In the auditorium, cats were lining up to become Tansy's successor. A brown she-cat was now behind the fourth cat in line.

Cinderpelt pulled out a fresh sheet of notebook paper and looked up. "Oh, hi Cloudtail. Any experience?"

"Er, no, but, I'm sure I'll do fine," he replied.

"Sorry, Cloudtail, but you've gotta have at least some experience before you film one of ClanTV's shows."

"Mouse-dung. Oh, well."

"Next!" She looked up. "Oh, no. You're not gonna be my camera cat! Get out!"

"Oh, c'mon, I've still only got nine hundred ninety-five thousand more hours of community service! Please?" The cat pleaded with the please-let-me-do-this pupy dog eyes.

"NO! Get out, Brokenstar! You think I'd let someone that kitnapped me and my siblings is going to work for me? Stormfur! Midnight! Make him a contestant." Brokenstar gulped as the two carried him behind the curtain. "Hey, did you two ever let Breezepelt out of that little room?"

"Yes. We turn him in to Firestar's Police Station," Midnight explained, "He in Mental Facility now."

"Good. Next!" She looked up and was confused. "Name?"

"Husker," the cat answered.

"Ah. Any experience?"

"Er, well, I take minor photography lessons. And I film awesome videos."

"Age?"

"Twelve and a half seasons."

Cinderpelt put his sheet in a pile and grabbed a fresh one. "Next! Name?"

"B-brownpaw."

"Sorry, but we don't do apprentices."

"Oh, come on! I'll be a warrior by next week!"

"Fine. Any experience?"

"Yes, actually. I was an intern for the news station, and sometimes I got to film."

"Age?"

"Four seasons and one moon tomorrow."

Cinderpelt nodded her head and put Brownpaw's sheet in a smaller pile. The consideration pile! "Next!"

Brownpaw walked out of the auditorium, her eyes filled with triumph. I might be the next camera cat!

.:.:.:.

Later that day, just as Brownpaw was finishing her sunhigh meal, she was called.

"Hello?" She asked to the other end.

"Hi, Brownpaw!" It was Mistystar at the other end. "I need you to be at the studio before 2:30. Can you do that?"

"Sure! Thanks for telling me!"

"Alright. Bye!"

Brownpaw couldn't believe what she just heard. I must've been chosen!

When she got to the auditorium, it was only her, Cinderpelt, and Mistystar.

"Where are Stormfur and Midnight?" She asked.

"Tending to the hostages," Cinderpelt answered.

"Ah."

"So, well, by next week you'l be a warrior?"

"I should be."

"Well, We've still got Tansy here, just in case. You were chosen from the consideration pile, so you're her successor! She'll tell you how to do everything you need to know. You'll be great."

Tansy came to Brownpaw. "So, well, I'm sure you know this is the camera. It's a good idea to wipe it off with this before the show starts. It takes off dust, pawprints, any small object that somehow gets on it. Here," Tansy threw her a green cloth. "I think you know what do do otherwise with the camera. keep it steady, and on Cinderpelt and the three toms. But if one of them is being dragged offstage, make the camera follow that instead. And only to the audience is it live. the show actually airs about thirty minutes after we film it. That way we can, er, censor it. Mistystar does that, though. At the end, turn the camera to you, do a small wrap-up of that episode, and then say who's being interviewed, and what it's about. Cinderpelt will teach you the rest of your duties. Think you got it?"

"I-I think so," Brownpaw said.

"Good. I'll watch next week's episode. Cinderpelt! She's ready for the other stuff!"

Cinderpelt went step-by-step to teach Brownpaw everything she needed to know. I will be a worthy successor of Tansy.

Okay guys. Stuff you'll need to know:
I'm running out of interview stuff! When you're posting toms, post interview ideas!
I'm also running out of places for toms to take Cinderpelt! Send those in, to!
DON'T send in Ashfur, unless it's the ShadowClan elder from Into the Wild. If you send in that Ashfur, behind his name, put(SC).
DO send in Brokenstar! I'm looking forward to seing him on the next episode!