Chapter 3

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"Rigidgaze is dead!" A call broke into the silence of the morning. Cats emerged from their dens wiht alarmed expressions, wondering how and why the deputy had died. Oakstar was sitting agitatedly on his rock, tail lashing. "Today, our noble deputy Rigidgaze has succumbed to the sickness that has plagued him over the moons, and has been sent to starclan, due to our medicine cats' lack of herbs." He paused for a moment, giving the clan time to process the information. Mudpaw winced, glancing at Sunshatter. It had been their assignment to gather herbs, but instead they had been invading windclan territory. Or, well, 'visiting', as his mentor called it. 

After the chatter had subsided, the dark brown leader continued. "I would love to give the clan time to grieve him more, but as code says, I must name a new deputy." He lowered his head in sorrow, and the clan murmured guesses on who it would be, something Mudpaw wondered himself. He hoped it would be Sunshatter. His wise, calico mentor always knew what to do. The big brown leader raised his head, "I have seen potential in Sunshatter, therefore he will take his mentor, Rigidgaze's place in the highrock as deputy."  He waited for the clamor and murmurs to die down, then continued. "Stormpaw has recently been named Stormwhisker by Splashstorm and we congratulate them." Sunshatter didn't cheer, but Mudpaw did. After all, Stormwhisker was Sunshatter's brother. He deserved the name just as much he did. 

He realised this was a treacherous thought. He noticed Owlbranch cheering and cut off his sound deliberately, earning an approving glance form Sunshatter. The calico Tom's eyes were shining, and all in an instant Mudpaw remembered what her most admired about his mentor. That confident attitude, Mudpaw wished he could be that sure of himself. Sunshatter would never plan a sneak-in-the-dark murder. Not like... himself. He shook himself off uneasily. "You ok?" His mentor asked. "You don't seem to happy." Mudpaw straightened up, eager to impress his friend. "I'm fine! Can we go hunting?" The calico shrugged. "If you say so." And they both set off out into the marshland.

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