Viperpaw of ShadowClan
I stand rigid, staring up at this huge tomcat. I feel my ears flatten against my head involuntarily. Are we in trouble? Did we do something wrong? What is he going to do with us?
I glace over at Windpaw and Owlpaw to see their reactions. Their faces appear shocked, probably mirroring my own. Owlpaw has a suspicious glint in his green eyes. “Aren’t you the RiverClan deputy?” he boldly inquires.
The massive tabby nods. “I am.” His expression is very calm and kind. It relaxes me a bit. He jerks his head in the direction of a large holly bush at the edge of the clearing, beckoning us with his tail. Windpaw takes a hesitant step forward, and Owlpaw falls in beside him. I slowly trail along behind. The RiverClan deputy ducks underneath the spiky branches of the holly and sits down with his tail wrapped around his paws.
“Now, in case you don’t know already, my name is Beechnose. As I am the deputy of RiverClan, it is of utte