Coming back as the leader of ShadowClan had been strange enough, but to appoint someone to the position she'd held until only a short while ago?  Even stranger.  Beneath the glimmer of the afternoon sun, Nightstar made her way from her den, having groomed her fur clean, made sure she looked absolutely presentable.   On her way to the Charred Tree, she passed Crowleap, offering a small nudge before gesturing with her head that he should follow her.  It was time.  Time to pass on the mantle.  Time to name the new deputy, as she'd been named the new leader.  Studying the Tree, Nightstar took a moment to find the best way up the thing, knowing well that the lightning-struck tree would require some grace and careful pawsteps.  After a moment, she leaped up on to a branch, her paws catching easily on to the thick bark, claws holding her in place.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Charred Tree for a clan meeting."   Her tail tucked around her dark paws, golden eyes taking in her clan with a calm gaze.  Her mind was racing, heart pumping, but it was all going to be well.  Crowleap was a strong warrior, and would help her well in the days to come.  ShadowClan needed strength, now more than ever.