The sun hits my eyes, making me squint, when I come out the nursery. My white fur is sleek and clean thanks to my mother, although her rough tongue should go easier on me.
I watch the Clan leader, with his muscles rippling through his black fur, as he walked out his den. I have made myself a promise: I was going to be the best leader ShadowClan ever had. I will be in nursery tales, known as Whitestar, the legendary leader of ShadowClan. I will lead through the harshest leaf-bare, and will thrive in the best of green-leaf. You may scoff at me now, a small five moon old kit, but in a few days, five to be exact, I'll be an apprentice.
One rank higher in the Clan.
My mother thinks this will all pass. My father thinks I'll never make it. My sister thinks I'm joking and just playing.
I will prove them wrong.
*time skip*
The Clan chants my warrior name. "Whiteleaf! Whiteleaf!", they cry. I have been the best apprentice, always getting the most prey, always passing my assessments. And now, I'll will be the best warrior. I know some cats only chant because they feel like they have to; my sister is still an apprentice. My mother thinks I am unmerciful and harsh. My father, who has finally realized that I was serious, has helped me in my journey to become leader.
He told me, although he may not seem like it, that the leader is old.
Perfect.
He shall be older and near his death sooner or later. When that time comes, I will be deputy. He will not regret choosing me. I will show everyone who was doubting me that I will become leader.
I will prove them wrong.
*time skip*
The Clan gathers around me, congratulating me. Season after season, I still cling onto my dream. And now, I am one step closer. One rank higher.
Deputy.
I have trained two apprentices, and had to fill in to train my sister's apprentice, as she is in the nursery. They have been spectacular warriors. They lead patrols, they catch a lot of prey. They have ambition to serve their Clan.
No competition there.
My mother remains doubtful. I have begun to hate her. She is always doubting me, telling me to give up. My sister is now supportive, and we have repaired our broken bond. She tells me I'll be an amazing leader. Other warriors are a different story. Some want to be leader, others want others to be leaders. They think I'm not ready, they think I have no compassion.
I will prove them wrong.
*time skip*
Guess my name now. It is spectacular. I have dreamt of having it, and now it is reality. I am at the entrance of my beloved camp. ShadowClan is strong, and I will make them stronger. The Clan chants my name, full of glee, as I have returned.
"Whitestar! Whitestar!"
I smile and watch them come to me and greet me. There are ones that have hated me and now they love me. Some that have always loved me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my mother, scornful and a bit surprised that I have become what I am know, and I smile a bit bigger.
I have proved them wrong.