Deputy Thoughts

[Flamefur]

Rowanstar sat on a tree branch about three fox lengths away from the camp. He looked out at the clearing and watched the warriors. Crowfur was yawning and heading out to hunt. Streamfrost was picking out a juicy mouse from the fresh kill pile. Icefire was flexing his claws and heading out to make his dirt. The dark brown tabby sighed.
He needed to pick one of them to be deputy.
Rowanstar flicked his gaze over the cats. He needed to choose one of them, but it would be difficult. The tabby tom shook his head and leaped out of the tree, padding to the fresh kill pile for a bite to eat.

[Rainy]

Streamfrost's saw her leader's multi-colored fur padding toward the high fresh kill pile. "Hello Rowanstar." She said between bites of dugging her white teeth into the mouse. Her teeth cut the mouse like a knife. She licked her chops looking at her leader. He looked like he was thinking deep about something. She decided not to ask, being deep into thought.

[Flamefur]

Rowanstar nodded a greeting to Streamfrost and looked back out over all the warriors. He considered his options and soon decided, sprinting towards the Highrock. The tabby leaped on to it without effort.

[Lunafire]

After finish in the dirtplace, Icefire noticed Rowanstar yawning, getting ready to call the clan. Icefire, out of habit, groomed a patch of fur and headed toward the rock.