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    Thinstar::


    A thin, light tortoiseshell she-cat emerged from the gorse tunnel. Her thick pelt almost dragging on the colorful forest floor. Her brown eyes stared at the ground. While her tail was held high. However, she didn't look very happy. The she-cat jumped on top of the Ancient Rock, right before she began to speak,
    "Cats of FallClan!" She began loudly. Hoping to awaken those still sleeping. It was the morning right after she had received her nine lives as a leader. Yet, the ceremony obviously didn't go the way she wanted it to go, "Meet me here under the Ancient Rock, now!" She hissed angrily. Her fur bristling as she looked at the clearing with cold eyes.





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    Foxpaw ran over and sat down. Her orange fur gleamed in the sunlight, and her green eyes shined with confusion as she looked up. She had no idea what this is about.

    Spottedfeather looked at Thinstar from the fresh kill pile, already indulging in a plump mouse at her paws. Letting out a sigh, the calico she-cat broke away from the half eaten mouse and her cool blue eyes settled on the leader.


    Rowanstrike emerged in camp, his maw full of horsetail and watermint. He partially ignored Thinstar until he walked into his den and sorted the herbs quickly. Huffing softly, the tabby tom sat at e entrance of his den, ears pricked as he noticed how irate Thinstar was.

    The she-cat tried to calm herself by taking deep, slow breaths. She then fixed her paws upon the rock before standing to her paws.
    "As you all may know... There must be a deputy chosen before sun-fall." Thinstar explained, as calmly as she possibly could. Was it obvious that the stress from being leader had already gotten to her? She scanned the area once more before speaking, "So, it is indeed my duty to choose the cat who I think is best for this rank." She began before looking towards, Spottedfeather, "By the power of StarClan, I have chosen Spottedfeather as the next in line to guide the clan on the path to victory. May StarClan approve of my choice for the new deputy!" She meowed loudly. Her amber eyes looking at the she-cat with slight wisdom, even though deep inside she felt uncertain. The tortoiseshell she-cat sat down and prepared for what she would say next.

    Spottedfeather's eyes widened as she heard Thinstars words naming her deputy. She hadn't expected the rank and she could tell that the leader had some uncertainty with her choice by her behavior. She approached the Ancient Rock slightly and dipped her head to Thinstar "Thank you, I hope to prove myself worth of being deputy" she mewed confidently, her gaze unwavering

    Sparrowclaw, sat by the elder's den, nodded slowly at the leader's choice. She yawned contently and shuffled her paws on the grass.


    Despite being a little jealous, Rainstep was happy for the new deputy; how could he not forgive such a pretty she-cat?


    He shook his head at the thought of liking the cat. Rainstep simply didn't have time for petty romance affairs - he had hunting and fighting for his clan to do. Besides, the deputy can't become a queen! That would be terrible trouble for the Clans. They had been without a deputy long enough. Sighing out of confusion, Rainstep curled his tail around his paws and waited to see what else Thinstar had to tell the Clan.

    Thinstar dipped her head. She was suddenly smiling over her choice. Perhaps she had indeed made a choice that may do good for the clan? "I'm sure you will," The leader spoke softly. The feeling of confidence then completely took over, I know she's the one. She thought to herself, before signaling with her tail that the meeting was over, "You are all now dismissed." The tortoiseshell she-cat purred loudly, jumping down from the rock to pad towards her new deputy, "May you do well." She then padded towards Rainstep to arrange the sun-high hunting patrol, "Rainstep, I am leaving it up to you to go out on a hunting patrol. You make take whoever you wish."

    (This may be hard considering how little people have realised the RP thread is up :P)


    Rainstep nodded and headed off to find some cats for the patrol. He immediately padded over to Foxpaw and inoted his apprentice into the patrol.
    'Good practice.' He encouraged.