[Estelle]

Following the soon-to-be-announced leader, Gingerfrost ducked back into camp as well. The sky had grown clearer since this morning and the sun started to rise, promising a new day. And perhaps a new day for RiverClan as well. Evidently, many cats were still sleeping as Beansprout leapt onto the Streamstone, but equally as many seemed to already have stirred awake. The tabby paused only for a moment to look up at the odd sight of Beansprout on the Streamstone, and not Snowleap or one of the past leaders; but certainly, he'd get used to it soon. The call was spoken, and Gingerfrost took that as his cue to tear his gaze away from the grey feline and take his own seat. Unlike the other meetings, Gingerfrost wasn't at the far back as he usually sat. For once, and perhaps for the first time, he actually took a seat at the base of stone, where generations of deputies before him sat, watching the clan gather. For all things dear, he could already hear the reactions from the clan - both positive and negative. He only hoped an uproar could be avoided, and that most would agree with his decision instead. He truly hoped this would go well.