Thistleclaw

*Thistleclaw leaps onto the high rock, his muscles bunching under his long fur, his amber eyes scanned the camp, tail twitching with excitement. He must choose a deputy, yet he’s torn on whom to chooose. He calls the classic clan meeting call* Thistleclaw: All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the high rock for a clan meeting! *He yowled sharply, and as cats began to gather around, he spoke.* Thistleclaw: As you all know, *he continued* Sunstar was found dead in his den, meaning, I, Thistleclaw take my role as the leader. And as every leader must do, *he sighed* I must appoint a deputy. *He finished, but spoke again in a different way.* Thistleclaw: We will be doing a different deputy choosing, if you want to be deputy, step under the high rock! *He yowled, and cat’s ears perked excitedly, and many gathered around, his eyes narrowed and he leaped down from the high rock, examining each cat with focus.*