Forgot a little detail.

As Deputy

"Fireheart!" an apprentice, Ashpaw, yowled outside the nursery. The white pawed warrior paused. Redkit tumble off him, rolling into Willowpelt's nest. Willowpelt nodded to him. Nightfrost nodded in thanks and nudged Redkit to the queen's kits.

Redkit mewed, pawing his nose. "Bye, Nightfrost."

The welcoming cats surrounded his brother, his green eyes exhausted. Nightfrost stayed in the back with Whitestorm. The deputy-no-leader, caught their eyes and padded to them as the cats dispersed.

"How are things in camp, Whitestorm, Nightfrost?" Firestar asked. "Was there any trouble while I was away?"

"Not a thing," his friend reported. "We've patrolled the whole territory, and there's no sign of dogs or of Shadowclan."

"Good," Firestar mewed, glancing a the restocked fresh-kill pile. "I see some cats have been hunting."

"Sandstorm took a patrol out. Mousefur put the apprentices to work." Nightfrost replied. "Bramblepaw is a skillful hunter. He brought so much prey I lost count."

"Good." Firestar repeated. His ear flicked with uncertainty. As a new leader or about his apprentice, Nightfrost did not know. Whitestorm padded away as he lean in.

"Whether you be a warrior, a deputy, a leader or any other cat, you'll always be my brother."

Firestar blinked, and nodded to him as Yellowfang padded to the leader.

The moon rose high in the sky. Several of the clan paced among the ferns. There was rustle of leaves from the leader's den as Firestar padded out. He flicked his tail, greeting both his brother and his love but did not pad to them. Instead, Firestar sprang onto the Highrock and yowled. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!"

Nightfrost padded to his friend with Yellowfang as Firestar started.

"The time has come to appoint a new deputy." Firestar paused a bit with eyes narrowed, as if sensing some cat next to him. "I say these words before Starclan," he continued,"that the spirits of our ancestors may hear and approve my choice...Nightfrost will be the new deputy of Thunderclan."

Nightfrost paused in shock, he never thought of being in command of a group again. He rose to his paws and dipped his head, not to Firestar alone but to the whole clan.

"Cats of Thunderclan, I have never expected to be given this..." The black tom hesitated at the word. "...honor. I will serve you all as long as I could."

A mixture yowls and purrs fill the air and many of the clan press around to congratulate him. Whitestorm purred beside his friend, nudging him.

"You're a deputy, Nightfrost."

Nightfrost blinked. "Yes...I am a deputy."

The black tom looked down in wonder. His time spent in the clan had help him bond with them. But...did he really deserve this position? After all he had done to Bloodclan? He let out a sign. Whether he deserve it or not, he would definitely do all he can, not making the same mistakes he had in creating Bloodclan. And if Bloodclan had come back, he will definitely do something about them, though he isn't sure what he will have do. Disbanding it clearly didn't help.

Firestar watched from the Highrock, remembering the prophecy. He remembered the pile of bones and the blood lapping his paws. Most of all, however, he remember the icy-blue eyes of his brother, staring from the darkness behind the bones, where the blood had flow from.

Four will become two. Lion and Tiger will meet in battle, and blood will rule the forest. When all ends, the panther shall return.

At the end of the prophecy, the eyes turned its gaze away as it turned away from him.

Soooo...I'm back?