—CURRENTLY TEMPING LAMBSTAR lambtuft.
— Lambstar stood atop the leader's rock. Gazing down at the empty clearing, she relished the moment before she called out to her clanmates. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy seeing each and every one of their faces but...it was hard, literally looking down on the people she had grown up seeing as her equals. It was difficult really to awknowledge the massive gap between her and her clan-mates when their lives were in her hands. Then of course there was that fun little wasp that constantly circled her ears, whispering sweet truths about how she didn't deserve any of them, that she'd end up being their doom and they must hate her already. Shaking her head, Lambstar reflected on how much more difficult her new rank was.
She wished she was a kid again, where the idea of being leader had been so much better than the truth.
At last, the woman called out, "All cats old enough to hunt, gather for a clan meeting!"