Blossomdust's Destiny

by GreeceXCats527

For years, life in the Clans has been the same. Leaders have daughters who must host a competition for all Clans to find her mate. Then her mate becomes the next leader. But Blossomdust doesn't want her mate chosen for her. She is already in love! Can she convince the Clans to change the code, for will her hope be lost... Forever? Rated T for mild violence

3. Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Blossomdust sat in her den, thinking over the past events of the day. Why did Brindleblossom have to be s mean? All her daughter wanted was a little freedom, that's all!

Pebblepool had wanted to see her, but Blossomdust was too upset.

That night, Bouncestar came in to say good night to his daughter. He brought a squirrel. When he entered the den, Blossomdust was gone.

Meanwhile, Blossomdust was running through the forest, trying to escape the life behind her. It was not what she had wanted. She ran as far as she could and stopped, panting, on the open moor.

Blossomdust scented the air and immediately picked up WindClan scent. A patrol was heading this way! Quickly Blossomdust ran into a patch of heather and crouched, waiting for them to move on.

The patrol was lead by Whitestar, and two warriors, Finchfang and Grasspelt, followed her. They all had two rabbits with them. White star dropped her prey and sniffed the air.

"Blossomdust?" she asked. "Come on out of the bush. I can smell you, and there's no point hiding."

Blossomdust emerged from the heather. "I'm not Blossomdust anymore," she growled. "I'm a loner now. Blossom."

"Blossomdu- I mean Blossom, you can't just abandon your Clan like that!" Whitestar cried. "Think of those five toms there waiting to win,"

"That's just the point!" Blossom spat. "I don't want an assigned mate! Every cat gets one, but I'm in love with another cat!"

Whitestar looked at her curiously. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but, would you like to join WindClan?"

Blossom's ears pricked up. "Really?"

"Of course. We'd have to change your name to Blossomfang, though…"

"That's fine! As long as I can choose my own mate."

Whitestar nodded. "Join our patrol! I'll have Grasspelt work on your speed and agility here, and then you'll be as good as any WindClan warrior." Blossom nodded, and they padded away on the moor.