easier to beg forgiveness than to ask permission (c)

Okay, so, maybe Goldenpaw wasn’t supposed to be up here, but she could see really really far from her perch on the Tallrock, and Tallpaw was out of camp, so there really wasn’t anyone to stop her. Most cats were out hunting anyways, like she’d been wayyyy too early this morning, so camp was pretty much empty, and she could see everyone coming anyways, and- and stuff.

The wind ruffled her thick pelt, turning her eyes to ice and frosting her nose over, but the cold wouldn’t stop her. Perched on the very edge of the Tallrock, claws digging into the stone, she closed her eyes and imagined herself, stood atop it, granting some apprentice their new name. Goldenstar. Huh. That sounded about right. It also sounded kinda familiar, which, okay, maybe there had been another Goldenstar, but that was so long ago that nobody really cared, right? She’d be the best Goldenstar, anyways.

Standing atop the Tallrock like a lion overlooking her territory, the apprentice cut a somewhat comical figure, gangly and not-quite-filled-out, still awaiting the growth spurt that would turn her already large size into a force to be reckoned with. For now, however, she was just another apprentice… albeit one that was already headed for trouble.