[Empress Of Evil]

@RedHead

“Everwalker….” A voice whispered quietly. The calico she-cat was still getting used to her new name. She was always a bit confused at first when a cat called her Everwalker. We don’t have an Everwalker in the clan, she would think, until she realised that it was her. It was confusing and strange, but she liked it. She liked knowing that all her hard work had paid off and she had finally earned her warrior name. The new warrior had been walking around with her chest puffed out proudly these past few days. She liked knowing that she no longer had to deal with apprentice duties like changing moss for the elders and now she had the power to boss the apprentices around, just like the warriors had bossed her around when she was still young. Truthfully, she didn’t exactly have the power to boss the apprentices around. Even if she was a warrior now, she had only been one for a few days and there wasn’t much of a change in terms of power. She would have to wait a bit before she had truly earned the right to boss the youngsters around.

The calico she-cat stopped daydreaming about what a great warrior she would be and looked around, searching for someone who she could boast to. She might as well boast about it and share the news while it was still fresh and important right? Hmm, who haven’t I talked to yet? She wondered, her glassy green eyes narrowing in thought as she carefully scanned the camp. Although she could easily pick anyone out of the crowd to talk to, but she wanted to find someone who she knew better than the rest. “I’ve already gushed about it to Caliaflame,” she muttered quietly, remembering how she had excitedly jumped about in her best friend’s den not too long ago. “Hemlockpaw? Nah, I can never seem to find him,” she said, speaking her thoughts aloud. “Sunscorch!” she suddenly exclaimed. Everwalker knew that she hadn’t spoken to the tom in a while and it’d be a great time to catch up now. “Sunscorch, where are you?” she said, not in a particularly loud tone. She wasn’t really trying to call for the tom, it was more of a rhetorical question. He’s probably flirting with some random she-cat, a voice in her mind quietly said. NO! And she immediately blocked out the voice, pushing it right into the back of her mind. Perhaps Sunscorch had changed since he was an apprentice. Surely he had to have right? He must’ve figured out how harmful flirting was by now. He had to.