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"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather by the telescope for a clan meeting." the telescope wasn't a bad place to hold such meetings, and the thought should of been obvious to begin with, but it never hit her until she looked out it for a decent amount of time, watching the moon rise up in the dark, night sky. For around an hour she remained there, waiting for the right time. Not too early and not to late, the tortoiseshell's call for the gathering was spot on. Not a second too late. It had been not too long ago since the official words to appoint a deputy had been spoken, but a few of the elders had been able to supply her from 'back in their days.' Nervous was she? More than, but not so as the meeting earlier today. Words came out stronger and not as stumbled, and the girl seemed to sit a little bit taller, but nothing compared to the ebony huntress' posture. Not yet.

