Hey guys... so, I haven't wrote anything on here because of a lack of inspiration, so I am resorting back to the crappy Warriors stories. Like any other story that isn't written by some famous author on here, this probably wont get one lousy review. Bye. ~CtC~

Deep inside the Moonstone cave, free from any harm, a large white she-cat with a tail snapped to one side stood. The air around her was rank, smelling of dead, rotten fresh kill. She had many large battle scars on her, from the previous night, when ThunderClan had attacked without warning. Shifting her feet and slowly sitting down, a task that was unusually hard this time, her blue and green eyes looked over to the right. There stood a black she-cat with gray stripes on her tail.

The black cat thumped her tail on the ground, signaling for the white cat to come over.

"Moontail." the white cat whispered to her partner. Moontail looked deep into those blue and green eyes she was fond of. It was only a miracle- and a curse- from StarClan perhaps that Clearmoss had gone deaf now, of all times. She could hear as an apprentice and a kit, but now as deputy-and soon to be leader- Clearmoss couldn't hear a thing.

Moontail had of course wondered what the fate of the deaf leader would be. How would she come to the FourTrees and give announcements for RiverClan? How would she know if enemy warriors were attacking?

Clearmoss came to the Moonstone to think. The large pillar of quartz wasn't shining yet; it wasn't time for her leadership ceremony. Moontail laid down next to Clearmoss.

"I can't do this Moontail," Clearmoss sulked, "I won't be able to do anything for RiverClan. Why did Lionstar appoint me as deputy when he knew I can't hear anything?"

Moontail leaned in, face to face with her friend of many moons. "Maybe... Maybe Lionstar knew that making you deputy was a good choice," Moontail gave Clearmoss a lick on the forehead, "you will be a great leader, even if you can't hear."

Clearmoss stood up quickly, jumping away from the affection. "Stop it Moontail!" she growled. "I can tell by your face you're comforting me like a kit! I don't need to patronized! Just go home!"

Shocked by the sudden out burst, Moontail got up as well, and with a swish of her tail, left the Moonstone to go back to camp. It would be dangerous going through WindClan's territory by herself, but Moontail had to go. It was almost nighttime, and Honeyleaf, their medicine cat, would be on his way. After arriving in the RiverClan camp, curious campmates questioned Moontail.

"Where might Clearmoss be, dearie?" Bronzestream, a brownish-gold she-cat asked. Oakpaw, Barkpaw, Firepaw, and Stripedpaw were full of questions for the senior warrior regarding Clearmoss, a strange leader-to-be indeed. Moontail backed away, flustered by the bombing of questions. She suddenly backed into a tom with gross, matted golden fur.

"Watch where you're going you little piece of fox du-" Moontail spun around, growling at the tom before being silenced by a harsh stare from him.

"It seems you don't want me to help Clearmoss at the ceremony," he grumbled, and then Moontail realized it was Honeyleaf. She stared curiously at him, for Honeyleaf looked tired and agitated. He must have noticed Moontail staring, because he then turned away, looking at his paws.

Moontail sat down, wincing as their fur touched; her fur twitched as the gross feeling went on her. Honeyleaf sighed.

"I'm going to the MotherMouth soon." He stated bluntly. Honeyleaf gathered a set of traveling herbs for himself. "Did Clearmoss give any say of who shall be deputy yet? I would assume she choose you."

Moontail glanced at the reed-woven ground of the RiverClan Medicine Den. "She didn't." Moontail looked back up at Honeyleaf. "I should go back, maybe Clearmoss'll tell me if I go to her." She stood up, only to find herself flinch and sit back down when Honeyleaf's tail guided her to sit back down.

He leaned close to her, a strange look of sympathy in Honeytail's blue eyes. With a twitch of his whiskers, he meowed, "Clearmoss is grieving for her loss of Lionstar. She is possibly wondering how she will be able to cope with the Clan." He stood up and stretched, herbs in his mouth, and started to trot out of the den. "You can do this Moontail. For now, just act as if you were deputy."

With that, the golden striped tom with a lick to his tangled fur left the camp.

Moontail sat outside the den, her head high. She couldn't be brave in a situation like this one.

She could at least act like it.