Hunting and Starclan talks

People want to see more Fluffy Dragon Firestar and I can't help but want to see the same. He's so cute when he's all dragon like. The moment here is so small though ;-;

If anyone has ideas to give me on where to take this story, I will take it into consideration. I mean... this was supposed to be a oneshot and I got carried away and made it into an actual multi-chapter fic. oops

Reviews are appreciated!

Firestar gave a frustrated hiss as he completely sailed over the mouse he was trying to hunt, catching himself in time from crashing into a tree. He wobbled a bit before he found his balance, and gave an angry lash of his tail. Sandstorm looked on, giving him concerned looks. He didn't turn around to face her, fearing she would show nothing but disappointment in him.

He was going to visit the Moonpool when night fell and see if Starclan knew anything about his situation. Until then, he would serve his clan like any other warrior. There were still cats that doubted his ability to lead, so he thought hunting and getting the clan some prey would ease their minds. He thought it would ease his mind as well, but hunting hadn't been going so great.

For one, he was still hungry. The squirrel from before had done nothing to sate him, and he felt like he was running on an empty stomach.

The other problem was that he couldn't catch anything. He was doing everything how he usually did, but it seemed like he was putting too much power into his pounces. He also felt unbalanced- not from his paws, which should have felt too big but weren't; the unbalanced feeling was coming from his wings. They felt too big when he was trying to hunt. Normally, they felt fine but now they were giving him trouble.

He kept his head down, angry with himself. He wasn't Sandstorm, who could out-hunt anyone in the clan, but he wasn't this bad at it. Soon enough he would have to go back to camp with the rest of the hunting patrol and he would have nothing to show for it. He didn't want to disappoint anyone.

"I think you're putting too much power into your pounce," Sandstorm meowed.

"I can see that," he replied dryly. She shook her head amused and padded over to him. She nudged him, leading him off to scout out another piece of prey. They found another mouse easily. She instructed him to get into a pouncing position and he did so.

"Don't put all your normal amount of strength into it like you usually do. Be gentle," she urged. He nodded, gentle. He had to be gentle. He gave the lightest pounce he could and managed to land on it.

"Yes, I got it!" he cheered. He frowned as he felt wetness within in paws and he gave a startled gasp he opened his paws only to see the mouse was a bloody pulp on his claws. He stumbled backwards, disbelief apparent on his face. He had been gentle in his pouncing, but he couldn't control the strength and sharpness his claws had. He had absolutely skewered the mouse without trying.

He gave an angry huff, a puff of fire coming out of his mouth. He panicked and held his paw over his mouth, not quite covering his mouth as he feared what his claws could do to himself. He felt Sandstorm give his pelt a few licks, obviously trying to comfort him.

He couldn't even hunt for his clan. "It's okay, we'll just try again until you get it right," she murmured. He didn't hear her. He couldn't hunt for his clan and his body needed more food than the rest of the clan. He wasn't allowed to take prey to eat if he couldn't bring back anything for the clan... He was already being a disappointment.

He felt a pulse of warmth go through him and his eyes flashed into red. Mate seemed concerned and unhappy... he didn't like it when she was unhappy. Was she doubting his hunting skills? He could hunt for her! He needed to hunt to provide for his family after all. He could do this.

Sandstorm gave a surprised meow as he quickly ran off, the scent of mouse on his tongue. She watched as he gracefully pined down the mouse and gave it a gentle nip, which to any other cat was a flat out killing bite. He carried the mouse gently in his jaws and presented it to her, tail wagging. He looked pleased with himself.

She gave a gentle laugh, "You did it!" He laid down the mouse at her paws and nuzzled her. She let him do so, noting that he was much more affectionate with her with this wild mindset. He was clearly trying to please her. Who was she to take his happiness away? Sunlight filtered through the treetops, lighting up his fur into flames. She could see some of the black in his scales melt into ginger, much like his fur. She admitted that he certainly did look beautiful and exotic.

He blinked as another pulse of warmth went through him and he stared at Sandstorm confused, before his eyes shifted down to the mouse at her paws. Had he caught that? She was smiling at him dreamily, so maybe he did.

She nudged him forward. "Remember, be gentle." He sucked in a deep breath, and nodded.

He was pretty proud of the few mice and voles he managed to catch, considering the circumstances.

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Finally night fell, and he trudged up to the Moonpool with Jayfeather. "Why not use those wings of yours instead of walking all the way there?" Jayfeather had snarked at him. He had glanced at his wings nervously before declaring that they weren't needed.

Some of his clanmates had been urging him to try flying, but he couldn't; he didn't know how. He probably could have figured it out, but there were still cats giving him a side eye. His appearance was already off-putting, and he didn't want to embrace these new features, he wanted them gone.

He laid down next to the Moonpool had lapped up a few drops, and closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep.

"Starclan doesn't have any of the answers you seek Firestar. Even we don't know how this happened." He opened his eyes to see Bluestar in front of him, Spottedleaf flanking her. Jayfeather was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is-?" he began to ask, before Spottedleaf gave a light laugh, "He's with Yellowfang. No doubt the two are getting under each other's furs."

"But the stone came from the sky; isn't the sky your domain? How could have it not come from Starclan?" he said, trying to get back on topic.

Bluestar shook her head, "We only preside over the skies above the lake. Not every part of the sky and stars are ours to roam free in." He frowned, remembering the Tribe had their own version of Starclan. He gave a heavy sigh, "So no one in Starclan sent the big rock and no one knows what this is?" he gestured to the stone implanted into his chest.

Bluestar and Spottedleaf gave shakes of their heads, and he was filled with bitter disappointment. "Is there a way to remove it at least? Get rid of all this?" he gestured to his wings and scales, hope trying to bloom in his heart that maybe Starclan could do this one thing.

But the two she-cats in front of him gave winces, and his hope immediately died. Of course Starclan wouldn't know anything and couldn't do anything for him. They never could. The only thing they could give him was faith.

Spottedleaf padded forth and weaved around him, "Don't worry, as long as you have your clan behind you, I know you can turn this into a power never seen before." Her sweet scent hit him and the stone gave an angry pulse. He cringed and backed away from her in revulsion, much to her hurt and confusion. He loved this cat once didn't he? Why was he so disgusted now?

The stone pulsed and an image of Sandstorm came to mind. That was right, he already had a mate! Why was this she-cat trying to mess with his head? He had to stay loyal to his beautiful treasure! Bluestar and Spottedleaf gave same steps back in fear, seeing his eyes flicker from green to red and then back again, the stone glowing an angry red.

The stone calmed down, and so did he. He gave the two apologetic looks before his world faded into white, and he woke up beside the Moonpool. Jayfeather was muttering curses under his breath, thinking over what Yellowfang had tried pounding into his head.

Firestar gave a disappointed sigh. He had learned nothing from Starclan, other than they had nothing to do with anything. He was stuck like this for the foreseeable future.

What was worse was the fact that the Gathering was within a few nights. He would have to stand in front of the clans like this. If Firestar didn't fear anything in his life before, he did now.

Firestar's claws are big. He really has to be careful with them. He's also going to have to start hunting outside clan territory since the usual amount of prey isn't cutting it for him.

Do I hate Spottedleaf? Noo... I like FireSpotted in some instances. (I will say, I hated Spottedleaf's Heart cause it MADE NO SENSE)

Now I don't have any concrete evidence that dragons mate for life- everyone seems to have a different interpretation. But in this universe... dragons mate for life. Firestar is loyal to Sandstorm and only Sandstorm. Any she-cat trying to make a move on him will get burned. Any tom making a move on Sandstorm will be violently torn to shreds. Spottedleaf's lucky she only got a small warning sign and that Firestar wasn't in feral mode.

Gathering's next chapter :D

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