"Don't be afraid, ever since I met you, I knew that you would be an amazing warrior, Patchspot," a tabby tom mewed, his twisted jaw hindering his speech. "B-but I don't feel like one," the black-and-white tom mewed, twitching his tail nervously back and forth. "You are one, and you will be an amazing leader, some cats doubted you, your mate even did, but from the moment that I allowed you to join RiverClan I knew I had made the right choice." The tom coughed, and Patchspot flinched, knowing the old tom was dying. "T-thank you Crookedstar, but I've caused so much hurt." Patchspot replied.