the authority to tell StarClan they had made the wrong choice? He looked down at his paws, and again, imagined the stars and the moon glistening off of his own white pelt like they were said to glisten off of the pelts of StarClan cats. He knew they would ask him the questions he was asking himself. Could he uphold the honor of the warrior code, and make right the wrongs of Silverstar, for the sake of LeafClan?

A rush of joy swept over him, as he reminded himself that StarClan had chosen him. No other cat in the clan was asked to come here. StarClan didn't want another cat. They wanted Frostnose. He stepped closer to the stone, pressing his fleshy belly into the cold stone, and staring into the depths of the crystal. He saw himself swimming in it, a haze of white fur and blue eyes, his whiskers tipped with a telltale frost from outside the underground field. The snow had always been a driving force for him, and he had found it fitting that the greatest change of his life came about on a night in the dead of Leafbare. He fell into a trance easily, wondering vaguely if he would ever see his long departed siblings frolicking in the fields of StarClan.

It was Greenleaf in the fields of StarClan, and daytime to boot, and Frostnose felt immediately uncomfortable, somehow missing the sting of cold Leafbare back in clan lands. He blinked a few times to clear the sun from his eyes, and looked around, taking in the scenery. "Hello?" He called out, hoping he was not alone. 

[Midnight]

"Greetings, Frostnose." Fernstar spoke as she leaped from the high branches of a massive oak tree. The she-cat bounded forward, toward the tom who was next in line to lead her Clan. When she died, Fernstar was leaving her Clan behind to her deputy, who became Skystar, the second leader of LeafClan. The brown tabby was old and frail when she died, having served as LeafClan's leader for around 6 years.

It was a hunting patrol, as Fernstar recalled, in the time of leafbare. The branches were thick with snow, and Fernstar misjudged one, thinking it was thicker and stronger than it was. It snapped under the combined weight of feline and snow, and down Fernstar plummeted, her back snapping on a rock.

but those memories were useless now. Now was the dawn of a new leader, a new time for LeafClan, and Fernstar embraced it. "Are you ready to receive your name and nine lives?" Her eyes softening, the she-cat added, "Frostnose, are you sue you can handle bringing LeafClan out of its dark times? This is ... this is out of the ordinary. Most new leaders have had at least a few moons of being deputy, and most don't have to clean up the wreckage of a tyrant. I want you to be ready and I want you to know that StarClan is always here for you. When you need us, we will assist if we are able to. You deserve at least that for what you're about to spend your life doing. I can only hope that you'll have a good life as LeafClan's leader."

[Lemonade]

As the brown she-cat bounded down to meet him, Frostnose took a step back to give her some space, taking in her appearance. He didn't know this cat directly, but he could guess who she was, if she was unknown to him personally and coming to meet him. His mother, however she had learned them, had told him stories of the first leaders of the clans when he was young. This was, he suspected, Fernstar.

Standing before the very first leader of the clan that was about to fall into his paws, Frostnose shuddered at the weight of his situation. He held his head high, his eyes sparking. Fernstar herself wouldn't be here to grant him his nine lives if StarClan didn't believe he had the strength to do this. They wanted him to succeed. They were here for him. He had the support he needed.

"What Silverstar did to our clan can't be repaired in one moon, or maybe even twelve moons," he said strongly, swaying in that lax but confident way of his, "but the cats in LeafClan are as strong and good as ever. I won't be working alone. We can all rebuild together." He lifted his head and tail as high as they would go, his confident shining. "What I lack in experience I'll make up for with careful paws. I won't disappoint StarClan. LeafClan will flourish as it once did."

[Midnight]

"That's the perfect attitude, Frostnose, and part of the reason why you were chosen." Fernstar dipped her head respectfully before LeafClan's newest leader. "Frostnose," Fernstar began, padding toward the tom and resting her chin atop his head, "I now name you Froststar, leader of LeafClan. I also give you the life of bravery in the hope that you will use it to pull LeafClan out of everything it has gone through." The brown tabby turned, watching as StarClanners slowly padded into the clearing, and in a moment, Fernstar was lost among them.

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Anyone is now free to post. When Frostar has 8 lives, I will post again with Fernstar giving him the final life and sending him on his merry way.

Lemonade, you're now free to play him as Froststar outside of this thread. ^^ All I ask is that you not send him to the gathering this month.

[Sand]

Rainkit padded forwards she knew her sister had come by earlier but she had been busy doing something else so she hadn't been able to say hello to her sister. The kit approached Frostnose her eyes gleaming as she stretched up to tour her nose to his which was the best she could do. "With this life I give you hope, even on the darkest day it will be there," she meowed. Rainkit looked just like her sister Bluewing or anyone the kit version of Bluewing. She stepped back into the line of Starclan cats.

ooc: I wanted to use Rainkit since Bluewing was her sister, I also just didn't feel like looking up my Starclan cats.

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Unalike from Fernstar, Moonstorm had not been in StarClan for moons. He was a recent death, about as recent as Silverstar. He didn't remember how he died in the battle, nor did he remember what had happened to Suncloud. His once bright and cheerful amber eyes were replaced with solemn ones. The black and white cat had not yet accepted his death. He believed he should be back in LeafClan, fighting and protecting its territory. but there was one thing that gave him hope. And that one thing was Frostnose. 

The warrior broke free from the group of StarClan cats and made his way toward the leader-to-be. He didn't have much to say. It wasn't time for pleasantries. Moonstorm had found himself acting much more like Spiderpelt rather than his old self. It was odd what death had did to him. Moonstorm reached forward to touch noses with Frostnose, before backing up and standing once more. "With this life, I give you honesty. Always remain honest and just to your cause, even if others do not see it" he meowed proudly, remembering the day Suncloud and him stood up for themselves in the battle against TalonClan. That was exactly what was needed in a LeafClan leader. "And say hello to Suncloud for me" he purred, his voice now returning cold and dry. His body slowly began to back up into the group of cats and soon it was out of sight, in a mix with all of the other StarClanners. It was time to return to StarClan. And with this message sent, Moonstorm would be okay with that. 

[Lightningtrail]

Silverface flicked his ear as he watched the new leader pad towards the rest of StarClan. He felt a mixture of excitement and fury, as he was still upset at his death. The tom could still imagine the feel of teeth in his throat, the taste of his own blood on his tongue. He had been one of the many LeafClanners to die in the battle, and he still was managing to fool himself into thinking that he was fighting for the good of LeafClan. Silverstar may have been a bit...extreme...but she sure knew how to make others fear her. She made LeafClan feared. And Silverface just hoped that Froststar could change that terrible fear, into meaningful respect. That is what the tom thought would be best for LeafClan in their dire circumstance. If they only the other clans respected them.

An almost insane grin formed on his light grey face as Moonstorm finished. It was his turn. His green eyes shone almost like embers as he approached the new LeafClan leader. He stood in front of the tom for a brief moment, assessing him. He just could not bear the thought of what would happen if they chose a leader who was too weak, in either mind or body. At least Froststar looked decent, so that was a good sign. "With this life, I give you endurance, so that you can keep fighting for your clan, no matter how long it takes. but only use your strength wisely, and for the good of LeafClan." He took a step back, his eyes glancing over Froststar again before he turned and rejoined the ranks of StarClan.

[[Acro.]]

At the back of the crowd, a cream-colored spirit was crouched, resting quietly. His ears were trained forward, if indifferently, as the naming Ceremony took place, and he wondered to himself if he should step up. He had given lives recently to... who were they? Bramblestar and... Gold? Goldenstar? That was about as much involvement in Clan life as he wanted. He'd been in Starclan so long, they had started to seem like... like seasons, always coming and going. He had died a young spirit, but now... now he was much older. but he still planned on sticking around for a while. As other spirits came forward, the tom felt his whiskers twitching in annoyance. What was this about hope and honesty? What were these numb-skull spirits trying to do, rebuild a Clan, or fill this new tom with happy feelings and sunshine? Supposing he ought to step forward--after all, this Frostmouth fellow was about to lead the Clan of his birth--the StarClanner got to his paws and quietly wove his way through the crowd of gathered spirits. He walked closely to them, his long whiskers brushing against their pelts as he passed. He could see the light of their spirits, but he had become so used to moving by feel that he preferred it.

It was a skill any cat born without eyes needed to figure out.

Duskeyes approached Froststar just as Silverface was stepping back. Where his eye sockets should have been, there were only two gentle depressions, covered by flesh and fur. Blind as he was, the tom could still easily see Froststar in front of him. Since arriving in StarClan, Duskeyes found, eventually, that he was able to see cats in the form of the light that their lives produced. Elders were dim, kits were bright, and leaders... leaders' illuminated images were practically overpowering, once all nine of their fresh, new lives had been crammed into their body-vessels. With smooth movements, Duskeyes approached Froststar and stood before him, closer than most cats would have deemed necessary. "Duskeyes, of LeafClan," he announced softly, his voice worn from time but not weakened. "Silverstar's failure came to her, in part, because she acted for only herself, with disregard to her Clan. With this life, I give you Empathy--when your Clan is unhappy, may you feel their unhappiness. When your Clan is hurting, you will feel their pain. And when your Clan is proud... so you, too, will be." And maybe that would be enough of a motivation to always act in the best interest of his Clan. Duskeyes usually made a point not to bother with the business of the Clans--time passed differently for him, now, and the earthly cats were always coming and going--but, on principle, if Froststar failed LeafClan... Duskeyes would make a personal appearance.

And it would not be pleasant.

Closing the gap between them, Duskeyes pressed his nose roughly to Froststar's, held it there as new light fill him, and then stepped away and headed back into the crowd. Recognizing the light of Fernstar, Duskeyes passed right by her, his whiskers grazing her starry pelt as he passed. "This'll be a good one," he commented quietly, his ear flicking toward Froststar before he continued on his way, disappearing to the back of the crowd.