“What am I going to do with my life?” Euphoriaflair sat at the top of the tree she had climbed with her older brother and mentor, Okraflight, gazing down at the MossClan territory. She was deep in thought, mind spinning as she addressed the question she had been dreading her whole life. She whispered it to charmself, over and over in attempt to coax an answer out of her brilliant mind. “What am I going to do with my life?” When she was a kit, the answer had been simple. Make other cats happy. As an apprentice, it would have been perform to as many cats as possible. But as a warrior? She didn’t know anymore. Flourish stared up at the starlit sky, mind still racing. “What am I going to do with my life?” She whispered the question again, repeating it like a mantra that burned through her theatric heart, until her mouth grew sore and her eyelids heavy with exhaustion and boredom. “What do I want in my life?” A new question burst out of her lips in a low hiss, making her shiver. What did she want? Well, that was easy. Revenge. But what else did charm want? What did she want for herself? Her whole life, charm had always done things for others, whether self-consciously or not. She became a performer to help others. Trained hard to make her mother proud. Promoted peace to prove herself to the clan. Swore revenge to protect her brother’s legacy. But what did she want, when all other cats wants and needs were simply a figment of her imagination? A new voice spring up in the back if her mind, strong, low, and vengeful. “Power,” it hissed, moving aria’s jaws with it. “Power is what I want.” It all clicked into place. She wanted this so badly- no, /needed it/. She needed to manipulate, to control, to rule over every cat in all three clans more than she needed to eat, drink or sleep. The voice hissed another sentence through ria’s mouth. “The whole world?” She scoffed at herself. “Let’s just set our sights on one clan, showgirl.” An image popped into her mind. The FlurryClan highranks, weak and aging, barely managing to present themselves at the gathering. Yes. She would go to FlurryClan. She would wait, build influence, and then be made deputy, and then leader, and then rule over the clan, turning it into every performer’s dream stage. And then, finally, finally, she would be content.
