I paced in the garden, my paws leaving dents in the grass as my paws thudded in a circle. My mind was absolutely in whack, my thoughts racing from the conversation with my leader earlier. It was still fresh in my mind even though it was a while ago and I had been pacing ever since.

Rubblestar had called me to her den, eyes gleaming in a way I didn't know what to expect but, being me, I thought I was in trouble. So, once I got into the den I bowed my head deeply and meowed, "Did I trouble you somehow?" but she simply shook her head and I looked back up at her.

"No, Wishberry. You are in no way in trouble here."

I furrowed my brows in confusion, looking at her third eye. I found myself looking at it when I talked to her, not her two eyes. For some reason, the third was quite interesting to me. "I have something to speak with you about."

I nod and take a seat, glancing at the entrance to the den with a cautious stare as she looked at me some-what gently. The stern face I knew was kind of easier to look at this way and I found myself no longer afraid after a little.

"I have finally chosen a deputy, Wishberry." Rubblestar meowed and looked at me, a little expectance in her eyes. I didn't say what she was expecting apparently as my mew came out as, "How does that have to do with me?" before I realized what she was talking about.

"You will be the new deputy. Prepare a little before I tell the Clan." She meowed, right eye twitching in annoyance. I blinked a few times, trying to process what she had just said. Normally, a deputy would be chosen in front of the Clan without anyone really knowing about it first-hand, but Rubblestar had put my emotions into consider and knew I would be too panicked if she just said it; to that, I was grateful.

I nod, numb to the world around me as I walked away and then, I was pacing.

How do I prepare myself again? Maybe… calm myself? So I stopped, inhaled and exhaled for a while and my mind cleared, but maybe I should do something else. I wasn't sure so I go and hunt for a while, that always calms me down. The scent of fresh-kill, the thought of helping the Clan. It all soothed me and for some reason, I felt new pride in my actions.

When I got back to camp, I wore a smile and my chin was held up high like my tail. I dropped the fresh-kill in the pile, making a significant difference, and glanced at the leader who sat down in the corner of camp. Smiling, I wave my tail to her and purred softly, and that seemed to make her smile as well as she stood up and padded before us all.

"Cat's of RubbleClan!"

It was time, I was ready. I was born and raised as a rogue until I was six moons old, when I was found by Rubblestar. I grew to be a warrior and worked my rear off for this moment, trying to help as much as I can. I was ready and I knew it, yet I still couldn't help but feel nervous.

"I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of RubbleClan is Wishberry."

The cats cheered my name and my smile brightened as I dipped my head to my great leader. "I won't disappoint you!" I mewed but at the same time, a certain white she-cat came into mind.

Mother, I hope you are proud of me!

And I swear I heard her voice saying that she was prouder than she ever thought she could be.