Juncoberry shadowclan deputy
He’d put it off as long as he possibly could. Juncoberry had done everything in his power to avoid making this trip, to avoid having to deal with his ancestor’s spirits. He was afraid, and he couldn’t quite figure out why. There was something wrong with the existence of ghosts and such, he was sure; he was convinced something evil always accompanied them, whether they, themselves, were inherently evil or not. And now, stood at the mouth of the Mooncave, he felt that familiar sense of foreboding wash over him. Juncoberry didn’t know where irrational fear ended and intuition began; he wished he could just be done with this. Would it be so bad to just turn around and go back to camp without his nine lives? Surely no-cat would know the difference. He could simply adopt a new name and never have to deal with ghosts to get it…
Paws tingling, the grey-spattered tom drew a shaky breath. He knew he was going to have to face the spirits in this cave. He didn’t have a choice in the matter; when he’d accepted the role of deputy, he’d also accepted to one day lead the Clan as Smokestar had done. Could he fill the hole she’d left behind? Could he ever hope to command the same respect and adoration that his leader before him had kept so easily? Smokestar had made it look effortless. Juncoberry felt like he was a fumbling mess compared to her; nothing he could ever do would measure up to her. He was hit once more with a wave of grief, his tail dropping behind him as he stared, wide-eyed, into the darkness below him. He turned amber eyes on Hareflight where she stood beside him, his ears falling to his skull as he forced an uneasy grin. “‘Think Smokestar will be there?” he ventured, hope in his eyes.
Crystaldove
Starclan Warrior
A warm scent surrounded Juncoberry. The scent of lilies, mint and a hint of milk. A beautiful silver tabby stepped forward, her dark blue eyes shining within the stars and sparkles leaving her paw steps as she took each step. In front of Juncoberry was Crystaldove, a queen of Skyclan. The young molly had a promising future, and had a whole life ahead of her.. Until she had passed away giving birth to her son. While Crystaldove didn’t get to see Granitemask grow up, she always watched him and cheered for every accomplishment that occurred within his life. Her best friend Frostburn and her mate Darkbird had done a fantastic job with the silver tabby tom, she couldn’t be more happier to leave Granitekit in such good hands.. But she missed her almost lover and son, but they always knew.. There was a guardian angel always watching over them.
“Hello Juncoberry” Crystaldove said in a gentle tone, approaching the gray deputy with a soft smile. “My name is Crystaldove, I was a queen in Skyclan before joining Starclan” She said, as the silver tabby didn’t need to explain how she died.. But by her words, Juncoberry could piece it together with also the faint scent of milk that she still carried. Leaning towards Juncoberry, she watched as he lowered his head while her pink nose pressed against his forehead “With this life, I give you Sacrifice” Crystaldove whispered softly, her voice had a hint of sadness but remained strong before she went on “Use it well, as you will need to make sacrifices for the good of your clan..” The Molly said before stepping back, dipping her head in farewell before taking a step back, allowing the next cat to step forward.