Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27172956-20151120234835

The sun was going down, as the four she-cats padded back to camp. They had caught enough, Malo should be pleased. The sun warmed Ambrosia's wet back, drying her fur. I'd love to find the cats who trained me and thank them someday, she thought, until something disturbing occured to her.

She had no idea who her trainers were.

In fact, she really didn't remember much of anything, up until a certain point. All she could remember of her kithood was training and studying, day in and day out, and the voices thst must have belonged to her mentors. You will lead this Syndicate, they had whispered. '' You will be the greatest leader anyone has ever seen, and ever will see. Your name will go down in history. ''

It puzzled Ambrosia, why she seemed to be the only heir with such a past. For example, Torrance was a master strategist the, on par with herself, but his physical skills were lacking. Some of the other heirs are impossibly strong. Some are cunning. Some are simply empty-headed butterflies, trapped in a cage. Some had bodyguards. Some were mere kits.

Then another, possibly more disturbing thought popped into existence. ''You think yourself smart, Ambrosia, then why do you follow the life laid out for you, like a dog? ''

Ambrosia almost stopped dead in her tracks. She could NOT allow herself to think such things. She MUST become leader. It was her role, her niche. She had to do it, because it was what she was made for. She was born to rule, to conquer, or to die trying.

But it got Ambrosia thinking. Not about the terrible, absolutely horrible thought of not trying to become leader, but rather what she might do after. If, no, not if. When she got to the top, there was still more. More power, more land, just more. BlogClan, MarshClan, the Tribe, once she lead the Syndicate, she could conquer them all, and bring about a new era!

An era of rebirth.

The idea was childish, foolish, almost naive. But Ambrosia could do it. Her mind was spinning in all directions. She would need to kick her plans into overdrive, starting with taking down Torrance, and soon.