Firestar as a girl

by A lame Jashinist

Basically if Firestar was a girl like the Erins have planned. Most storyline doesnt belong to me. There may be extreme violence, mature content and possibly lemons. Do not read the chapters marked lemon if you do not want to read those.

3. Chapter two

Bluestar watched Whitestorm and Lionheart walk into camp with the ginger kittypet. Hushed murmurs ripples throughout the Clan sharing tongues. She just mentally flinched at the stench of dusty kittypet food. She walked over to her senior warriors, Rusty trailing behind them. "She kept up pretty well, but her legs are short." Lionheart began. Bluestar decided to not put the ceremony on hold, leaping onto Highrock. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!" The voices were silenced by her booming caterwaul. The felines gathered under the rock, sharing quiet secrets about the ginger kittypet. "We all know ThunderClan has never been so low on warriors and apprentices." Bluestar nodded her head. "There is a feline who would like to join the ranks of ThunderClan, named Rusty." She puffed out her chest, her bell twinkling. Longtail stepped forward. "Ha! She's a kittypet. Once a kittypet, always a kittypet. She will be a poor hunter, at best. At worst, she will herd two legs into our territory, searching for the little lost kittypet who fills the forest with her pitiful tinkling!" A low growl formed in Rusty's throat, as she sprang forwards at the warrior, catching him by surprised and lashing out at his ear, tearing it. The sour, metallic tang of blood filled her mouth. Rusty pounced on him, tearing her claws into his flank as they started to tussle. The clan watched in awe, as Longtail used her collar to choke her. Bluestar watched, her paws itching to intervene. But the collar broke, Rusty falling to the ground and standing up. Bluestar leaped down, the Clan cheering loudly, as she silenced them with her tail held high. "The newcomer has lost her collar in a battle for her honor. She will join as an apprentice." Bluestar notices the pool of sunshine Rusty bathed in, making her pelt look like fire. Yes! This is the fire in the prophecy. "Her name shall be Firepaw, for her coat that shines like a brand of fire." Bluestar touched her muzzle to the newcomer's head, some parts of the Clan looking at Firepaw distastefully, some with welcoming gazes.

This was the fire that would save the forest. Bluestar was sure of it.