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  • #5761
    Wolfstar
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    Wolfstar’s paw pads stepped lightly on his den floor as he paced back and forth between one wall to the other, his tail twitching with thought. Cobwebs were wrapped around his left ear, and he could still feel the sting of the mountain lion’s claws scraping away the tip with ease. Thankfully, the wildcat was gone and out of sight, but he knew a lot of his Clanmate’s feared it would return…and not alone. He had to admit he was scared of that as well, so he made sure to send out more border patrols on the mountain-side of their territory daily. However, he knew that wasn’t his job, and the time to announce his successor was now.

    It had been a half-moon since Owlbelly stepped down from his position, still weak and riddled with the sickness that took so long to leave his body. The former deputy was still quite ill, and Wolfstar had hoped he would get better instead of having to choose a new cat for the job. Since he had been leader, their Clan had three deputies, and Wolfstar knew that was unacceptable, but Nettlenose and Startledcrow informed him that Owlbelly would not return as normal. Choosing the right warrior for the job required a lot of thought and a lot of trust. Several of his warriors were candidates in his mind: Eveningstorm, Lakewind, and even Tinyflame. But there was one warrior that stood out among the rest, stepping up when no one else did and giving orders that didn’t seem bossy or out of place. After sending multiple prayers to StarClan over his chosen warrior, he felt ready to announce it to WindClan, pleased he was making the right decision. 

    With a prepared sigh, Wolfstar stepped out of his den and made his way towards the boulder that stood over the medicine cat den. The leader kept his head high and he couldn’t help but show a little excitement in his expression. To have someone alongside him through decision making appealed to him very much. Wolfstar bunched up his muscles and jumped on top of the gray boulder, bounding to the top so he could overlook his camp. He was able to see the other side of the gorse barrier that surrounded their camp to the rolling moors that flooded their territories. Newleaf was finally here, and their land was almost flooded with colorful flowers enjoying the new sunshine. Birds flew over the brown and green grasses, and a few rabbits hopped out of their freshly-scooped burrows. Newleaf was most definitely his favorite season. Wolfstar turned his attention to the center of the camp and yowled, “Let all cats old enough to run the moors, join beneath the boulder for a Clan meeting!

    #5763
    Pheebs
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    Falconpaw

    A grey head popped out of the Apprentice’s den, confusion lighting across the tom’s face before clearing. Padding quickly, Falconpaw arranged himself in a seat towards the back of the clan, thin tail wrapping securely around himself. Looking up at his leader the apprentice once again had to shake off that feelings of wrongness. Because, really, it wasn’t right that Wolfstar stood alone without Owlbelly’s familiar body nearby. The clan had been shaken by the loss of their deputy, but luckily capable warriors had stepped up, for which Falconpaw was grateful.

    Quiethawk

    The grey-ish brown warrior’s jaws split open in a yawn, yellow eyes flickering around before focusing on his leader. The headache that had persisted and followed him for hours after his being flung into a rock (from that damnable wildcat) had long since dissipated, the ringing in his ears a distant hum now. Presently the tom continued to limp, but Quiethawk was relieved to say he was feeling much better than before. Settling close to the front the warrior allowed himself to entertain the possibility of Wolfstar announcing the new deputy, because as far as he knew there were no apprentices needing warrior names and no kits needing apprentice names. Quiethawk squashed the thought of being deputy a few moons after passing his third year, now forty moons old and still never having an apprentice. That didn’t mean he didn’t still have that hope in mind, but Quiethawk knew that, from the standpoint of the Warrior Code, he didn’t qualify. Whoever is deputy better be a good one. The tabby believed in only the finest leaders to lead his clan, and would likely protest if he didn’t like leadership despite his devout loyalty and obedience. 

    #5765
    Nettlenose
    Participant

    A little rumble of a prrbbbt rose from Nettlenose’s throat as she heard her father’s voice bellow through the air, summoning the clan’s cats to gather beneath the rock. She began to rise from her nest, where she had bedded for a momentary nap, her round green eyes blinking the sleep away as she stretched her limbs. The fluffy molly shook her coat off, quickly pulling a stray piece of dried grass from her fur, which had snagged from her nest.

    The short-legged medicine cat slipped out from her den and padded out a little bit, stopping and facing where Wolfstar stood, her gaze trailing up to him as she sat. She had a feeling she knew what this was about, after her and Startledcrow had somewhat recently given news to the leader about how serious their deputy’s illness was. Someone had to fill the spot, and she was anxious to know who had been chosen. 

    She saw Falconpaw, and Quiethawk, her tail swishing as the rest of the clan slowly trickled in. Whoever was picked, she would be supportive of them, accepting. WindClan had so many fine members.

    • This reply was modified 2 months ago by Nettlenose.
    #5768
    Shy
    Participant

    The lovely sight of Desertrose emerged from the warrior’s den in fluid grace. Her smooth, delicate shoulders rolled with each thoughtful step, the small sinews of muscle rippling beneath her sleek, spotted coat. The pallet of her pelt was that of light brown sand enlivened by the gleam of dawn, and the color that spilled between her long lashes was a rapturous shade of lavish gold; two howling suns breaking through dark, indigo clouds against a blackened sky; driving away the formidable storm and and beginning the day anew with gentle rays of light. Those deep pools of warm honey swirled with unfathomable depth and raw emotion. They were deep pools of restless gold, an amber ocean of unspoken grief.

    Desertrose watched as the cats of Windclan slowly emerged from their cozy dens and into the cold atmosphere, the chilly Newleaf wind ruffling their fur. It had been several moons since Owlbelly had fallen ill, his ailments rendering him completely unfit to fulfill his duties as deputy. She’d known that Wolfstar had held off on appointing a new deputy in the hopes that Owlbelly’s health would bounce back, but to everyone’s disappointment, it did not, and Windclan had been long overdue for a deputy. The wait was over now, though, and for many cats this would provide them peace of mind. This made her feel a sense of relief. Windclan meant everything to her and she wanted nothing more than to see her clanmates thrive. Desertrose’s dainty pawsteps carried her closest to the highrock as she wanted to be nearest to Wolfstar; her adored leader and closest friend. Being within his line of eyesight was her unspoken way of offering her unwavering support to him. Although he seemed to carry a smile on his face, she knew this was a big decision, and it was one he’d had to make more than once. A pang of regret gnawed at her for not taking the time to check in with him more often. She’d been so busy picking up extra work around camp that she hadn’t had the time. Desertrose quietly reassured herself that Wolfstar was a strong leader capable of shouldering the weight of the clan all on his own. He probably appreciated her help more than he would her lending a listening ear.

    • This reply was modified 2 months ago by Shy.
    #5771
    Feared
    Participant

    Startledcrow ~ WindClan Medicine Cat

    A soft yawn escaped the dark grey tabby’s lips as he peeked his head out of the den, pupil narrowing faintly as the light of the sun caught his facial expression, grumbling slightly as his sleep had been interrupted from the ruckus outside of the den. Although, his mood shifted as he could just see Wolfstar beginning to make his way on top of the boulder within the WindClan camp, a wiggle of his nose and he walked out of the den. He was certainly a tall tomcat, slender but not exactly skin and bone, Startledcrow did sport a fair amount of muscle for his build. He had Tinyflame and Eveningstorm to thank for that as the two cats took time out of their day to train him so he wasn’t completely useless if it came down to using his claws. Within the sunlight his pelt didn’t appear as black as it usually did within the shadows of his den, but within the light his pelt was a dark and stormy grey with dark black tabby stripes marking his pelt like that of a tiger.

    Ears stood upright as he noticed that a few cats had already assembled, Eveningstorm and Quiethawk catching his attention. Although a small and certain dark grey tabby kit caught his attention, arching an eyebrow as the small and wobbly kit was beginning to learn to walk. Willowfur wasn’t too far away as he could already see his lovely ginger mate hurrying after his head strong daughter. “I think not, Stormkit.” Startledcrow reached out a paw as he stopped his daughter from walking out of the nursery, smiling down at her softly while looking towards his mate. Ears pointed backwards as he listened to Wolfstar speak.

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    Eveningstorm ~ WindClan Warrior

    Pupils narrowed as the large tomcat heard the call for a clan meeting, chin turning as he looked in the direction of the large boulder within camp, nose twitching slightly with curiosity. Large paws turned his body around, instead of walking out of camp, he simply walked back towards the middle of the camp. Dark amber eyes roaming around the camp for a moment as he noticed a few felines had already assembled. Startledcrow was in the sidelines of his vision, but he wasn’t really paying attention to his younger brother as his second landed upon Quiethawk. Instantly he made his way towards the other tomcat, grinning as the large dark brown and white tabby feline lowered himself into a sitting position. “Hope you don’t mind if I park myself here.” Eveningstorm chimed with a grin.

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    Goldenrose ~ WindClan Warrior

    Goldenrose stretched out her tall and slender figure, muscles straining slightly underneath her white and rose gold dappled pelt. Vibrant green eyes flickered towards the entrance of her den, pupils narrowing slightly as she could hear Wolfstar’s voice just outside. “Finally.” She purred softly to herself, Wolfstar had been restless all night long and she knew exactly why. Clearing her throat, the lovely she-cat walked elegantly out of the den that she shared with Wolfstar, her pelt elegantly groomed as usual, the rose gold dappled patches along her pelt appeared to be like falling rose petals. She looked towards Wolfstar and gave a soft purr towards her mate, before she continued into the camps clearing. She couldn’t quite join him up upon the rock but she could definitely show that she supported him in whatever he chose. Eyes spotting Nettlenose with a soft smile reaching her lips, walking towards the she-cat with a purr. “Evening, Nettlenose.” Goldenrose greeted the she-cat, lowering herself into a sitting position beside of the lovely honey golden she-cat.

    #5774
    Pheebs
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    Quiethawk

    Eveningstorm’s familiar scent caught up to him before his voice did, and when the warrior heard his words Quiethawk flashed him a smirk. “Well, I suppose I’ll tolerate your presence.” Nodding to where Wolfstar stood watching the slowly assembling cats, Quiethawk murmured, “Do you think we’re finally going to know who’s replacing good old Owlbelly?” Change, in general, was necessary, Quiethawk knew, and he was fairly adaptable to it. Changes like these, however, often took time for him to get used to but the tom simply needed to trust his leader to choose the right tom (or she) for the job.

    “Eveningstorm, you’ve had an apprentice?” It was hardly a question, but the way Quiet worded it made it seem like one. Apprentices had always been a sore subject for the tom as he had always been fairly open about his wish to mentor one, often the first to volunteer for any apprentice whose mentor was sick or on leave and always keeping an eye on the Nursery for any possible apprentices. Honestly, it was a bit sad, if Quiethawk admitted it to himself, which he never did. His want for an apprentice went beyond his wish to be deputy, it was more personal, more of a need to feel like a real impact on his clan. What was more impactful and helpful to his clan than training a younger generation, the warriors of Windclan’s tomorrow? Alas, the tom felt deprived of this after forty moons and- nothing.

    #5780
    Jetstream
    Participant

    – T I N Y F L A M E –

    The small ginger she-cat had been out on patrol all morning long, with a pawful of her other clanmates to check along their borders and ensure that things were secure and safe. Tensions between other Clans had been high lately, and with Owlbelly out of commission, the rest of them had to keep themselves busy with patrols and duties to do around camp to be sure that things were still properly being done. Tinyflame felt a pang in her heart at the thought of her mate, a strong and capable tom that had been forced to retire early from warriorship due to a case of greencough that had taken more from him than anyone could foresee. Admittedly, her time lately had been almost glued to his side more than she would be focused on her clan duties– but could anyone truly blame her? She was sure, that if Goldenrose were to become deathly ill, Wolfstar would never leave her side regardless of his responsibilities to his Clan. The same could be said of any pair of mates and she was no different. Tinyflame had fought a long fight for Owlbelly to accept her and to admit that he cared for her enough to let his love for his deceased, previous mate go in order to allow himself to be with her and now this? They had been through so much and it seemed as though it would only continue. She knew that it was only a matter of time before he would have to step down from deputy, and she didn’t blame him nor did she disagree with Wolfstar’s final decision. It was something that would have to be done for the better of the Clan, as unfortunate as she found this turn of events. In fact, she felt that she may have been taking it harder than Owlbelly was. 

    As she was returning to camp, the small feline caught the sound of Wolfstar’s summons from the camp entrance. Her timing seemed just about perfect, and with a sparing glance towards the dens, she moved to join the other cats gathering beneath the highpoint of camp where their leader were to make his announcements. Catching sight of Nettlenose and Goldenrose nearby, Tinyflame moved over to join them, dipping her head respectfully to the other she-cats as she took her place beside the two of them. “Hello Nettlenose, Goldenrose. I hope the day is going in your favor.” A smile graced her face, but the sadness that swam in the depths of her blue eyes did not fully leave her. It was clear to her that she was still dealing with the impact of the illness that clung to Owlbelly and the worry she had for his health and benefit. In relation to his, a comment from behind her a warrior was making about Owlbelly being replaced rubbed her the wrong way and resulted in an irritable flick of her tail, though she did not turn around to retort to him, as much as she had wanted to. She knew about as well as anyone else that it was time to move on. 

    #5783
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    Wolfstar waited as his Clanmate’s popped out of their dens and settled underneath the boulder he stood upon. He almost chuckled at the sudden memory of the first time he called a meeting and trying to keep  his voice from shaking for fear he would lead them incorrectly. Now, he spoke to them like a true leader and never wavered his voice to show they could place their trust in him. Falconpaw and Quiethawk were for the first to sit beneath him with Eveningstorm and Desertrose following behind. Nettlenose stepped out of the medicine den with Startledcrow close, and Wolfstar made a mental note to inquire how his injured son is doing. And then, his beautiful mate, Goldenrose, slipped out of the den they shared with her eyes wide and glowing. He nodded towards her lovingly before looking back to the crowd of cats. Wolfstar felt a pang in his belly when he saw Tinyflame pad towards Goldenrose and Nettlenose, her expression still sad despite the cheeriness he could from her voice. He knew this decision was correct, but he also knew it must have been hard for her and Owlbelly.

    First of all, I would like everyone to know that there were no more signs of the mountain lion our patrol had encountered yesterday. But I will be sending out another patrol today just to make sure. Secondly, no apprentices will be allowed to get close to the mountain-side of our territory without a warrior present until I am certain the threat of wildcat’s are gone. I want to remind the apprentices that there is no going outside of our boundaries even though there is not a Clan on the other side. Wildpaw is severely injured because of his choice to explore the mountains without a warrior around.” Wolfstar wanted to choke with grief at the severity of his son’s injuries, but he knew he needed to make a point. “But with all that aside, I think it is time for our Clan to have some stability. Next, I will announce our new deputy.”

    He paused to let his former words sink in before starting again. “I have thought long, and very hard on who will be my successor. There have been too many deputy changes since I became leader, and I believe I have chosen the perfect cat for the job. She has worked above and beyond her whole life, proving herself worthy to lead you when I no longer can.” Wolfstar looked up at the sky. “I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve my choice. The new deputy of WindClan is…” He looked down from the cloudy sky and looked directly at the tan and rose-colored she-cat who sat closer to him than the others. “Desertrose.”

    #5794
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Quiethawk

    Sitting up, the wiry tom blinked in surprise. Desertrose. Well, of course, any Windclanner as social as himself knew how hardworking the molly was, going above and beyond to win approval from her parents and her clan. She’ll be a good deputy, Quiethawk decided, though not without the faintest twinge of jealousy that remained coiled in his gut. Glancing towards Eveningstorm, the grey-brown tom smiled faintly, “Clever choice, isn’t it?” The she-cat wouldn’t settle for good, she’d strive to push Windclan forward and with all the constant change it would be nice to have the stability. “I wish I were on the next patrol,” Quiethawk added, recalling how Wolfstar had mentioned sending another patrol. Unfortunately, Startledcrow had told him to take it easy. The warrior bit back the bile that rose up his throat from that order. ‘Take it easy’ was all he ever heard as an apprentice, but Quiethawk had never followed such orders.

    Falconpaw

    The Oriental tom blinked owlishly, trying to pinpoint the warrior chosen for the role of Deputy but taking a bit to do so. When he finally did see her, the apprentice could safely say he recognized her. Ever since Owlbelly had fallen ill Desertrose and a few other warriors, whom Falconpaw wasn’t familiar with, had picked up the slack and done their best to keep things orderly in the clan. It wasn’t the same, of course, as a Deputy-less Leader was like having a sun-less sky. Well, we have one now and that’s what matters.

    #5795
    Feared
    Participant

    Eveningstorm ~ WindClan Warrior

    He snickered slightly at Quiethawk’s comment, rolling his dark amber eyes in a playful manner while drawing his pale pink tongue over his dry white lips. “Oh, how kind of you.” Eveingstorm retorted, shifting slightly to where he was more comfortable because of the tight strain on the scratch upon his shoulder blade, mostly because it was healing. Eyes shifting back towards Wolfstar as Quiethawk nodded in the large tom’s direction, his own expression turning thoughtful as he considered Quiethawk’s words. “I certainly hope so, everyone has seemed so lost without Owlbelly as deputy.” He whispered back to his companion so their conversation wouldn’t be so easily overheard. Ears lifted slightly in attention when he noticed that Goldenrose was leaving the leader’s den, she held such elegance among other she-cat’s that it was hard not to notice her presence. Clearing his throat he looked back at Quiethawk as the tomcat questioned if he had an apprentice, blinking in surprise at the sudden question.

    “Yes, I do. I’m currently mentoring Wildpaw.” Eveningstorm meowed, shifting a little in uncomfortable stance as his mind trailed off to the thought of his gravely injured apprentice. The young Tom had ventured off with his littermate to explore the unknown and ended up getting hurt as a cause because of it. Eveningstorm felt responsible but what was done was done, he would just have to adapt with Wildpaw. Pupils narrowed when he spotted the pelt of Tinyflame, his former apprentice that he no longer had a relationship with. He honestly missed talking to her. But he held that to himself, although he couldn’t help but feel pity for the young she-cat as her mate was gravely ill, enough to warrant his retirement as deputy. Such a shame. A true waste of Owlbelly’s talents. He thought with a heavy sigh escaping his lungs, looking away from his former apprentice finally for his gaze to spot Desertrose. Now that was a beautiful and powerful she-cat; her golden dappled pelt was alluring and her eyes were even more so. She surely knew how to attract attention, warranting a nod of greeting from Eveningstorm before Wolfstar’s deep voice pulled his attention away from Desertrose.

    Pupils narrowed slightly as Wolfstar started to speak about the mountain lion attack that had occurred only yesterday, and he certainly had the scratch to prove it. He held his breath when Wildpaw and his injuries were mentioned, eyebrows furrowing faintly before he found the will to breathe once more. Dark amber eyes flickering down towards the ground for a brief moment, although his chin did not move. He couldn’t bare to see the hurt that flashed throughout Wolfstar’s blue eyes and he certainly couldn’t look towards Goldenrose, her reaction days ago had been heart wrenching enough. However, his eyes flashed back up towards his leader as he spoke about appointing a new deputy, leaning forward on his toes as he felt slight excitement bubble within his stomach. Within an instant the excitement left his stomach and disappointment set in for only the briefest nod moments when his name had not been spoken.

    Eyes instantly sought out Desertrose, whom appeared to be both surprised and pleased with Wolfstar’s choice. Of course, it was a very practical choice, Desertrose was a hard working she-cat, but he couldn’t help the slight grunt that left his lips. Ears swiveling in Quiethawk’s direction as the tomcat spoke beside of him, although he didn’t remove his eyes from Desertrose. “Very clever.” Was all that he could manage to say, whiskers twitching slightly for a moment. “If Desertrose and Wolfstar will allow, I’ll try to join the patrol. I know what the mountain lion looks like and smells like.” Eveningstorm replied.

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    Goldenrose ~ WindClan Warrior

    Eyes brightened when she spotted Tinyflame walking towards her and Nettlenose, a tender smile reaching the Molly’s muzzle as she appeared warm and welcoming for her good friend. Goldenrose couldn’t even imagine what Tinyflame was through, Wolfstar had lost life’s since becoming mates but he always returned back to his health. Owlbelly’s case was not so, but she admired her friends courage and how strong she was holding herself together in order to support her mate in his time of need. “Tinyflame.” She purred out her friends name, waiting for Tinyflame to get closer as she reached for the shorter molly, giving her ear a tender lick. Anyone could see the sad look that was deeply stained within her gaze, despite of the cheery smile and tone of her voice. “I’m doing as well as I possibly can.” She responded, sighing softly as she gently laid her long tail along the spine of Tinyflame as she offered comfort for the she-cat.

    Muzzle lifting slightly as her mate began to speak, chin tilting faintly as she listened to him speak about the mountain lion attack that had occurred yesterday. Before her mate had explained why the tip of his ear was missing, she had believed those wildcats to be mere myth, now that didn’t appear to be the case. She felt uneasy with the thought of there being such large wildcats just prowling within feet of their border. Goldenrose felt her jaw tighten when Wolfstar mentioned their son and his injuries, although she tried her hardest not to seem fazed or upset by this statement. Her emotions got the best of her days before and she still felt shame burn at her pelt for causing such a scene over the state of her son. Although many Molly’s had assured her that her response was normal, she couldn’t help but feel shame nonetheless. Wolfstar’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, eyes refocusing upon the tomcat as he spoke of choosing a new deputy.

    Even Goldenrose had no idea of her mates choice, and appeared surprised when Desertrose’s name was declared. What an excellent choice! She thought silently to herself, allowing the molly a moment to gather her thoughts throughout the shock of her name being called out before Goldenrose meowed loudly. “Congratulations, Desertrose.” The white and rose gold dappled she-cat purred and smiled in the direction of the new WindClan deputy.

    #5798
    Shy
    Participant

    Desertrose stared up at Wolfstar, her golden gaze fluttering open like the soft beats of a butterfly’s wing. Though it should have came as no surprise, a part of her was surprised that she had been chosen as the new deputy of Windclan. Everything she had been doing for the clan her entire life, all of her hard work and dedication, had been out of love; the sole satisfaction of seeing her clanmates safe and happy as a result of the help she provided them with. She’d never once expected to be deputy, or anticipated that her actions would land her here. However, it was a pleasant surprise.

    Still looking up at their leader, she felt her own stomach churn nervously at the prospect of the task and the weight she would now carry. She knew there was a lot of responsibility that would come with being deputy— but hadn’t she technically been withholding them already without the fancy title? Desertrose had devoted all of her time helping with hunting and border patrols, and picking up the extra weight around camp in the absence of their previous deputy. Without even realizing it, she’d already been preforming most of duties a deputy would be entitled to, and relaxed at her sudden revelation. The golden warrior lit up with delight as she showed her acceptance and appreciation with a solemn nod.

    It wasn’t long after that when she heard the voice of her father shouting her name in the distance, along with the soft voice of Wolfstar’s lovely mate congratulating her. Her father’s voice was the one she lingered on, though, as pride rang clearly in his voice. It was an unmistakable, yet unfamiliar sound seeing as she didn’t hear it very often, especially not from her father— and never had she heard him be this pleased with her. He sounded as if he was about to burst with pride. The feeling she felt upon hearing him spread throughout her like wildfire, burning her heart up in hungry flames. The unbridled passion within her gaze turned her eyes into orbs containing only the brightest of fire; red, hot, and flickering. In each depth you could see her youthful determination; a fiery passion. “I won’t let you down,” she promised in confidence. It was a promise she would keep in regards to both Wolfstar and all of Windclan.

    #5832
    Nettlenose
    Participant

    Nettlenose greeted Goldenrose and Tinyflame with a warm smile, always pleased to see the two, and was even happier to have them join her as they waited for the announcement Wolfstar would give. “Tinyflame, Goldenrose~” The medicine cat greeted softly, dipping her head to them. “I hope you’re both well this morning.” Which was something she truly found interest in, both as a healer and a friend. She knew though that Tinyflame must be struggling with Owlbelly’s condition, and as such she made a mental note to check in with the molly at a later time.

    For now her gaze trailed to Wolfstar. She was thrilled to hear that the mountain lion hadn’t made itself known as of today, though as Wolfstar spoke of his son’s misfortune her heart ached. It was a tragedy what had become of the new apprentice, and the news she would have to give to her father and his mate concerning his condition. However, for now came the part of interest. The new deputy was to be announced.

    Nettlenose watched contently as Desertrose was announced. What a fine choice she thought! The molly was happy to support the she-cat however she could, and would trust her guidance alongside Wolfstar’s. She called out a warm congratulations and then stood, knowing she had much to attend within her den.

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