"Today, i called this clan meeting to mourn the loss of our dearest friend, LionPelt." Said GingerStar, the leader of ThunderClan.

"He was a fierce and loyal warrior, and i am proud to call him my deputy. I was hoping he would become leader- an amazing leader at that. And i tell you now, we will avenge him. Even though it is far too soon, i must name a new deputy. I say this before the spirit of LionPelt, so he can approve my choice. The new deputy shall be.... FluffTail. Do you agree to protect this clan with your life?" Asked GingerStar.

"Yes, leader. And i assure you, when i found out who did this to LionPelt, they will wish they had never been born." Said FluffTail, with sadness lingering in her voice.

"Clan dismissed." GingerStar walked over to his close friend and crouched down, touching his nose to LionPelt's flank, for one last time. 

Meanwhile, FluffTail was stood in the middle of a crowd of cats congratulating her, but it didn't feel right. Oh, how she would give all of the past, and all of the present, just too breathe in the soft smell and talk to LionPelt again. As she wiped away the tears brimming in her eyes, she blinked a few times, embarrassed. She pushed her way out of the crowd and trotted out of camp. She had to clear her mind. Within no time, she was racing through the forest, the wind ruffling her fur. She now felt slightly better. However, FluffTail knew that the waarrior code stated that she MUST care for the clan before herself. Her own stomach was growling, but she resisted, and returned back to camp carrying three mice. They were rather scrawny, hardly a mouthful on each one, but it was leaf bare, and prey was scarce. FluffTail dumped the mice on the fresh kill pile, and trotted over to the warrior's den, carrying a chaffinch. That was dinner settled. 

FluffTail licked her lips clean of any remenants of chaffinch, before she curled up in her moss bed, and drifted off to sleep. 

She was woken up, by paws padding her on the cheek. FluffTail woke up, and yawned. She gazed at SunFur, who was stood before her, grinning.

"Come on, sleepy head. BarkPelt has just given birth to two beautiful kits!"

FluffTail stretched, and wearily followed SunFur to the kit's den. Inside was BarkPelt, curled up, suckling two tiny kits. One was a lovely bright Golden, and the other was pitch black. The kits were mewing in turn, and BarkPelt licked them both ontop of the head. 

"Aren't they beautiful?" asked BarkPelt, gazing down at her kits, as if they had been born from starclan themselves. FluffTail nodded and smiled down at the two kits. For some reason, she had a wierd feeling burning inside about the two.....