" So, Duckpool," Stagstar began. " You have been chosen by Starclan, but this does not mean you get to do whatever you want. You still have to-"
"What! You think I would take advantage of this?! How am I the chosen one? Why not Herontail, or Pikefin, or even Sunberry! Why me? I never wanted the spotlight!" Duckpool exclaimed loudly. Stagstar looked around nervously.
" Hey now, no need to be so loud. You're going to make the whole clan worry." He meowed.
"What about me? What do you do when you've been chosen by Starclan? Live a normal life and die peacefully?! Not muddy likely!" She continued in a harsh whisper.
" Duckpool, calm down." Stagstar's whisper was low and meaningful. It said that she was being selfish and to think rationally. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Think rationally.
" Okay. I accept that I've been chosen by Starclan, and will save the clan from unimaginable dangers which may kill us all if I slip up." Duckpool said quietly so that Stagstar almost had to lean in to hear it. Stagstar nodded.
" Good. Until you have calmed down some more, it be best if you went hunting or patrolling out of camp for a while." Dawnpool nodded, and rose to leave. Just as she was leaving the den, Stagstar called out again, his voice never rising higher than a whisper.
"Don't you think Starclan chose you for a reason?"
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Warriors : Chosen
FanfictionAll Duckpool ever wanted to be was an ordinary warrior. Not leader, not deputy, not the greatest and most admired...not chosen.
