Brindlepaw padded out of the Apprentices' den, her fur tingling with excitement as she heard somebody calling a meeting. That means we have a new leader! she thought, wishing she knew who it was, but edge didn't really recognize the voice much, though she knew that she'd heard it around camp a few times, and knew it to be tom and a warrior. She felt impatient to know who it was. If we've got a new leader, they must be choosing a deputy. She thought, unsurprised by this realization, she flicked her ears, solid green sightless hues glittering with the reflections of sunlight that she could only feel, and edge felt how little warmth the sun now offered as cold snow crunched under her paws as she settled down outside her den, staring without seeing towards the RiverClan leader's voice.