This is my first Warriors fanfic, so go easy on me please!
A oneshot about Firestar and his hidden doubts.
Disclaimer: Everything is Erin Hunter's, not mine.
The stars shined down on the wall of rock bordering the camp, lighting every blade of grass or discarded bramble. A lone cat sat atop the Highledge, his pelt of fire turned silver in the moonlight. He sat
alone, while his clan slept. He needed these moments, moments where he could just think without having the pressure of making a split-second decision that could affect the whole clan.Gazing at the stars,
auras of warriors long dead, he thought about all the decisions he had made in the past. He tried as best he could to be confident, showing his clan mates that he knew what he was doing.
But did he really?
Sometimes, in moments like these, he wondered why everyone thought of him as a great leader, when in truth, he had to lead himself sometimes.
No one knew of his insecurities. Not even Sandstorm, his mate.
"StarClan, guide me..." he whispered to the stars. "I do not know what to do...it seems that every clan in the forest hate us. WindClan is ignoring us, RiverClan is secretive and ShadowClan...well, ShadowClan have always loathed every other cat in the forest..."
A soft breeze lifted, tickling his whiskers and tugging at his fur. It seemed to be whispering, whispering words of strength, courage, and comfort, like it always did in moments like these.
"Do not fret, Firestar..." It whispered, the familiar voice of Bluestar ringing in his ears.
"We will always be here for you..." Yellowfang's raspy voice whispered.
"To guide your steps, through thick and thin..." Spottedleaf's voice chimed gently.
"And night and day..." Whitestorm's deep voice finished.
Before him, Firestar could see the faint outlines of the fallen warriors of StarClan.
Turning, he headed back to his den, his insecurities taken care of for now.
But for how long?