Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27172956-20151115215020

Harsh dawn light filters through the hole in the cliff we call the heir's den. I blink once, and I'm awake. During training, I had been made to sleep lightly. I push myself up, and jump out of the den, onto the ground. I pad over to the clearing, where other cats are chatting idly with eachother. I can hear the name of my relative Malo whispered a few times between a gaggle of she-cats. I roll my eyes and sigh. Sometimes I wish I wasn't an heir. It would be so much easier to seduce Malo and then kill him, securing leadership for myself. Sadly, as one of the heirs, I'm related to our leader in some manner. I'll have to get through him, and many other, much older, heirs before the power was mine. Then again, the others don't have my training. I smile, staring intently at the Cragstone. You better watch your back Malo, because I swear on StarClan the Syndicate will be mine!