impulse writing. dont look atme

"And the new deputy will be..." As Longlove listened to the fluffy red tabby speak, she noticed his gaze was on her as he finished his final say on who the Molten Colony deputy will be. She didn't think too much of it at first, until she realized the implications only a few moments later, sending her fur to spike. *They*, an inexperienced warrior who had only been made a warrior 6 moons ago, was going to be chosen. But why? There was plenty of other senior warriors who knew the colony better and were much more capable compared to the young she-cat. She hadn't even had an apprentice yet, nor did she expect one for the foreseeable future. As much as they had become close with and helped Snowypaw whenever her true mentor had given up on training the apprentice, she wouldn't call it experience by any means. Maybe Coppersun had wanted someone young and fresh to ensure that the colony would be taken care of after he passes? But he was only around 32 moons, which meant he wouldn't be passing due to old age any time soon. She had noticed his tendency to do everything in his power to take care of the colony, however. There *had* to be some good reason for this, even if she hadn't realized it yet. Or maybe she had been mistaken, and that wasn't his true intentions at all-- it didn't matter, she would find out in only a few seconds. She focused back into the real world as she then heard Coppersun continue after a period of silence. "Longlove." As the crowd of cats then erupted into cheers of her name, she suddenly felt self-aware. All eyes were on them, fully aware that they were going to take over and lead the clan after the current one. What do they think? Do they believe in Coppersun's choice, or did they, too, believe she wasn't quite ready for the role? She stared down at her paws, choosing to avoid the gazes attempting to meet her own. She'd... she'd deal with it all later. Hopefully everything would work out fine in the end.