A beautiful, dark ginger she-cat with amber blended naturally into her fur walked silently through the foggy forest, barely making a sound. Her pearl-like turquoise eyes illuminated in the dim light, giving them the sense of glowing. She was a powerful cat, a leader, a goddess. She led her clan with an iron paw, controlling and strict. Nightclan had no religion as of late but some of her subjects still worshipped Starclan. Flamingstar worshipped no one. She relied on herself and only herself. She wished the rest of her clan would worship her just as they did Starclan. She provided her clan with safety and protection. She deserved to be worshipped. Perhaps if she told her clan that she was a goddess, they would believe her...but how would she do that? She couldn't stage a sign because the sign would have to come from somewhere. She would have to convince them.
She had been so deep in thought, plotting out the way she would become Nightclan's new deity, she hadn't paid attention to the cat she almost bumped into.