Burning Flowers
Prologue
The clouds moved away, uncovering the moon and the starry sky. The night was beautiful. A surprisingly pretty tortoiseshell and white she-cat padded forward, embracing the greenleaf air. Even though it was night, birds chirped, butterflies fluttered, and everything was warm.
The she-cat dropped into a crouch, and started to hunt. In her camp, she had not been able to sleep, so she had ventured out for a moonhigh stroll.
All of the sudden, a huge dog crashed through the undergrowth surrounding the she-cat. It charged toward her, with its huge pink tongue lolling out. The she-cat ran as fast as she could, but the dog was gaining on her. Finally it pinned her down. The tortoiseshell let out a blood-curdling scream as it scratched and bit her. The yellow teeth plunged for her throat. Then the weight was gone, and the she-cat slipped away, into unconsciousness.
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The she-cat woke up to a bright orange paw prodding her in her side, which was now covered in cobwebs. Then there was a voice.
"Are you okay?" the ginger tom asked. "I'm Flametail, the ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice."
"I'm from ThunderClan," the little tortoiseshell mewed. "I'm fine."
"What are you doing here? Did you know you're on ShadowClan territory?"
"No I didn't. And I'm here because that dog was chasing me. Say, where'd it go?" she asked.
"I attacked it until it ran away," Flametail boasted. Then more seriously he added," You're lucky I was out collecting herbs, because if I wasn't, you'd have turned into that dog's moonhigh snack. What's your name?"
"I'm B-," but she was interrupted by a voice.
"Blossompaw!" it called. "Where are you? Hazeltail wants you to go on the dawn patrol with her!"
"Oh, no! It looks like Briarpaw's looking for me! Got to go! See you later!!!" And with that, she ran off, leaving Flametail staring in awe. Blossompaw, he thought. Beautiful.