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"Mistlestar?" Mistlestar opened her eyes. StarClan's grounds stretched in front of her. A white she-cat stood in front of her. "Moonhigh is drawing near," the StarClan cat said.
"I know." Mistlestar sighed.
"I was a deputy of BriarClan a long time ago. My name is Froststrike."
"Oh, I remember! There were stories about you!" Mistlestar exclaimed. "You defeated the rogue Clan that tried to invade!"
"DarkClan, yes. Those were terrible times. If Deepriver wasn't deputy…" she shuddered. "What I'm trying to say is, you must have a strong, dependable deputy. Use your heart, but make sure that your mind gets a say, too."
Mistlestar nodded respectfully. "Alright."
"I'll leave you to decide," Froststrike conceded. She shimmered for a moment and then her starry image disappeared. Mistlestar padded over to a small blue pool. When she gazed into it, faces flashed on the liquid. All the possible warriors who could become the new deputy, and leader later on. The water stopped on one cat. Mistlestar took a deep breath. She touched the pool delicately with her paw and the water ripples covered the new deputy's face.
"That's him," she whispered.
"What?" A voice interrupted her dream.
"Oh, Tanglefoot," she remarked.
"It's moonhigh," he purred. "Decided?"
"Yes, thanks for getting me." Mistlestar got to her paws and left her den. She lept onto Pebble Hill. White moonlight lit up the mound of stones. "StreamClan!" her meow reverberated through the camp.
Cats sleepily slid out of their dens, and some began washing their pelts drowsily. "It is time to choose a deputy!" she said. The cats perked up and puffed out their chests, all hoping to be the second in command. "I say these words before StarClan, that the spirits of our warrior ancestors should hear and approve my choice. The new deputy of StreamClan is…"
THE END