I just had this recurring dream where fem Fireheart is Yellowfang's daughter and grew up in ShadowClan! She of course has to bring her own brother to justice! (And Fireheart unknowingly spends a lot of time with her mother!) That of course inspired me to do a Yellowfang point of view for Heart of Fire! (Takes place in Fire and Ice!)

Also: this one is actually a one-shot this time I swear!!!

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"Good evening, Yellowfang!"

Yellowfang turned her orange eyes towards the large split rock opening to the medicine cats den. The pretty orange she-cat warrior was standing at the entrance, holding two pieces of prey. More than likely meant for her and Spottedleaf.

"Fireheart, what can I do for you?" Yellowfang rasped, setting aside her herbs for a moment.

"I brought you something to eat." Fireheart replied, setting down the prey. "I've also come to ask how you've been."

The flattened faced medicine cat almost snorted in amusement. It was just like the young she-cat to come asking how this old bag of bones was doing. Never in Yellowfang's long life had she ever had anyone come and see how she was doing of their own free will. Perhaps every once and a while, just to check and see whether or not she had choked on a hairball.

"I'm still alive as you can tell." Yellowfang said dryly as she came to prob at one of the mice. "Prey seems to be getting thinner."

Fireheart nodded. "Yeah. Though it is getting closer to leaf-bare soon."

Yellowfang murmured in agreement. Looking up from the prey, the older she-cat could see Fireheart waiting in some sort of anticipation, more than likely waiting for Yellowfang to continue the conversation.

"What about you?" Yellowfang sighed. She may hold a place in her heart for Fireheart but the young warrior could be a pawful at times.

"I've just come back from a hunting patrol!" Fireheart happily meowed, a spark igniting in her green eyes. "It was me, Sandpaw and Tigerclaw."

Now Yellowfang snorted in amusement. Fireheart had been padding after that big-headed brute for a while now. Truthfully, Yellowfang couldn't see what Fireheart saw in Tigerclaw. Sure, Tigerclaw ran things efficiently as deputy but his approach to everything was using his claws. Tigerclaw only saw things his way, and anything other than his way was apparently wrong.

Yellowfang shuddered with horror at the thought of Bluestar dying anytime soon. Tigerclaw needed to learn to show more compassion towards others.

Besides, Yellowfang's expression softened as the young orange she-cat kept talking, not even realizing the dark gray medicine cat had stopped listening, Fireheart was too good for him.

When Yellowfang first met Fireheart, a small dainty apprentice at the time that was foolish enough to take on a fully grown cat, she hadn't thought much of her. Yellowfang had thought it was going to be more quick to die by the paws of an apprentice than her wounds. But the peace that only death could bring her didn't come. Yellowfang was spared and brought to ThunderClan to be looked after thanks to the orange she-cat.

Fireheart then was tasked to care for her. That's when Yellowfang found out how scrappy the young she-cat could be. It had been fun to tease Fireheart, even now it was still fun to tease her, and Fireheart's countering retorts were rewarding. The orange she-cat was also kind, very kind. Perhaps it was Fireheart's kittypet upbringing that made the ThunderClan warrior so kind. Because unlike the heartless way she had been treated and wrongly accused by her own birth-Clan, Fireheart, who had only known Yellowfang for merely a moon at the time, had stood up for Yellowfang and had even gone as far as following her all the way into enemy territory just to rescue her old mangy hide.

After liberating her old Clan from Brokenstar's tyrannical reign and deciding to stay with ThunderClan it was nearly impossible to shake the young ThunderClan warrior. Although Yellowfang would be hard pressed to admit it, her old raggedy hide rather liked being sought out for things unrelated to her medicine cat duties.

Outside of Fireheart and Spottedleaf, Yellowfang wasn't really close with anyone else. Oh sure, she was respected, as any other medicine cat would be. Occasionally, Yellowfang might even receive a half-hearted hello. But it was Fireheart and Spottedleaf she was closest to and she appreciated them.

"--and I think Sandpaw and I are really making progress." Yellowfang caught the tail end of Fireheart's long winded speech. And so she nonverbally grunted in acknowledgement, hiding the fact that she was lost in her thoughts and was only half-listening.

"I don't see why you bother with that apprentice. She clearly doesn't like you." Yellowfang snorted, then shook her head. Fireheart was too kindhearted. Sandpaw and Dustpaw made it painfully clear that neither liked Fireheart, Dustpaw more so than Sandpaw. Yet Fireheart was insistent on becoming friends with Sandpaw.

Yellowfang regretted saying those words as soon as they came out of her muzzle. Seeing as they caused Fireheart's tail to droop and ears to flatten as if chastised. Though before Yellowfang found the words to make up for her harsh response, they were both interrupted by the return of Spottedleaf who was carrying a bundle of herbs in-between her jaws.

"Welcome back." Yellowfang dryly said as Fireheart happily greeted Spottedleaf as the dark tortoiseshell-and-white medicine cat came and dropped her herbs in front of Yellowfang to sort while turning back to speak freely with Fireheart.

Yellowfang almost rolled her eyes as she was being the one tasked to do the sorting while Fireheart and Spottedleaf sat around swapping gossip. Though in all actuality the older medicine cat didn't mind all that much. Spottedleaf deserved companionship other than Yellowfang, and if the dark tortoiseshell-and-white lagged a bit in her duties then Yellowfang would be there to pick up the slack.

Yellowfang used Fireheart and Spottedleaf's conversation as soothing background noise while sorting out the herbs into neat separate piles consisting of the same matching plants. The dark gray she-cat with orange eyes, a broad, flattened face, and long, matted fur took solace from the peaceful moment she had been given. No one was in pain and therefore she herself wasn't in pain. Everything was calm and Yellowfang could forget about the crushing burdens she bears everyday of her life.

Yellowfang snuck a glance at Fireheart out of the corner of her eye. The radiant orange she-cat was sitting in a patch of sunlight in front of Spottedleaf, talking away about her day, and looked to be in high spirits. Not for the first time had Yellowfang wished that Fireheart had been her daughter instead of Brokenstar. Fireheart would have been her pride and joy.

Yellowfang invisined a life where it was Fireheart that the dark gray she-cat bore. Perhaps the name would be different, though Firekit would cross her mind when looking at the she-cats orange pelt. Raggedstar would have been proud, more than proud, maybe even more protective of Fireheart than the dark brown tabby had been over Brokentail. Everyone else would be proud of her too, especially with how dedicated and loyal she was to her Clan. She would have made a great warrior; honest, hardworking, talented and kind to all. Fireheart would then be made deputy, because who better to lead the Clan? Raggedstar would have a more genuine reason than Fireheart simply being blood to take up the role. And once Fireheart had been made leader, though Yellowfang would never be able to tell her the truth, Yellowfang would be her most loyal supporter. Most of all, Fireheart wouldn't be anything like her son.

"I should be getting out of your fur now." Yellowfang heard Fireheart say, and looked over to see the sleek furred warrior standing up and stretching. "I distracted you both long enough."

"About time. I was about to stuff a toad in that muzzle of yours." Yellowfang retorted, maybe sounding a little too harsh. But there was a twinkle in Fireheart's green eyes that told the medicine cat that Fireheart didn't take her questionable sense of humor seriously.

"It was good talking to you, Spottedleaf, Yellowfang." Fireheart meowed, waving her tail. "I'll visit again soon."

"Hopefully not too soon."

"Don't listen to Yellowfang." Spottedleaf meowed, playfully glaring back at the older medicine cat. "We both like you visiting us, Fireheart."

Fireheart murmured in amusement. "Enjoy your fresh-kill!" Fireheart meowed over her shoulder.

Both medicine cats watched Fireheart slip out the split rock entrance to the medicine den. Yellowfang wondered where Fireheart would be off to now. Whether to get back to her warrior duty, maybe get into more trouble with that fat dark gray warrior friend of hers, or go moon over Tigerclaw who would no doubt be mooning over the orange she-cat in return.

"Fireheart is quite amazing." Spottedleaf meowed, coming to aid Yellowfang with sorting the last of the herbs. "Now isn't she?"

Yellowfang glanced back at the crevice that Fireheart had disappeared through. The light of sunhigh was shining through the opening and the way it reflected off the stone walls almost looked like fire. Yes, yes Fireheart was amazing. Amazing in every way possible.

"She's a distracting pain in the tail." Though Yellowfang would never admit that to anyone.

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This was just self-indulgence. I just had the idea and just had to do it!!! I'm almost done with my Exiled fic!! Only a few more chapters left and then it will be done!!!