I would have been fine as the Second-In-Command. I wanted power, sure, but I didn't ask to be leader. In fact, I was fine being by the side of the Second-In Command. Why did this burden fall upon me? I can't abandon the ideals I'd been raised on, but why must I be the one to keep them alive?
BoneClan. I was born and raised in BoneClan. When I was young, our first leader, Owl had fallen. He was a weakling, that was the first thing I learned as an apprentice. And it was because of what he stood for. The strong killed, and sought to either destroy, or conquer their enemies. I would have followed our new leader to the ends of the earth, I was probably his most loyal follower.
There was only one cat I loved more than our new leader. She waa a moon my elder, another apprentice-aged cat. Her name had been Brambles then. Although, she was such a scrappy cat that she later became known as Scars. Even with her pelt marred with scars, she was beautiful.
Our beloved leader favored Scars more than anyone else. Soon, she was his Second-In-Command. I was her mate by then, although I was sure our leader would rather have been in my position. He had any she-cat he wanted, except Scars. As loyal as Scars and myself were, we would never break our own love for him.
Our leader left me in charge of a lot. I was one of the ones who kept his enemies in line, or else death to them. All the clan were either loyal, or afraid. Whatever it took to keep them from leaving...or rising against him.
Then our empire began to die. A she-cat named Serpent (Oh how I hope she suffered!), bred a pair of kits that had the dreaded plague from my kit-hood. Some many of our leaders most loyal cats died from it. Soon our leader himself became a victim of it.
Scars took over with me at her side. She worked efficently to rebuild the clan after the diasaster. Serpent was put to death, torn apart. While Fang missed his old leader, he didn't mind ruling BoneClan with Scars. If only he knew that she was slowly dying of the plague...
The worst moment of Fang's life was when his mate fell from the broken tree. She had been to weak to stay up there. The plague had also, made her to weak to recover from her injuries. As soon as she was dead Fang was alone, he was the one who had to keep his old leader's legacy afloat. It was now his duty to keep order in BoneClan while destroying the forest cats.
His rule was harsh. Immediately, he laid down rules, strict rules. His grief was so bad he didn't know what else to do at the time. It later turned to mutiny. Most of the cats left, leaving BoneClan a mere group of rogues.
BoneClan was only made up of only his Second-In-Command, his last daughter, two other cats, and himself. Five cats. It seemed as though BoneClan was done for. No, he just couldn't let that happen! He couldn't watch everything he'd love die! But it seemed as though this was about to.
His beloved leader was killed. His mate was killed. Two of his kits were killed. And now it seemed as though his clan had been killed. Fang would do anything to keep BoneClan alive...