Flame'Fur mini monologue

The news of the dead deputy was evidently a sad thing. The clan loved the old feline, and they all knew that he would have been a great leader. But the chance of becoming deputy herself outweighed any sadness she may have felt for the dead. Flame’Fur knew she was the perfect choice, and so did the rest of the clan. She was strong, ambitious, cunning, and arguably the best hunter in the clan. She had already had 2 mentors, which is 2 more than most of the warriors her age, and she was also one of the eldest of the young warriors. Of course, there was numerous other cats it could be given to, but no one had Flame’Furs determination and willingness to lead. Thistle’Brush was too lazy to do anything productive, the older warriors were just that, old, and the..others... were barely able to think for themselves, let alone an entire clan. No, Flame’Fur had decided, she was obviously the only choice.