(I mean, if he does become a deputy that would be fine. If he became the leader of the clan, I would probably have Rivergaze die or something so her apprentice has a chance, so someone can have that part.)
Rivergaze padded into camp carrying moss with her. Her search for feverfew had been unsuccessful. It had been hard to find years before, but this Greenleaf, it seemed impossible. Sighing through the moss, she walked into her den, placing the moss in the corner and cleaning out the old stuff. She hummed to herself softly as she did so.
Thornstone watched his son play with a few bugs, grooming himself as he did so. He was observant today, watching the other clan members. He needed to know what made them tick before he would be able to successfully lead them.
Darkpaw batted around a butterfly, growling as he did so. He was bound determined to catch it, crouching and pouncing in circles around the camp.
