There was a sense of loss, of raw regret in her throat as she trekked towards the waterfall.   There had been so much loss, so much going wrong, and here she was, going to get her nine lives, stepping up to take over her Clan.  Was it really right?  Would she really do well?  True, the once-deputy was terribly practical, and was completely devoted to her Clan.  She would do whatever it took to make them whole, to make sure all was well.

Shaking out her dark fur, she looked up at the Falls as they rose before her.  It would be alright.  It would be fine.  She could do that, could make it work.   She was going to be Nightstar soon, and the thought was daunting to say the least, but the she-cat would do what she could, make sure she did RIGHT by the clan . They deserved as much.  Deserved a Leader who believed in them as she believed in her own ability.

Right now, perhaps, she was questioning things, but it would all come out well in the end, Starclan willing.  The sound of the roaring water was somehow reassuring as the dark-furred femme let her paws lead her through the entrance.  Soon now.  Soon, she'd be receiving her Nine Lives.  Soon, she'd be stepping up as Nightstar.  There was a life to live, and others who would depend on her.  Whether she felt ready or not?  It was time.