"Hurry up, Darkpelt. We're going to miss the ceremony!"Amberfeather urged. She and the ThunderClan deputy were collecting marigold. Two moons had passed since Mothstar's eight deaths, and many events had taken place. Saltpaw had been apprenticed to Softheart, Brightkit and Whitekit were born to Heartbrook and her kits' apprentiship was about to begin.
She paced around impatiently as Darkpelt dug up the prey that she'd caught. The two had hunted near the Thunderpath, it had given better prey then one would have suspected. They'd caught four mice and a pigeon, amazing for leaf-bare.
"I know, I know let me just..."Darkpelt stopped as she spotted a rabbit. The deputy shrugged and set off after it.
Argh, at this rate, I'm gonna have to leave her here and run back to camp myself!
The rabbit twitched it's ears. It lept onto the Thunderpath. Darkpelt followed. Another step. She followed. Again.
Oh no!
She opened her jaws to yowl out when a large, black monster approached.
In that moment, everything slowed down.
"Darkpelt!"she yelled,"No!"
It was too late. Motion came fast again when the monster passed.
"No!"she screeched, noticing her body... and the reek of death.
She's dead...
Discouraged, she dragged the decease back to her Clan. Mothstar was yelling the summons.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan- Darkpelt!"
"Ha...for a Clan- Darkpelt!"the humour died from Shadowclaw's eyes.
"What happened?"Mothstar demanded hoarsely.
Amberfeather felt deja-vu from when she first dragged her mother into camp,"Thunderpath..."
Her Clan leader had to seem strong,"I will appoint a new deputy at Moonhigh. Let us continue with the ceremony,"
Though Mothstar was acting half-heartedly, her kits enjoyed it. Whitepaw was apptenticed to Redspots, Muddypaw and Greyleg, Poppypaw with Berrythorn and Badgerpaw was with Birdfly. Last of all, Wildpaw was apprenticed to Amberfeather. Pride beamed through her at the sight of they child that she'd raised, who was destined to be a medicine cat.
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The day went by slowly, and Amberfeather was the only one who didn't sleep. At moonhigh, Mothstar emerged from the den.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!"
Whilst the Clan gathered, Amberfeather tested Wildpaw on her herb knowledge.
"I say these words before the body of Darkpelt, that her spirit may hear and approve my choice,"he searched for the cat that he was singling out, "Redspots will be the new deputy of ThunderClan,"
There was a stunned silence. No cat looked happy.
"What?"Birdfly growled.
"You...you said Redspots...right?" Splotnose choked.
Ever since I was born, Mothstar has been old and clueless...but awarding deputy to an inexperienced cat who only just got her first apprentice?
"Mothstar, please..."Redspots shook her head.
"The warrior code tells you to obey your leader,"Mothstar pointed out, "And Darkpelt has heard and approved of my choice. Goodnight,"