The cavern was cool, a faint draft coming in from somewhere. The Shimmerpool glowed faintly in the fading moonlight, and beside it rested two cats. One was a grey-furred tom with yellow-green eyes named Quakeblast. He was the medicine cat of Meadowclan. The other was a creamy white furred she-cat with warm green eyes. Her name was Vanillastar. Quakeblast woke, and sleepily rose to his paws. His gaze drifted to his leader and after a moment he gently nudged her awake. "Vanillastar, it's time to head back to Meadowclan." He said.
The new leader slowly woke, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she stood. She stretched before turning her attention to Quakeblast. "I...I guess it's time to take up the banner."
The tom looked puzzled for a moment before he shrugged. "Whatever you say." He said.
Vanillastar sighed and led the way out of the cavern, taking a deep breath of the wonderful fresh-air. It felt wonderful to have grass underpaw again. Her paws propelled her forward as she raced across the moor, Quakeblast following as close as he could. As a medicine cat he didn't go running all over like most warriors did. Their fast pace brought them swiftly back to their clan. They slowed to a walk though as they scaled up the mountain that contained Meadowclan's camp.
     Mom had been gone for a while now. She was alright, that Swankit knew but that didn't stop her from worrying. Creamstar was one of the cats that she looked up to and now she was dead. When they held the service for her, she hadn't been able to stop herself from pushing her way in between Creamstar's family members and burying her nose in her fur. When the elders had carried her away she had broken down. Stagsoul had comforted her as best he could, but he wasn't the most experienced cat in this. If she lost Vanillaheart now she didn't know what she'd do. She slept fitfully that night, and Stagsoul had to move her to Vanillaheart's nest because she was tossing and turning, and her littermates couldn't sleep. That offered a small level of comfort.
     Swankit woke from her restless sleep, when she heard voices in camp. She got to her paws and looked around. Everyone was asleep. Scratch that, her littermates were. Stagsoul was gone from his nest. Quietly she padded out of the den and her heart rejoiced at the sight of Vanillaheart. Abandoning her sneaking she raced over to her mother squealing, "Vanillaheart your okay!"
     Vanillastar smiled lovingly at the sight of one of her kits and purred, "Of course I'm alright Swankit why wouldn't I be?"
     Quakeblast retreated to his den, quite tired from attempting to keep up with Vanillastar.
"Your mother is very hard to take down Swankit, you don't have to worry." Stagsoul explained, nuzzling his daughter. Vanillastar nodded in agreement before looking up at the Rocky Ledge. Taking a calming breath she followed the trail that Creamstar had for moons. She felt powerful standing up there. It was amazing.
     The moon blazed brightly in all of it's glory. As if wanting to give the cats sufficient light to see by. "All cats able to run across the moor and back gather under the Rocky Ledge for a clan meeting!" She called.
     Swankit watched in awe as her mother addressed the whole clan. 'She's so awesome! Everycat's listening to her.' She thought. Every cat gathered under the ledge looking up at their new leader. "I have received my nine lives from Shineclan, and I will do my best to lead this clan. I shall need a deputy to help me make sure that this clan thrives. I say this before the spirit of Creamstar and Shineclan, so that they may hear and approve of my choice! Stagsoul shall be the new deputy of Meadowclan!" She announced.
     Stagsoul seemed quite surprised but none the less responded, "I'd be honored to be Meadowclan's deputy. I accept."
The gathered cats cheered, "Stagsoul, Stagsoul!" Swankit smiled happily, before a wave of drowsiness hit her.
     "Now everyone get some rest, tomorrows a new day." Vanillastar said, before leaping down from the Rocky Ledge. The clan dispersed, heading to their separate dens. Stagsoul gently grabbed his sleepy daughters scruff and padded alongside Vanillastar to the deputy den. Vanillastar would move to the leaders den tomorrow. Gently he laid her down with her littermates. The clan slept, and Meadowclan was at peace.