Random windclan rp

Ferretstar: “Cats who run across the moors, gather beneath the tall rock for a clan meeting.” He’d yowl into the clearing. As cats gathered below you sat in a comfortable, fairly-distant spot. Ferretstar: “as you know, our deputy, smokewhisper has died, due to an unknown cause.” He started. Ferretstar: “I will call on a warrior that can take his place, our medicine cat, springtail has helped me pick the right cat for the job,” he looked over at you. “(Ur name) Please step forward.”