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He was no longer Sparrowkit.

In the young tom’s mind, he was Sparrowstar, the honourable leader of Stoneclan; He was wise in his choices, beloved by his clan, and feared by all enemies who dared threatened them. 

Sparrowstar was a large tom, muscular and strong. Sparrowkit had been a runty kit for the longest time, skinny and sickly, and it was only recently that he’d began to gain some substance to his build, a trend he was sure would continue until he reached the perfect image his mind beheld. Sparrowstar was swift as the wind, strong as an ox, silent as an owl, and powerful as an oncoming storm. In battle his eyes would shine bright like the eyes of a monster, terrifying all who stood against him. He would never have to kill another cat – noble leaders never did – for he would simply frighten them away. All would live in peace and harmony under Sparrowstar’s reign.

He pictured himself at the top of the Jagged Overhang instead of seated beneath it as he was now. In his mind’s eyes he was gazing across the faces of his clanmates. But what was this? There! At the camp entrance! There was a rustling in the bushes and a bright bushy tail just visible above it. A fox! Threating his clan!

Sparrowkit charged at his imaginary enemy, letting out a vicious growl, which in actuality sounded like the light grumblings of a kit. “Get out of here, fox! Or you’ll have to face me!” He swatting and sprang, bounced and bowed about the clearing, circling and striking at his invisible foe, his brilliant blue eyes alive with excitements.