The allegiances are in the other story of my profile, OC's Needed! I accidentally deleted the list, but I'll get it up here eventually!
Thank you very much to Fanfic-To-A-T for letting me adopt this story!
Note: this is my first fic, so constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!
"You're going to risk the lives of two young cats-maybe more-for an experiment?!" a small she-cat hissed. Her speckled brown coat was fluffed up with anger and her green eyes were narrowed. The claws of her forepaws dug into the thick grass. "Are you out of your mind?"
From her seated position on a tussock of a grass, a cat with fur the color of flames sighed deeply. She should've known her peer would respond like this. She turned her head to the speckled cat, who was crouched nearby. "Ferndust, I assure you, no harm shall come to these young cats."
"How can you be certain?" Ferndust demanded. She curled her tail, the tip flicking back and forth.
The orange she-cat hesitated. In all honesty, she really didn't know how she could be positive. Yet she held her head high, blue eyes blazing.
"I will watch over them."
"I agree with Ferndust," called a dappled golden-brown she-cat. She shuffled her paws nervously, as though afraid of being punished for speaking. Ferndust now stood.
"Flowerstar, this cannot be allowed," she hissed. "Even Honeyspot agrees with me!" Honeyspot looked to the ground. A small but stocky brown tabby tom weaved his way through the crowd of cats.
"I think it's worth a shot," he said, copper eyes sparkling. He waved his tail excitedly. Ferndust whipped her head to him and flattened her ears.
"Nobody asked for the opinion of a scrawny apprentice," she growled. "Just leave, Trunkpaw." Trunkpaw glared at her defiantly.
"I'm here," he hissed, "and I'm a member of StarClan, I can have an opinion."
Ferndust scoffed. "That doesn't mean you can share it in front of everyone."
Trunkpaw angrily stalked away, shoving his way through the throng. Flowerstar sighed once more. She flicked her ears at a sturdy gray tom and a thick-furred silver she-cat. They nodded and began ushering the others away. Ferndust snarled as they neared her, turning around and walking off with her head and tail held high. Flowerstar watched her leave.
"Thank you Graywood, Willowwater," she murmured. The two cats nodded and then left. Flowerstar was alone. She got up on her paws and trotted to the stream, peering at her reflection. Suddenly the image began to change.
First, there were only blurry outlines, but they slowly formed into to thick, distinct cat shapes. One had blue eyes, one had green. They both had thick black coats. Flowerstar smiled to herself.
These were her two. Two new apprentices that would serve to prove a statement for her.