Chapter Three : The Deputy

      Burnetstar's limbs ached by the time he and Wasptail had arrived back in camp, sunrise light filling the bracken-walled area. Before the ginger tabby could even make his way over to his den for a quick nap, a young warrior, Dartingshade, ran up to him. The dark, dark russet tabby's eyes were bright, and Burnetstar wasn't sure if he wanted to claw the young cat or listen to him.

      "Burnetstar...! I know you're busy, and probably tired but...," he swallowed, his whiskers twitching, "I just.. I need to know about when you're picking deputy. I know you're *probably* not one for tradition, but someone has to keep the clan running when you can't--"

      >> cuff him around the ears. This kid thinks he can talk to you like that--!
      >> He's right, you do need a deputy... Hear him out.