So apparently I'm not the only one having a problem with the reviews on Fanfiction. Hopefully the issue will be resolved soon. But it really sucks that I can't see the new reviews for a bit.
So here's a chapter with an idea that I did definitely not come up with myself. Well, Firestar's part of the story will bound to get interesting.
I'm still winging everything though. Interesting indeed.
Reviews are still appreciated!
Firestar glared into the opening of the fox den, contemplating his next move. The fox den was getting too cramped for his tastes, and he hated that his horns continued making deeper and deeper indents as he moved around in it every day. He needed to either enlarge the space inside or find another place to stay entirely.
He decided that digging into the fox den wouldn't be so bad. He started running his claws through the soft earth gently, before he realized how thin the top of the den was already. If he dug up top, the den would collapse on him. Maybe if he dug downwards?
It was working!
Until he realized that the ceiling of the den was raining little specks of earth down on him, and he hurriedly backed out of the den. His tail thumped onto the ground in an agitated manner. There was no way of enlarging the fox den unless he wanted it to collapse on him. Either he sucked it up and squeezed his body in or he would have to find a place that could suit his needs.
He would prefer a big enough place for himself and all his treasures really. A small little fox den like this one wouldn't cut it.
He let out a short growl at the thought; he wasn't going back for them. Thunderclan needed them more than he did! It would be wrong to take them. But he couldn't deny that he was so lonely. He gazed out at the trees of Thunderclan in the distance mournfully. He missed everyone so much...
But he had hurt them. He had weakened Thunderclan to the point where the Dark Forest would have an easier time picking them off. Maybe he should stick around and join the battle when the time comes?
No, they didn't need him making everything worse.
His wings twitched, his body itching to take flight. He paid the urge no mind, and folded up his wings onto his back with a snap. It was his new changes that got him into this mess; he didn't want to use them anymore than necessary.
The stone gave a pulse, once again asking him why he wouldn't embrace who he was. He ignored it until the stone heated up, and he let out an irritated hiss as the heat rushed through his body.
Why do you reject this? There is no clan holding you back from achieving your truest self now.
He had held back for his clan... the stone was right in that there was nothing holding him back now. But still... he wanted his treasures. He wanted them to be happy and their happiness didn't lay with him at the moment. The stone calmed down at the thought, sharing his lament for the loss of his treasures.
He didn't know why the stone was acting up so much recently. It never happened within Thunderclan, with his mate and hatchlings being kept close.
He forced his legs to move, getting farther and farther away from Thunderclan, his mate, and his hatchlings with every step he took. He forced himself to focus on finding a new den that could fit him easily.
He searched though out the day, but didn't find anything big enough for him specifically. He was resigned to the fact that he would have to spend a night crammed up in a bush of all things.
He was hesitant to continue going forward, with what the edge of a Twolegplace sitting in front of him. He had been so lost in his wanderings that he hadn't even noticed what he was wandering up to! He sat down and sighed. Going into the Twolegplace was a giant no. What if a Twoleg spotted him and tried capturing him for his weird appearance? Or maybe all the kittypets and loners of the place would freak out and try chasing him out like the clans had done?
He wouldn't put it past them- the clans had known him for the majority of his life and they still chased him out. But not all kittypets and loners were as brave as warriors... would any of them even have the courage to chase him out? Perhaps not, but it was best if he didn't step foot there anyway.
He was about to turn around and head back the way he came in order to find a good bush to hunker down in when a shrill screech caught his attention.
He could see what looked like a mottled golden she-cat carrying a white kit with golden spots, running away from a group of rogues or loners.
"Get away from us!" she screeched. The other cats out-sped her and surrounded her on all sides.
"You know the penalty for disobeying the Razor Gang! Come quietly and maybe Razor will give you a good time before killing you," one of the rogues sneered.
Firestar almost jumped up and raced over, but he hesitated at the last second. He didn't know how these cats would react to him. If he saved this she-cat and her kit, would they be grateful or would they run away in fear?
He heard the kit give a scared mew, and every doubt in his mind was pushed away. These cats needed help.
"I won't let you harm a single piece of fur on my kit's body!" she snarled. The other cats gave harsh laughs before inching forward. The she-cat pressed her kit underneath her and braced herself for a fight.
"You have no honor trying to harm a queen and her kit like that." Firestar flew in and smacked one of the rogues away, before landing in front of the she-cat.
"What the-?! What the heck are you?!" the leader of the group shrieked. Firestar said nothing, and brought his claws down on another rogue. The rogue wailed in pain and the claws did a fair amount of damage to his pelt, considering that Firestar was being gentle with them. He didn't need to subject the queen and kit to a bloody massacre.
"Fox!" the leader growled. "You'll pay for that!" he swiped his claws at Firestar, and the warrior only brought his foreleg up in response. The cat let out a shriek of pain as he ran his claws down Firestar's scales.
"Forget this! Let's get out of here!" another rogue screeched. All the rogues ran away, even Fox, who was limping in excruciating pain. Firestar watched them go in disgust; first they threaten a queen and her kit, and then they don't even try to help their comrade? And cats liked to call the clan cats a bunch of savages.
The stone gave a pleased pulse, happy he was showing off his strength in a way that made it look so casual and easy.
Firestar glanced behind him to see the she-cat staring at him in awe. Well, she was safe and that was all that mattered. He wasn't needed now. He started walking away when the she-cat called out to him.
"Wait, please! Who are you?"
"...It doesn't matter," he muttered.
"I wouldn't say fighting off some of the elite from Razor's Gang doesn't matter! You saved us!" she meowed gratefully. "Please, can we stick around you in case those ruffians come back?"
"You want to hang around with a monster?" he gestured to his wings and scales.
"You look strange, but I don't think a monster would fly in to save this she-cat in need!" she laughed.
This queen was an odd one. He never saw anyone who wasn't close to him have such a... positive reaction towards him.
"We won't be much of a bother. We just require some protection until I can find a safe place for my daughter and I to live," she pleaded.
He really wanted to reject her. Normally, he wouldn't hesitate to help someone in need, but with the way he was now... he was dangerous. What if he accidentally hurt her and her kit while they were hanging around him? But she was like him; a cat who desperately needed a home, who wanted the best for her young.
It was what he was going through right now. Plus, she and her kit were looking up at him with such pleading eyes that he couldn't help but cave.
"...Fine. You can stay, but just know that I'm dangerous. I can't promise that anything bad won't happen," he warned.
She scoffed. "I've seen dangerous. You seem pretty safe in comparison." She bowed her head, "I am Hanako. This," she gestured to her daughter, who was staring at him in awe, "is Hisako. Thank you for taking care of us."
Very odd indeed. Their names were even stranger.
"It's only polite for our host to give his own name in return," she said.
"...Firestar." He walked off, and Hanako picked up Hisako and trailed after him.
Dang I made up a bunch of characters in one go for this one... Enter Hanako and Hisako as well as the Razor Gang... or is it Razor's Gang? Who is Razor? I have no idea I literally just made this stuff up on the spot. Don't worry, there will probably be a back story to all of this.
Why did I give these two she-cats Japanese names? Cause I've decided to make them Japanese Bobtails! Backstories will probably be explained in Firestar's next chapter... which might be next chapter? Haven't decided yet.
Hopefully the thing with Fanfiction won't deter the Fanfiction reviewers from reviewing. I'll see the reviews.. eventually.
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