- This was origianlly posted (by me) on wattapod in 2017 but i decided to bring it to this website too because its realy good! enjoy! -
Walking against the wind was a difficult task on it's own. Firestar knew that, but was up for the challenge. Convinced from the birth of his two daughters, Leafkit and Squirrelkit. He knew that he wouldn't take it anymore. They were failures in life, and he didn't need anymore failures in his failing clan.
His green eyes stared at the mountain. He blinked, keeping his eyes shut for a while. A tear streamed down his orange fur.
"This is it." He meowed, taking a large breath in with his mouth. "I am to become a she-cat. One who cannot bear Sandstorm's troubled kits." Stars twinkled above the moonstone. They were accepting his decision.
Firestar walked into the cave, a moist feeling dampening his pelt. His eyes drifted to a beautiful large blue stone standing tall in the center of the cave. He smirked, ready for his favorite thing about visiting the moonstone. Firestar stood on his hind paws, wiggling his front paws in the air.
"Hoola hoola Ooga ooga! Staaaarclan Staaaarclan! Let me in so we can sing! Hoola hoola Ooga ooga! All my friends who are long dead I request to visit you again! Staaaaarclan my friends please let me in!" He chanted as he circled the stone. It's glowing embrace shone brighter than before his chant. He licked his lips. "Thank you Starclan." He meowed before pressing his damp nose against the stone and falling into his sleep.
"Firestar!" The cats shouted when he awoke. They hugged him strongly.
"We missed you so much!"
"How are the kits?"
"Can we sing our song with you?"
Firestar silenced them with a raise of his right paw. "I will be able to answer all your questions later, for now I have an appointment with some cats." Starclan pouted.
"Oh Firestar, pleasee!" They moaned.
The ginger tom glared at the whiny starclan cats. He trotted off into the cloudy ground, in search for his destination. A she-cat caught his eye.
"Hey! You're the she cat who's preforming my surgery!" He yowled after her.
She nodded. "I am in fact, lets proceed." They walked to a room where there was a large pair of scissors and a drill. "Firestar, lay down on your back."
She used ropes to attach his body to the table. He smirked, remembering all the videos he had made of Sandstorm and him doing this for . Good memories for the ginger tom.
"This might hurt a bit!" Declared the shecat, using a large pair of scissors to cut off his wee wee.
Firestar screeched, pain flooding through him like a broken dam. His lower region bled as he wailed in pain. He wanted to kill himself, the pain was too much to handle
"END ME END ME END ME END ME!" He yowled.
The she cat snarled. "Shut it ginger." Before placing a paw on his mouth to muffle his cries. Her other paw switched on the drill, which began to rapidly spin. She lowered it closer and closer to where his doodle had rested.
"What are you doing?" Firestar asked calmly, his voice smooth as pebbles.
"Giving you a uterus." She meowed. She attached a small blow up uterus to the drill. Suddenly she pushed it full force into Firestar's private zone.
He wailed once more, throwing a tantrum from his pain. A medicine cat tom walked in, holding a stick.
"Don't hit me, I am a leader, I will hang you!" Firestar snapped at him. Instead of being hit, the medicine cat simply shoved the stick in his mouth.
"Go deeper." He ordered the she cat.
Firestar wailed and wailed until his vision blurred. His eyes fluttered and his screaming slowed. He suddenly fell into a dark slumber.
He woke up beside the moonstone.
He felt, different and new.
His head hurt, along with his lower region.
He checked his wee wee, but to his suprise was a gaping hole.
Firestar screamed like a female kit. He hopped onto the moonstone, coming to his realisation.
He was a she-cat.
He wasn't going to have kits anymore.
He wasn't a he, he was a she!
She was Firestar.