Mist's Light wasn't ready. Her grandmother was standing on the highrock one last time. She knew that she was going to be the next leader. Her grandmother had told her. Why me? She wondered. "All wolves old enough to catch their own prey, gather here beneath the highrock for a tribe meeting!" SmokeStar howled, her voice sounding old and frail. "My time has come..." She began. "For me to chose a new leader. I know that my time will end soon, and so now I will chose the leader who I see fit." Her grandmother's gaze scanned the wolves below her, before her light blue eyes rested on Mist's Light. "Mist's Light will be the next leader" She howled, smiling. Mist's Light could hear wolves howling in happiness and congratulations, but she didn't pay attention. How am I supposed to lead? I-I can't even help command my hunting party! As much as she wanted to run and hide in the Warrior's Den, she stood tall and held a steady gaze. She dipped her head in acceptance, feeling the pressure of being leader weighing down on her already. SmokeStar walked down to her, and nudged her gently. "You'll be a great leader." She whispered, then walked off. I hope so.