All That Glitters Is Not Gold:
"Fox!" Littlepaw gasped, panting. The under-sized apprentice scrambled through the camp entrance, staggering to a halt, and stared at Firestorm.
Firestorm rolled his eyes. As clan deputy, he would take care of everything. "Well, I'm here, so nothing's going to go wrong," he told the apprentice, turning to the warriors as they quickly gathered. "Okay," he began. "I'm going to go fight the fox and save the clan. You guys continue with normal warriors duties."
He felt a wave anger as Redfeather's eyes narrowed and the russet-and-brown tom shared an exasperated glance with Sundapple. The golden tabby she-cat stepped forwards after a moment, amber eyes flaring with annoyance. "You can't fight off a fox by yourself, Firestorm!" she snapped. "Let Redfeather and I come with you!"
Shaking his head, Firestorm's pelt bristled. That was a direct challenge to his authority! "I'm perfectly fine, Sundapple," he replied hotly, thrusting his nose into the air. His tail lashed. "Besides, your just a warrior."
A few mutinous growls sounded but Firestorm didn't bother snap out another sentence or two. Those mouse hearts just better have completed their hunting patrols by the time I'm back! He thought to himself, heading out of camp.
...
"Featherstar-" cried out Redfeather, drawing her head back out from the leader's den.
The clan medicine cat, Icewing, trotted out, head drooping. "-Is dead!" she finished with a wail.
As the clan let out grief-stricken yowls, Sundapple and Pinestorm followed the medicine cat out, carrying Featherstar between the two of them. Firestorm shoved his way through the clan, grabbing Featherstar's scruff and slinging the former leader roughly over his back. "I'll carry her," he mewed gruffly. "Your paws are dirty."
"Firestorm, we need to go to the moon pool so that you me receive your nine lives," Icewing announced. "Give Featherstar back to them."
"No!" Firestorm retorted. "I'm leader now! You should be calling me Firestar!" I will be the best leader ever!
...
Firestar trudged back into camp from the long journey to the moon pool and back. He was now the official leader of ThunderClan, with a whole set of nine glorious lives stretching before him! Sootcloud and Sundapple glanced at him.
"What do you want us to do, Firestar?" Sootcloud asked resentfully.
"I-" Firestar froze. He had always assumed he would know exactly what to do with ThunderClan once he became leader, but now... Fur bristling, he flattened his ears, glaring at Sootcloud. "That's high-class information!" he snapped. "Go ask the deputy what patrol you're on already!"
Sootcloud narrowed his eyes but didn't respond, instead slinking off towards the warriors den.
"I said talk with the deputy!" Firestar yowled after him.
A paw poked his shoulder. Firestar spun around, only to face Icewing, who's blue eyes gleamed. "Firestar," she mewed softly, looking slightly embarrassed and faintly amused. "Firestar, you haven't appointed a deputy yet!"
Firestar narrowed his eyes. "I know that!" he growled, storming off.
What do I do with ThunderClan?! He cried eternally. I'm leader; what do I do?!
Panting and slightly panicky, he trudged into the leader's den, now his den, and collapsed in the stale mossy nest.