#We love Flowerkit

[fawnsun]

The voices commanded me to make it

This lil baby best no die my mental sanity needs her alive

WHOS THAT POKEMON

ITS FLOWERKIT (of @brightclan where the cats are in the backrooms no asking how)

I SWEARVTHIS BLOG AINT MEANT TO BE A LIKE CLANGEN FANART BLOG BUT ITS BECOMMING ONE

#Its just a baby #Look at her #shes loafing #She seriously best not die i swear to- #Yall better check out brightclan im eating their artstyle for breakfast #Look at her tho #We love Flowerkit #Brightclan #Brightclan fanart #Flowerkit #Im like stockpiling tags rn lol

[solargoose]

I don’t necessarily want Squirrelflight and Bramblestar to have more kits, but I do think it’s a shame that neither Bramblestar nor Tawnypelt named a kit after Goldenflower. 

Like I can understand it from Bramblestar a bit. Neither Alderheart nor Sparkpelt looked like her. Lionblaze kind of does, but it’s not like he was there to suggest it lol and if Squirrelflight had named him after Goldenflower it would have been a bit awkward later (although I think Goldenflower would be ok with it, she’d be a good adopted grandma).

And then we’ve got Tawnypelt’s kits. She named one after her evil dad, one was kind of named after Firestar (not directly, flame vs fire, but the implication is there). Dawnpelt isn’t golden, but she could’ve been Flowerkit. But there’s a different kit I would’ve named after Goldenflower.

Interestingly, of Goldenflower’s descendants, the only one who really looks like her is Sleekwhisker. I think it’s a real missed opportunity to have named her after Goldenflower, and here’s why.

To start, it would have been really cute. Seeing in the allegiances that one of  Dawnpelt’s kits was Goldenkit, people would have loved that.

Then, it could have added an extra layer or two to her attitude and eventually joining Darktail. On the one hand, she had thunderclan blood and no one will let her forget it, she’s even named after a thunderclan cat. She becomes angry and resentful, especially towards her grandparents (the source of that thunderclan blood). She talks a lot about how borders and rules create conflicts, especially when she first joins Darktail, and I think being named after her thunderclan great-grandmother could have added something to that.

The second layer is the narrative parallel. Goldenflower fell in love with Tigerstar, but refused to follow him when his evil nature was revealed. Sleekwhisker is implied to have a crush on Darktail, and follows him willingly into the dark (although she may have started following him and then developed her crush, it’s not really clear).

And then finally we have the reverse of point 1. As cute as it is at first for her to be named Goldenkit/paw/whatever, it would make her betrayal sting even more. Especially for Tawnypelt, I would imagine. Being held hostage by your grandkid, who is named after your mother, and she murders your mate? The drama of it all.

Anyways that’s why Sleekwhisker should have been named after Goldenflower thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

#warrior cats #also while I was double checking that I wasn't forgetting any of Goldenflower's descendants I noticed that the family tree #has mothwing listed as mothpaw idk what's up with that #dandelionkit could have also been goldenkit but that just makes me sad

[need1etail]

07 Chapter Seven

Violetkit gazed across the den. Moonlight showed through the gaps in the brambles and dappled the fluffy pelts of Grassheart’s kits. Snakekit, Flowerkit, and Whorlkit—still too tiny to play—were snuggled together, a tangle of paws and tails, beside Grassheart’s belly. Wasptail was there too, curled up next to her mate. Violetkit sighed, her heart aching. She and Twigkit used to sleep like that. Now she was alone, beside Pinenose, who was snoring. Am I the only one awake? She’d heard the night patrol come in not long ago and whispering a report to Rowanclaw before retiring to their dens.

She wondered if they’d found any sign of the rogues. In the days since the battle against the rogues visit, rumors had spread through the Clan. Dawnpelt had declared that they were just a pack of kittypets looking for trouble. “They’ll get bored and go back to their cozy Twoleg dens before long,” she predicted. Violetkit hoped she was right. The thought of strange cats roaming the forest made her nervous.

Something else Violetkit had heard was that Russetstar had been acting differently since the rogues arrived. She stayed in her den, and Wasptail and Grassheart were gossiping about her strange attitude, saying that she always looked as if she was deep in thought.

Not a cat had stirred since the patrol had gone to their nests. A fox screeched in the distance and Whorlkit had lifted his head sleepily, but he’d only yawned and tucked himself deeper among his littermates before falling asleep again.

Violetkit longed to cross the den and curl up beside them, but she didn’t want to upset Pinenose. Pinenose had been a great mother for a long time, but now that her kits were apprentices, it seemed as though she itched to be out in the forest again, hunting with the other warriors.

Why can’t I move to the apprentices’ den? She guessed the other cats wouldn't approve. She was barely three moons old. But Needlepaw, her only real friend, was in the apprentices’ den. She imagined with a purr how much fun it would be to curl up in the nest beside Needlepaw. They could talk all night if they wanted or play mossball or share a mouse while everyone else slept. It will be great.

A pair of eyes shone through the nursery entrance. Violetkit lifted her head sharply, her hackles lifting. Then she smelled the familiar scent of Needlepaw. Had her friend been thinking about her too? Excitement tingled in her paws, and she wriggled forward and slithered, quiet as a snake, out of her nest.

“Needlepaw?” she hissed.

“Quick! Come outside,” Needlepaw whispered back.

Violetkit pricked her ears happily. Were they going on another nighttime adventure? Her breath caught in her throat. Were they going to meet Twigkit?

She nosed her way through the entrance, the well-trodden brambles smooth between her paws, and dropped onto the ground outside. Stars sparkled in the wide black sky like dew on a black pelt. The moon shone, blanching the clearing with crisp light. A chill cut through Violetkit’s fur, but she hardly felt it.

“Are we going out of the camp?” she whispered to Needlepaw.

Needlepaw swished her tail along Violetkit’s spine. “Yes.”

Violetkit watched Needlepaw’s green gaze flick past her. She followed it stiffening as she saw another she-cat standing in the shadows. Her fur shimmered, ghost-like, in the gloom.

“I don’t see why we have to take her.”

Sleekpaw! Violetkit shivered as she recognized the apprentice’s mew. There was scorn in it.

Sleekpaw had never even looked at Violetkit before, stalking past her as though walking past stale fresh-kill when she passed her in camp. Sleekpaw scared the kitten. Her eyes were always dark with what Violetkit could only guess was anger, and every time they past by each other, she felt cold shivers run down her spine. She stared at her now, and Violetkit fought the urge to back away. Spite glittered in the older cat’s gaze. Confused, Violetkit looked back at Needlepaw. “I don’t understand. Is Sleekpaw coming to meet Twigkit too?”

Sleekpaw tipped her head sideways. “Is that what you usually do?” She stared questioningly at Needlepaw.

Needlepaw flicked her tail. “Maybe.”

“Really?”

A shiver of unease ran down Violetkit’s spine as Sleekpaw spoke. The tortie apprentice made the word sounded like a threat.

Needlepaw lashed her tail. “Don’t be such a foxheart, Sleekpaw. I asked you to come with me tonight because I trusted you.”

Sleekpaw’s expression changed, like dawn breaking through darkness. She pressed against Needlepaw, running her tail down her spine. “Of course you can trust me, Pine Needle. I love sharing secrets.” Her purr was sweet as honey. “But can you trust her?”

Violetkit lifted her head indignantly. “Of course she can! I’m her friend!”

Sleekpaw’s whiskers twitched with amusement. She thrust her muzzle close to Violetkit’s. “Then you’d better keep your mew quiet. Unless you’re trying to wake up the whole camp.”

“Come on!” Needlepaw padded toward the narrow tunnel that led to the dirtplace.

Violetkit scampered after her. She wanted to ask again why Sleekpaw was coming with them, but Sleekpaw was too close behind her. Needlepaw knows best, she reckoned. Perhaps it’s in case we run into those rogues. She felt reassured at the thought. Of course! Sleekpaw was coming to protect them.

She ducked through the tunnel after Needlepaw, her nose wrinkling as she smelled the dirtplace. Outside, they veered away from it, following the track they’d used last time.

Excitement twitched through Violetkit’s pelt. She was going to meet Twigkit again. They could play cat and mouse again. And she could show Twigkit how much she’d grown. Perhaps she’s grown too.

Needlepaw padded past a bramble and kept going straight.

Violetkit frowned. They’d traced the curve of the brambles last time and crossed the ditches. “Are we going the right way?” she ventured uneasily.

“‘Are we going the right way?’” Sleekpaw mimicked her, squeaking like a kit.

Embarrassment flashed hot through Violetkit’s fur.

Needlepaw glanced over her shoulder, exchanging a look with Sleekpaw.

Worry twisted in Violetkit’s belly. Was this a safer route to the ThunderClan border? She didn’t dare ask in case Sleekpaw made fun of her again.

They trekked on, Violetkit’s paws growing tired. She half hoped that Needlepaw would offer her another lift on her shoulders, but pushed the hope away. Sleekpaw would mock her if she let Needlepaw carry her like a weak kit.

Before long the needles began to grow squishy beneath her paws, turning to mud as they headed farther from the camp. Bramble turned to bracken behind the trail. The trees crowded closer, blocking out the moonlight so that Violetkit had to open her eyes wide to see where she was going. Had Alderpaw suggested a new meeting place?

Tiny paws skittered over the path ahead. Needlepaw pricked her ears, her tail twitching. She bounded forward, and the bracken swished as she dived through it.

Violetkit halted, her nose twitching as she smelled mouse.

Sleekpaw stopped beside her, licking her lips as she stared at the bracken.

Needlepaw nosed her way out, a dead mouse dangling from her jaws.

“Nice catch.” Sleekpaw padded toward her. She sniffed the mouse.

Needlepaw dropped it. “Do you want first bite?” she asked the tortie.

Violetkit blinked at them in surprise. “I thought apprentices were meant to hunt for the Clan first.”

Sleekpaw snorted. “Don’t be such a cleanpaw.”

“The rest of the Clan is asleep,” Needlepaw pointed out. “I don’t think they’d want us to wake them up for a morsel of fresh-kill.

Sleekpaw batted the mouse toward Violetkit. “Let’s pretend Needlepaw caught it for you. You’re Clan aren’t you?” Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, no. I forgot. You weren’t even born here.” She hooked the mouse back with her claw and took a bite. “I guess I should eat it.”

Needlepaw bristled. “Don’t be mean.” She grabbed the mouse from Sleekpaw. “Are you hungry?” she asked, dangling the mouse from her claw.

“No, thank you.” Violetkit shook her head. Her throat was too tight to swallow. She just wanted to get to Twigkit and Alderpaw. Sleekpaw’s scorching glare was making her nervous. “Are we nearly there?”

Needlepaw glanced around. “Nearly.”

Violetkit opened her mouth to taste the air. “I can’t smell Alderpaw or Twigkit.”

Sleekpaw padded across a stretch of muddy earth and peered between the shadowy trees. The fur rippled along her spine. “I can smell them.”

Needlepaw pricked her ears. As she turned her head to follow Sleekpaw’s gaze, the bracken rustled and a long-furred gray she-cat leaped out.

Fear shrilled through Violetkit. Rogues! She backed away, her heart pounding in her ears. Pawsteps sounded behind her. She jerked around and saw a she-cat slide from the bracken. Her dirty ginger pelt glowed in the dim moonlight. Beside her walked a long-furred black she-cat, their tails brushing against each other. They were under attack!

A silver cat emerged and stopped beside the gray she-cat. “I thought she wouldn’t come.” They eyed Needlepaw, distrust in their gaze.

“Of course she did.” The gray she-cat brushed past the silver cat and stopped in front of Needlepaw. Her voice was monotone. “She’s brave.”

Violetkit froze. Panic gripped her chest. She glanced at Sleekpaw. Was there going to be a fight? But Sleekpaw watched the rogue calmly, her pelt smooth.

“Needlepaw.” The gray she-cat’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. A bit of emotion sparked in her mew.

How does she know her name?

Needlepaw met her gaze. “Hello Rain.”

Shock washed over Violetkit like cold water; needles showered from the pine above. She looked up. A shape moved along a branch, then slithered down the trunk and landed on the ground.

It was a black-and-white tom.

“Hi Darktail.” Needlepaw nodded to him.

Violetkit saw the muscles rippling beneath his pelt. She began to tremble. Why have Needlepaw and Sleekpaw come here? How does Needlepaw know these cats? “Are these the rogues who attacked ShadowClan and WindClan?” The words tumbled out before she could stop them.

Behind her, the tom purred with amusement.

“They attacked us,” Darktail growled.

Violetkit wanted to race to Needlepaw’s side, but her paws felt rooted to the earth. She gazed at Darktail, fighting back terror.

“Of course they did.” Needlepaw swished her tail. “Clan cats are so defensive.”

Needlepaw was acting like they were friends. Suddenly Violetkit understood, and disappointment swamped her. We didn’t come here to meet Twigkit! We came to meet them!

Sleekpaw hooked up a leaf idly. “Clan cats don’t like to share with anyone.”

“They want all the prey for themselves,” the black she-cat sneered.

Violetkit realized that all the cats were staring at her. Did they expect her to say something bad about the Clans too?

“Is this the kit you told us about?” The silver cat padded toward Violetkit, their eyes flashing with curiosity.

“Yes.” Needlepaw strode past them and stood beside Violetkit, her chin high. “This is Violetkit.”

The silver cat sniffed at Violetkit. “She smells like a Clan cat. I thought you said she wasn’t one of you.”

The words hit Violetkit like a monster and the world swayed beneath her paws. She stared at Needlepaw in disbelief. Did she really say that? She wanted to wail.

“She’s been living with us.” Needlepaw glanced at Violetkit. “This is Roach,” she meowed, nodding to the silver cat. “That’s Rain and Darktail.”

Violetkit followed her gaze to the gray she-cat and the black-and-white tom.

“And that’s Flame and Raven.” Needlepaw introduced the she-cats.

Violetkit swallowed. “Why are they here?”

Darktail sat down. “We have to live somewhere.”

“Pinenose says you don’t belong by the lake,” Violetkit whispered.

Darktail snorted. “Pinenose sounds like a greedy cat who wants all the prey to themself.”

“She’s not!” Violetkit defended her mother, her tail fluffing up.

Darktail ignored her and looked at Needlepaw. “You were right. There is a lot of prey here. We’re going to grow fat.”

“Are you going to stay here?”

Roach narrowed their eyes. “Is there any reason we shouldn’t?”

Violetkit’s fur prickled with fear. The cat was staring at her as though she were prey. “This is Clan territory,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Needlepaw flicked her tail in irritation. “Why shouldn’t we share it? Why do Clan cats behave like they’re so special? They’re just cats, like these cats.”

Violetkit looked at the dark-eyed rogues. You’re nothing like Clan cats.

Sleekpaw stepped forward. “No kit can help where she’s born. Why should the Clans deprive other cats of good hunting just because they weren’t born in a Clan?”

Violetkit sent the tortoiseshell she-cat a sharp glare. You were just mocking me for not being Clan-born. Why are you defending these rogues now?

Darktail’s gaze flicked over to Sleekpaw. “Who’s this?”

Needlepaw dipped her head. “Sleekpaw. I told her about you and she wanted to meet you.”

“Can we trust her?” Rain padded closer, her pelt prickling.

Sleekpaw raised her muzzle. “Of course you can!” she declared. “I think the Clans are wrong too. All their borders and rules just make more battles.”

Violetkit stared at her, surprised.

“You weren’t born in a Clan,” Sleekpaw told her, her tail suddenly slipping around the kit. Her eyes shone and she ran her tail down her spine. “Don’t you think it’s weird having so many rules?”

Violetkit blinked at her. “I don’t know.” The sleek she-cat’s tail made her feel strange. She had to turn away from her sparkling green eyes.

Darktail stared at her. His blue eyes were like ice. She shivered. “What’s it like living with Clan cats when you know you’re an outsider?”

Unease tugged at Violetkit’s belly. She wanted to be loyal to ShadowClan. She thought of Tawnypelt and Pinenose. Her mother was half loner, too, what did she think about the rogues? What would Russetstar say if she knew she was here? She was stern and distant, but Violetkit wanted to earn her respect. “I guess it’s okay.” She tried not to remember how lonely she felt in the Clan. How Pinenose’s kits ignored her. How she wasn’t allowed near Grassheart’s kits in case she passed an infection. “They try to make me feel welcome.” Her breath caught in her throat. Don’t they?

Darktail leaned closer. “And yet they don’t.”

Violetkit backed away. His ice blue eyes pierced her, making her fur feel cold. She shuddered. How does he know?

Needlepaw passed around Darktail, her chest puffed out. “Russetstar makes rules about who’s allowed in the Clan and who isn't. But she’s old and set in her ways. She needs to learn that we’re all just cats. We all want the same thing—to hunt and live in peace. But she’s so busy defending her borders, she’s forgotten that.”

Violetkit’s thoughts whirled. Needlepaw sounded so certain. Was she right? They were all just cats. Perhaps the Clans were wrong.They acted like rogues were no better than foxes, just because they came from outside the Clan.

Darktail suddenly stood, making Violetkit flinch. Her heart was racing. His eyes were haunting her. She wanted to look away but she couldn’t. “I like you, Violetkit,” he meowed. “I want to see more of you around here.” He turned to Needlepaw and nodded to her. “Bring her more often, won’t you? And more cats like Sleekpaw over there.” Sleekpaw blinked at him, her tail swishing against the earth. The rogues disappeared one by one, the only one left being Rain, who gave Needlepaw one last nuzzle before she left.

But she’s not really one of us, is she? As she remembered Ratscar’s words, a thought flashed through her mind, chilling her to the bone. Is that how they all see me? She stared at where the rogues had disappeared, her heart pounding so loud, she’d be surprised they couldn’t hear it. Does ShadowClan think I’m like them?

I’m back baby.

#warriors #warrior cats #wc #a vision of shadows #avos #a vision in shadows rewrite #avos rewrite #avosrewrite #violetkit #violetpaw #violetshine #needlepaw #needletail #sleekpaw #sleekwhisker #alderpaw #alderheart #twigkit #twigpaw #twigbranch #darktail #roach #roach wc #raven #raven wc #rain #rain wc #flame #flame wc #shadowclan

[signoffive]

Chapter One of the fanfic

yeah so I’m just gonna put the chapters here cause putting an ao3 or google link just makes things hell

CHAPTER ONE: LostClan

“The other clans are always stealing our prey!” Bluejay complained to his friend and fellow guard, Royalheart.

The sun was just rising as the two guards began their patrol along LostClan and PrairieClan’s shared border. They passed the scattering of houses that lay at the base of the mountain and along the carpath. 

at Royalheart’s command, Brightpaw ran ahead to reinforce the border markings, and replied, “I know; it’s beginning to become a pretty big issue. We should tell Slashstar about it again.”

Brightpaw suddenly came running back, her eyes wide.  “Royalheart! Bluejay! Come quick! There’s a PrairieClan patrol in our territory!”

Royalheart’s ears pricked; she and Bluejay followed Brightpaw back to where she’d seen the patrol. Upon seeing the three cats, Royalheart noticed that it was not a patrol, as Brightpaw had thought, but a trio of trainees. They got as close to the trio as they could, hiding in a clump of bushes to listen in on their conversation

“Sunpaw we can't be here!” One of them said, a she-cat with scars on her pelt. “If Brightstar finds out, we’ll be cleaning the seniors’ pelts for days!” 

“Oh come on, It’s just a short walk. We’ll be back before anyone notices,” another, a brown tom, replied. “Either way, LostClanners are just kittypets. I'm sure we can beat them.” 

“Well, if Brightstar finds out, it’s your fault,” the she-cat replied with a huff

Then, severely offended by the tom’s remark, Bluejay and Royalheart leapt out of the bushes that they had been watching from, followed by a timid Brightpaw. 

all three trainees jumped in surprise and fear, and the she-cat’s eyes widened. Her fur bristled and she took a step back. 

Bluejay glared at the trainees, his eyes blazing.

“We are not just kittypets!” he snarled, but Royalheart held him back. 

“You three aren’t supposed to be out here,” she told the trainees. “and because you’re on our territory, we’ll be escorting you back to your own.”

She gave Bluejay a firm glare.

With that, the two guards flanked the trainees as they turned to head back towards the nearby PrairieClan; and Brightpaw kept a fair distance behind them. 

as they crossed the border, they began making their way through the long grasses arriving in the badger hole, marking the entrance to PrairieClan’s underground camp. One of the fighters ran up to meet the guards, looking a little worried. 

“Where have you two been?” she asked. “and you, Frogpaw; Lightningheart has been looking for you for moons!”

“We found these three across the border line,” Royalheart explained, “and I assume, now, that they are from this clan.”

Suddenly, a large tan she-cat jumped down from her hollow above the rest of the hole.

“Yes, they do. and I will make sure they receive fit punishments. Thank you for escorting them back, and tell Slashstar that I, Brightstar, apologize for their actions,” she said. 

The two guards and trainee nodded respectfully and turned back towards LostClan. 

as they struggled through the long grass that was unlike the grass in their own territory, Royalheart heard Brightpaw mutter, “Well, I guess that’s why Slashpaw is always mad at her brother.” 

Bluejay opened his mouth to reply, but said nothing when Royalheart glared at him, making it clear not to talk to Brightpaw. 

as they returned to camp, Slashstar, who was sitting on Highrock, turned her head and noticed them.  

“Where have you three been?” She called to them as they approached..  

“We ran into three PrairieClan trainees over the border and had to escort them back,” Bluejay told her. 

Slashstar nodded.

“Brightstar told us to give you his apology,” Royalheart added before heading to the guards’ hollow in the mountain.

Once there, she curled up and lay her head down, soon drifting off into a lucid sleep. 

—————

“Royalheart! Royalheart!” 

Royalheart heard the voices of her owners calling her. She stood up and walked forward, gazing at their loving faces, and then she pricked her ears, listening for the bark of the dog; the humans called him Moon. But she heard nothing and she strolled through the house and looked around. She passed the boy’s room, Joey, and walked in. The bed was made, the desk had papers stacked on its surface, clothing and toys were strewn all over the floor and he sat in his bench staring out the window she jumped up onto his lap and rubbed her teeth across his hand, but he took no notice of her; usually he would hug her and pet her back so she jumped down and headed into the next room. The older girl, Jess, sat there with headphones on, drawing. Royalheart leapt up, and she was surprised to see herself in the drawing. She looked up at Jess and purred but she, too, took no notice.  So Royalheart hopped down.

What was happening? Was this a memory?  

That’s when she heard it, something that she would never forget. She heard the barking of the dog once more, getting closer and closer. All of the sudden, it burst into the hallway, running straight for her. She ran into the room of her owners’ parents to escape, but she was cornered. She heard the parents call for the dog, but it paid no attention. 

Royalheart scrambled up the curtain, and the dog leapt at her, latching its jaws onto her tail. She howled and tried to get away, but the dog just bit down harder until she heard, and felt, the unmistakable sound of breaking bone. She heard the humans come and felt the hot breath of the dog; and there was the faint sound of somebody calling her name. 

“Royalheart! Royalheart!”

—————

Royalheart slowly opened her eyes to find that Bluejay was frantically shaking her awake. 

“Royalheart, wake up!” he cried. “There’s a dog in the camp!”

“What?” 

Royalheart was on her feet in a flash. 

They both ran out of the guards’ den, and Royalheart saw the dog. 

She looked for the first cat she could find, and called out to Darkmeadow, “Get the kits and elders somewhere safe! Fast!” 

She then ran off in the direction of the dog, who had gotten ahold of a fighter by the name of Longlight. Royalheart saw Longlight’s brother, Riverstripe, run to rescue her; and she did the same. She stood next to Riverstripe, hissing and spitting at the dog as madly as ever. But the dog made a move on Royalheart, sinking its teeth into her scruff and shaking her like a toy. Suddenly, Slashstar ran over to the dog, along with Bluejay; and they, too, launched an attack on the dog. It dropped Royalheart and focused on the other fighters. 

Royalheart quickly got to her feet and turned back to the dog. As more fighters began to come to their aid, Bluejay scored a nasty scratch on the dog’s flank, making it howl. Vinewhip and Sharpclaw were right behind him, and the two began scratching the hell out of the dog until it began whining and backing off. One more slash across the nose from Royalheart, and it ran off. 

Hearing of the victory, Brightsun, the healer, came out of her cave, followed by the elders and kits, with their eyes wide, and trotted out towards Longlight, who had a bite mark on her shoulder and started treating it. Flowerkit ran forward and stared up at Brightsun, “Can I help?” 

Brightsun looked down and nodded. She looked around and replied saying, “check the fighters and guards, anyone with major injuries, and let me know.” 

Brightsun watched as Flowerkit walked away towards Royalheart. She had noticed the small she-cat around the healer cave and now saw that she had a future apprentice.

Flowerkit returned saying, “Royalheart and Riverstripe both have injuries but everyone else is doing great. Riverstripe could use some dock and goldenrod and Royalheart could use horsetail.”

 Brightsun was astonished that the little kit already knew so much about herbs. She picked up the herbs needed and headed over to Riverstripe, treating her wounds and the. moving on to Royalheart, who was talking to Bluejay.

“Also, Royalheart, you were talking in your sleep again,” he told her. “You said something about Jess, and Moon. When I went to shake you awake, you flinched away; and you had been kicking a ton, kind of like you were running. Did you have that dream again?”

“Yeah...I guess sometimes I miss my humans. Being a Companion was nice, but I had no choice but to leave when the dog came.” 

Royalheart sighed after she finished. 

“It’s hard to let go of the past, but you’re glad you came to the clans, right?”

“Yeah.”

But in her mind, Royalheart was doubtful that that was the truth.

#warriors #warrior cats #wc #warriors fanfic #wc fanfic #warrior cats fanfic #royalheart #bluejay #lostclan #base of the mountain #this is genuinely just context