[font=Cambria]"Rushingclan, gather!" Hennessy barked as he climbed onto the highrock, where he overlooked the felines and other animals below.
His dark brown optics sparkled lightly, knowingly, as he had talked to Foxstar about this. And though they didn't know who would be the next deputy quite yet, there would be quite a few candidates for the position most likely. They might promote another Sleeath-walker too, but it truly depended on how much the activity rose.
rushed
