Motivation is a rarity in the clans. Although every cat is fueled with their own ambitions, no one but her has experienced it in its true form. With a fresh ache in her heart and limbs numb to the cold, she stepped out into the clearing and beheld her new destiny. It was a beautiful day, to say the least. Soft auburn light flooded into the trees, turning their leaves an ombre of citrus and ruby. The grass was gloriously soft beneath her paws, like a new moss bed. Inhaling sharply, she strode cautiously out into the trees, her ears pricked for any sign of her clanmates. Thankfully, there was no one to be seen, and she was able to perform the deed. A sharp rock was secured between her paws, and with it, she began to slowly cut away everything that she didn't deserve.