Allegiances are the same as Into the Wild, so I'm just going to start with the prologue. This is what would happen with the 'Fire alone can save our Clan' prophecy if Firestar didn't come to the forest. Yes, I know, the prophecy was MEANT for Firestar, so it'd never have happened if he DIDN'T come, but STILL...who would be the fire that would save? Erm, I think for me, if you know my writing style, it's sort of obvious, simply because of the reason that I like girls as the main character...so, here we go!
"Fire alone can save our Clan," Spottedleaf hissed ominously.
Bluestar felt her heart sink. Another prophecy? Terror rose in her throat as she thought of Goosefeather's words, long ago. You will be like fire, and blaze through the ranks of your Clan. Was she the fire? She was fire before...was she still blazing now?
Spottedleaf looked at her, and Bluestar could tell that she knew what she was thinking, even though Bluestar had never told her about the prophecy. Bluestar sighed. Spottedleaf almost seemed to read minds.
"No," Spottedleaf meowed softly. "You are not the fire, Bluestar. Your time has passed. All that is left...is to be destroyed by water."
"How did you know?" Bluestar meowed uneasily.
Spottedleaf's amber eyes glinted.
Bluestar changed the subject quickly. "But if...I'm not the fire, then who is?"
"Soon, Bluestar," Spottedleaf mewed, nodding her head slowly. "Soon."
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Redtail's despondent yowl echoed throughout the camp.
"Redtail!" Bluestar called, bounding up to her deputy as he staggered out of the nursery. "Redtail what happened?"
Redtail looked up at Bluestar, his eyes filled with grief. "She kitted, Bluestar," he choked. "One kit. But she died."
Bluestar's heart went out to her grief-stricken friend. She licked his ears comfortingly. "It will be okay," she promised.
Bracing her shoulders, she padded into the nursery.
Dustkit and Ravenkit were staring, their eyes blank with shock, at the unmoving heap that was Redtail's mate Sandpelt. Sandpelt's pale ginger fur was being stirred by her belly, and as Bluestar looked closer, she saw an identical pale ginger form by Sandpelt's belly. The little kit was kneading her paws against Sandpelt's dead side, mewling faintly for her dead mother's milk.
Redtail came back in, his eyes now smoldering with fury.
"That kit," he snarled. "That kit killed my mate."
Bluestar laid her tail comfortingly over his shoulder. "It'll be okay," she whispered soothingly. "Petalstorm will take care of your kit, won't you, Petalstorm?"
Petalstorm, Dustkit's mother, gently picked up the newborn kit in her jaws and pressed her close to her belly. With a bit of scrabbling, the kit began to suckle. Bluestar knew that Petalstorm would never leave a kit uncared for, especially since her other two had died at birth.
"She'll be like my own," Petalstorm mewed gently.
Redtail didn't say anything. Instead he took Sandpelt's scruff in his teeth, dragged her out of the nursery, and muttered, "Her name is Sandkit."
"Very well," Bluestar announced. "Redtail and Sandpelt's kit shall be named Sandkit."
Sandkit squeaked slightly and continued to suckle, and Dustkit quickly joined her, while Ravenkit went to his own mother, Leapfoot, and the heavily expecting Willowpelt curled up around them.
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Bluestar was worried about Sandkit. She got easily pushed around by her littermates, especially with Graykit, Fuzzykit, and Maplekit now playing, too. Sandkit's pale ginger pelt looked exactly like her mother's, and Redtail always gave her dark and forbidding looks, no matter how much Bluestar tried to soothe him.
Redtail never went to visit his daughter, and whenever she came up to him he snarled that he was busy. Bluestar wished dearly that she could do something, but she knew it wouldn't help to force Redtail to like Sandkit.
One day Sandkit couldn't be found. Cats searched every corner of the camp, but they couldn't find her. A while later, she streaked into camp, her eyes wide open in fear as she squeaked, "A fox! A fox tried to eat me!"
Most of the cats were scolding her gently, but comforting her at the same time and praising her for her ability to outrun a fox.
Not Redtail.
Sandkit became the fastest of all her fellow denmates, and even speedier than Longpaw and Darkpaw.
Redtail didn't care.
Bluestar watched Sandkit grow and show promise of becoming a great warrior. Suddenly, one day when Sandkit was grieving over the deaths of Fuzzykit and Maplekit from greencough, the fur on the back of Bluestar's neck prickled as she remembered the prophecy.
"Fire alone can save our Clan."
The sun shone brightly down into camp, glittering on Sandkit's pale ginger pelt, making it seem to blaze with sunlight.
Haha, strange, wasn't it? Sort of? I don't know if Willowpelt was Graystripe's mom...the family tree on the Warriors site says she is, but the Erins only say she was the mom of Sorreltail and her brothers. SOOOOOOO, I don't know. I'm just following the family tree for this. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!