(None of this is canon within the forum.)
Goldenice stared out across the bare lands of BrokenClan's territory, her eyes filled with curiosity. Her amber eyes laced with an icy blue grazed across the grassy moor until her attention was interrupted by Nightclaw. "Goldenice! Come on. You're coming hunting with us." She turned to see Nightclaw standing in front of two other cats, a dark brown tabby she-cat with grassy green eyes named Flintpelt and a small black tom with gray eyes named Oaklog. She stood and began padding towards the group, her eyes sparkling with the thought of being across the moorland again.
Once she had reached the group, they turned and headed out, the pale gray tabby with bright green eyes known as Nightclaw in the lead. The land around them had hardly any hiding space, allowing them to keep sight of possible enemies easily but it also didn't help them hide from prey. Though, that didn't matter in the slightest as the cats of BrokenClan were experts on this terrain in which they called home.
Not too far off, Goldenice scented a thrush and immediately began stalking towards it. Once she had it in sight, she pounced and quickly killed it. As she continued on hunting, she noticed how far she had wandered from the rest of the group. She began to turn to head back to the group until she felt a sudden tug in her chest in the opposite direction of the lands beyond the territory. She looked back to see the other three cats of her clan beginning to gather and what appeared to be them searching for her.
She ignored their searching eyes, not noticing as one began to run towards her. She scented the edge of the territory, her gold and blue laced eyes glittering with excitement as she placed a single paw over the boundary. Before she could go any farther, she heard a vicious yowl from someone behind her. She turned to look behind her only to see Flintpelt charging towards her until she was right on top of Goldenice, her breath harsh against the smaller she-cat's skin as a growl rumbled low in her throat. "And what do you think you're doing."
All Goldenice could do was look up at her clan mate fearfully, silenced due to panic. The larger brown tabby she-cat clawed and bit at the smaller calico she-cat until Goldenice was immobilized for a short time. At that point, she felt her surroundings become numb as she could hardly feel that she was being picked up and dragged across the ragged landscape.
It felt like it had been moons until Goldenice felt her breath become knocked out of her after having been tossed gruffly to the ground. Her blurry vision looked up in front of her where she could see the leader of her clan, a vicious looking white tabby tom with horrifying green eyes. Whitestar, the leader, raised his head further in a show of rage and power as he spoke in a threatening growl. "Flintpelt has told me what you attempted to do, traitor. You have clearly shown you can no longer be trusted, and thus, as the proper punishment, you must be killed."
She looked up at him with terror in her eyes as she curled into a ball. "Please. Let me live. Let me stay. I promise that I won't try to wander off again." Despite her attempt to reason with the bitter leader, in which he refused, she bent to a last resort in which she quickly leaped towards him and killed Whitestar in a single bite to the neck. Everyone around her seemed to back away with anxiety glistening in their eyes, Goldenice's maw dripping with the fresh crimson blood of the previous leader. She curled her lips into a wicked smile as she felt a sudden surge of power engulf her like a flame throughout a forest. "Everyone bow to me, you're new leader, Goldenstar!" Everyone did as she asked as the overwhelming amount of power seemed to curl in her blood.
Her smile grew wider as she saw her fellow clan mates cower in fear before her eyes landed on Flintpelt. "You. You, Flintpelt, tried to get me killed, and I think that I should do the same for you. Just. . . as a way of sharing my emotions of inevitable doom with you." The larger she-cat cowered in fear even more, her tail curled tightly around her frame as the blood covered she-cat now known as Goldenstar padded towards her slowly. "But. . . I will show you mercy. Something that Whitestar, as you saw, didn't show me." With tears in her eyes, Flintpelt looked up at her new leader, a hint of hope and fresh loyalty burning deep within. Goldenstar bent down and pressed her muzzle to the larger she-cat's pelt, a sudden urge to protect the clan unlike any other slowly trickling into her blood.
She turned and looked towards her clan after she had wiped the blood from her face and her golden and blue eyes looked out across the group. "From now on, I, Goldenstar, will show all of you mercy by giving you all second chances in life. Whatever mistakes you may make, I will forgive you for them with time. As long as you remain loyal to BrokenClan, that is." She leaped onto the large boulder that Whitestorm used to address the clan, her eyes fierce and powerful like his had been, though with far more balance in them. "But, that does not mean that I will go soft on you! Just because I show some restraint in murder doesn't mean that I won't do it." At this, the rest of the clan bowed once again, clearly trying to do their best to stay on the new leader's good side and succeeding by the way her eyes glittered with amusement.
But, after a few moons of ruling over her new clan, Goldenstar returned to her previous state of wishing for adventure. She let out a long sigh as she leaped onto the boulder and looked around at her clan as she debated whether she should stay or not. "I could feel the wind constantly blowing across my fur, or I could stay and make this clan stronger than it has ever been before. Do I remain loyal but trapped, or do I go free but alone?"
She let out a tired sigh as she watched Flintpelt pad towards her and speak up rather nervously. "Goldenstar? What's the matter?" The calico leader looked down, her eyes hostile for a minute before she turned her golden blue gaze to a melted softness. "No. . . I am unsure as to whether I should stay and continue leading you or if I should leave and go on an adventure." The midnight brown she-cat before her looked shocked for a second before her gaze transformed into a thoughtfulness. After a few quiet seconds with nothing but the surrounding cats muttering in low voices and the curl of the wind swarming around Goldenstar's ears before the she-cat in front of her spoke up. "Well. . . the clan needs you. You've turned into the greatest leader any of the clans have ever seen. DarkClan and GrimClan fear BrokenClan now. Where would we be without you? Back at square one where we feared our leader rather than praised her?"
Goldenstar narrowed her eyes even farther, causing Flintpelt to crouch low to the ground fearfully. She closed her gold blue eyes, her head rising some before she let out a deep breath and opened her eyes to glare down towards the she-cat that was low to the ground. "You're right, Flintpelt. Because of me, I have made this clan more powerful than it ever has been. I will stay." She leaped down in front of the brown tabby as she began to stand up slowly and nervously. She smiled towards the grass eyed she-cat before speaking in a far softer and friendlier voice. "Thank you, Flintpelt. You are an honorable cat, and one of my closest senior warriors. If I decide not to have kits, you will be next in line to be leader."
