Irisfrost
Irisfrost's ears pricked at Dusklion's call. The chance to become a Lionheart? Irisfrost couldn't say she wasn't interested. She had always been an ambitious cat, even if those ambitions were tucked away close to her heart, invisible to the causal eye. And she was intrigued about what the task Dusklion had set for them would be.
The warrior padded over to the group, surveying the cats that have already gathered. Plenty seemed interested; who would be invested in the role was to be seen. Many cats dreamed of power, but when receiving it buckled under the pressure. Just look at the past few leaders. Irisfrost was reliable; she could handle the role.