[doghouse]

Glacierheart heard Grousestar calling and padded out of hhe warrios' den and into the clearing. The brown and white mottled cat flicked her tail, wrapping it over her paws and looking up at the Skyrock. Interest sparked in the icy depths of her eyes. She made sure she was a fair distance between her and all other cats. The warrior looked up, her eyes respectful. Is he choosing a deputy? I wonder who it'll be. She thought curiously, closing her eyes for a moment, then opening them again. She eyed each cat, trying to guess who would become deputy.