Frostfoot had fulfilled the prophecy. She was finally happy. The only thing that dampened her spirit was that three members of her Clan were dead. But that was some moons ago. She remembered her deputyship.
It was some moons ago that she was first made deputy, but even now, she forgot sometimes; felt like she was an ordinary warrior when she really wasn't. She shifted her forepaws nervously in front of her as she watched Honeystar, standing with two kits next to her; Bluekit and Ashkit.
"Frostfoot, you are now ready to take on an apprentice. You will be mentor to Bluepaw. Frostfoot, you have shown yourself to be a deputy of compassion and loyalty to what you know is right. I'm sure you will pass on all that you know to this apprentice," meowed Honeystar.
It hit Frostfoot that only warriors who'd had apprentices could be made deputy. Honeystar had ignored that rule with her, but now she was making it right. She remembered that Cloudwhisp had told her that StarClan was not made at her, nor the leader of CloudClan.
Bluepaw touched noses excitedly with Frostfoot, then sat next to her, her blue eyes gleaming. There was something about Bluepaw that made Frostfoot reminded of someone.
"Whiteleg, you are now ready to take on an apprentice. You will be mentor to Ashpaw. Whiteleg, you have shown yourself to be a medicine cat of loyalty and understanding. I'm sure you will pass on all that you know to this apprentice," purred CloudClan's leader.
Whiteleg touched noses with the apprentice, her red eyes gleaming with happiness.
Once the cats had dispersed, Frostfoot waved Whiteleg and Ashpaw over. "Why don't we go around for a look at the territory together?" Frostfoot suggested, and she saw Bluepaw's eyes flash with excitement.
"We won't be taking the same route as you," mewed Whiteleg curtly. "I have to show Ashpaw the best places for herbs while we look at the territory. You'll just look at the territory."
Frostfoot felt as if she had been nipped on her ear. Why was Whiteleg being angry like that? She was being as cold as frost. Maybe there's a good explanation, Frostfoot thought. "Oh, alright; good thinking, Whiteleg," she meowed carefully. "We'll see you later. Come on, Bluepaw."
Frostfoot led the way out of the camp, then waded through the water with Bluepaw until she got back to land again. She sniffed the air to scent for any intruders, then began her tour.
"This is CloudClan's border with BoulderClan," mewed Frostfoot after a while. Bluepaw was really quiet, and she looked troubled. She just nodded and flicked her tail tip.
"Okay." She sniffed BoulderClan scent and then continued back on by Frostfoot's side.
"Bluepaw, is something troubling you?" Frostfoot questioned.
Bluepaw paused, as if she wasn't sure she should tell Frostfoot anything. She turned to her, blue eyes full of worry. "I'm concerned about Whiteleg."
Frostfoot widened her eyes. "You're much too young to worry about Clan business," she began warily.
Bluepaw's eyes flashed angrily at Frostfoot. "I knew you wouldn't understand. No one ever does, except Ashpaw."
She began walking, but Frostfoot jumped in front of her. Her ice-blue eyes met Bluepaw's own blue eyes. "I don't want you to worry yourself sick; that's all. I'll understand. Tell me."
Bluepaw looked at her warily. "The way she treated you. You two have been friends since kithood."
Frostfoot's face twisted in curiosity. "How'd you know that?" she asked.
Bluepaw shrugged. "I dunno. I must've heard it somewhere. That's not the point, though," snipped Bluepaw, annoyed. "There's something about her that's different."
"I agree. Today, she seems to have changed." Frostfoot's eyes glazed. "Come on, let's go around the territories."