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[Image ID: A digital drawing of a cat head. She is pale blue-gray with slightly darker ear tips. She has a white muzzle, white fur hanging from her cheeks, and a white four-pointed star on her forehead. She has bright blue eyes. She is smiling gently. The background is the bisexual flag. /End ID]
In all the moons Bluestar had served ThunderClan as their leader, she never couldāve imagined that their home- the only one her catsā ancestors and themselves had ever known- was being destroyed. Torn apart.
Twolegs were responsible for the destruction, the dangerā¦ but no matter how resentful she was, no matter how angry, she was a clan leader. She had to be strong for her clanmates.
ThunderClanās deputy, Tigerclaw, was watching over the camp for now, acting as leader in her place until she returned, which sheād told him would be the next day.
She hoped it was true.
The she-cat had been quick on her feet since sheād left at dawn; now it was late in the afternoon, approaching evening, and she hadnāt stopped yet, save for a few pauses to sit and rest her legs.
But this new area she found herself approachingā¦ was massive. Having come up over a short hill, Bluestar stood with wide eyes at the tall Twoleg structures, and she could hear the distant roar of the monsters that roamed there. The only thing that drew her to this place was the fact that she knew not every structure would be fully intact, or even inhabited; as long as it was far enough from where the majority of the Twolegs and monsters were, perhaps there was a chance her clan could shelter there until they found a better home, back in the wild where they belonged.
ā¦if it were possible.
Bluestar knit her brows and hurried down the slope, soon finding that her paws had led her onto an odd, semi-smooth gray surface- which seemed, luckily, to be on the outer edges of thisā¦ odd, stinking Twoleg dwelling.
Her blue/gray coat, already a bit messy from the long travel of the day, suddenly bristled everywhere; sheād gotten close to a structure that had no scent of Twolegs or anything else, but the snarling and stench of a large dog definitely caught her attention.
Flooded with terror, the molly raced on tired legs in the other direction, her blue eyes darting around in search of somewhere to escape- and before she knew it, she was scrambling beneath a break in a fence with a silver, hard touch, then turning a corner into an alley where she knew the dog couldnāt reach her. It couldnāt get through the fence, either.
Trembling with exhaustion and fear, Bluestar panted heavily, finally letting herself sink into a āloafā position. She would have to keep looking for somewhere for her warriors to stay later, she supposedā¦
Wait- something told her she was being watched. Forcing her achy body up, she unsheathed her claws and arched her back. Sheād smelled an unfamiliar tomcat.
āShow yourself!ā she snapped at the shadows, pupils shrunken to slits. There was no power left in her for any other dangerous situations.
The tomcat in question was an orange shorthair with brownish-orange mackerel striping and blue eyes, the latter widening from the sounds of the barking and even further as the strange she-cat angrily called out to him. The tom was slinking under a dumpster, his rear backed into a brick wall. If the dog followed the she-cat, he wouldn't have been able to get to the tom, but it wouldn't take too long for her to find him.
His fur bristled. Would it be smarter to show himself immediately? Hide in case she didn't think to look underneath the dumpster? Immediately start running away? The tom opened his mouth and caught her scent. The she-cat was not a local; she was intact and didn't have the same pungent stench as those from his territory, if one could call it that. She had to have been from the forest far, far away. What was she doing all the way in the city?
There were too many unknowns. The tom remained frozen underneath the dumpster, haunches raised...
Impatience from the dayās events made the ThunderClan leaderās spiky-furred tail lash in clear, fiery anger. āFineā¦ Iāll come to you,ā she growled; she knew she didnāt have the strength she normally would have, but if she could just intimidate this tom enough to make him runā¦?
Bluestar gradually stepped closer with deliberate slowness, but she had her mouth open to try and pinpoint where he was; she smelled fear, so she knew he was scared.
The she-catās teeth clenched, and she growled, deep in her throat. She knew now that he was near theā¦ weird, big, stinking thing that looked a little like a monster, though not as big.
āEither you come out and face me right now,ā she hissed, lashing her tail, āor Iāll come and drag you out here myself. The choice is yours.ā
The tom wanted to bolt away from that strange cat before he ended up even more scarred than she was. He just knew that, no matter what she said, she'd have wanted to hurt him badly. The only question was how badly.
And yet...he still remained completely frozen. He just couldn't move. He knew she was getting closer, and it'd only be a matter of time before she found him. He backed against the wall, tail wrapping around his side...
A door within the alleyway swung open as a middle-aged human woman walked towards the dumpster with a large black bag that had a terrible odor, dressed in a bright pink bath robe, matching slippers, and hair curlers.
Bluestar stalked closer, ears still pinned, muscles rippling under her fur; she wouldnāt have been so hostile under normal circumstances, but this place was in no way familiar, and she knew she could be killed if she put one paw in the wrong place.
Not that she was in trouble now, but if she could, sheād eliminate any threat she could to save her hide. So she growled, her throat rumbling-
-and then leapt into the air in sheer horror when the door swung open!
She wasted no time in scrambling towards the dumpster, hind legs kicking frantically against the cement until she was completely shelteredā¦ and now face-to-face with a TERRIFIED young tomcat.
Panting, the molly stared into his eyes, scooting back in confusion. Her eyes were wide with fear, but not because of him; as soon as the Twoleg was gone, she sighed, and her burning muscles relaxed.
āā¦rrrghā¦ I wonāt harm you. Just come out from under here.ā A frustrated grumble left her muzzle, but she crept out from beneath the foul-smelling thing and sat down on the side of the dumpster where a Twoleg wouldnāt see either of them right away.
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āøŗShe's gathered that the leader wasn't even aware of the day being significant in any way to her - so Rosalia quietly spent the dawn away to gathering a few things as a surprise. When she does return, it's mid-day, and with her was a small leaf pouch, one that she kept with her until Bluestar had a moment to herself before she's approached with a respectful dip of her head.
āøŗāI have heard it were your birthday,ā she said simply as she laid the leaf pouch in front of Bluestar, giving the leader a affectionate gaze. āI hope that you might like these.ā
āøŗInside the pouch was a sparrow (Rosalia had even managed to catch it herself, even though she wasn't much of a hunter - she heard that it were Bluestar's favorite), & with it was what looked like a soft blue stone specifically shaped as a cat, right down to the fur patterns.
The day was a warm one, but it was sunny, bright, and just a little bit breezy; that helped to relieve some of the sun that heated up the fur along Bluestarās back and the top of her head.
She smiled as she watched Whitestorm walk across camp with Lionheart and Redtail, glad to see them getting along. They always had, but it was still nice.
The she-cat looked over at Rosalia when her scent came to her and opened her mouth to greet her, but fell quiet. āMy birthday?ā she repeated, admittedly surprised. āWell, Iā¦ thank you, Rosalia.ā
Bluestar smiled, curious, and nudged the pouch open; there lay a sparrow, which made her mouth waterā¦ and a very interesting-looking stone!
Her eyes grew wide, the end of her tail twitching when she snapped back to reality. Sheād been so intrigued by the beautiful little gift that she had forgotten to move for a moment.
āOh, my friend, this isā¦ amazing!ā she mewed, blinking and beginning to smile; she raised her head and purred gratefully, touching her nose to the other felineās. āIām not sure how to thank youā¦ it means a lot that youāve gotten these for me specifically.ā
Bluestar also gave Rosalia a quick nuzzle to her neck, studying the smaller present once more. āThat stoneā¦ it looks so much likeā¦ me!ā
"Heard it was ya birthday, Miss Bluestar, so, uh..." The orange tom dropped a half-eaten can of tuna in front of her, bowing his head out of respect. "S-stole it from one a' the humans jest fa you..."
āMy morning patrol chased a scrawny, yappy dog off this morning,ā Tigerclaw reported, standing before his leader. āThe mangy thing wasnāt much of a threat to a group of our size, and I doubt weāll be seeing it again.ā
Bluestar nodded. āThank you, Tigerclaw. It would seem youāve handled the situation well.ā
Then her ear flicked, and she turned halfway towards the young tom that had addressed her. Tigerclaw stalked away without a word.
Luminous eyes growing a bit wider, ears and whiskers lifting, the ThunderClan leader padded up to the newest member of her clan and sniffed the present; it smelled rather enticing, for food that had been in the possession of Twolegs.
Bluestarās features softened, raising her tail in a display of appreciation as her posture also rose.
āThank you, Sergio,ā she meowed with a smile. āIām flattered that you thought of me. I hope it wasnāt too much trouble to get this?ā
She offered a grateful dip of her head. āIf Tigerclaw asks, tell him I told you to take the first pick of the fresh-kill pile. He takes his rank as deputy quite seriously, as Iām sure youāve noticed.ā
Another smile and purr were sent his way before, bending her head, Bluestar padded away with a grumbling belly.
A thoughtful young cat, he is, she thought as she settled near her makeshift den to eat. I hope he knows his worth, here in our midst.
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In all the moons Bluestar had served ThunderClan as their leader, she never couldāve imagined that their home- the only one her catsā ancestors and themselves had ever known- was being destroyed. Torn apart.
Twolegs were responsible for the destruction, the dangerā¦ but no matter how resentful she was, no matter how angry, she was a clan leader. She had to be strong for her clanmates.
ThunderClanās deputy, Tigerclaw, was watching over the camp for now, acting as leader in her place until she returned, which sheād told him would be the next day.
She hoped it was true.
The she-cat had been quick on her feet since sheād left at dawn; now it was late in the afternoon, approaching evening, and she hadnāt stopped yet, save for a few pauses to sit and rest her legs.
But this new area she found herself approachingā¦ was massive. Having come up over a short hill, Bluestar stood with wide eyes at the tall Twoleg structures, and she could hear the distant roar of the monsters that roamed there. The only thing that drew her to this place was the fact that she knew not every structure would be fully intact, or even inhabited; as long as it was far enough from where the majority of the Twolegs and monsters were, perhaps there was a chance her clan could shelter there until they found a better home, back in the wild where they belonged.
ā¦if it were possible.
Bluestar knit her brows and hurried down the slope, soon finding that her paws had led her onto an odd, semi-smooth gray surface- which seemed, luckily, to be on the outer edges of thisā¦ odd, stinking Twoleg dwelling.
Her blue/gray coat, already a bit messy from the long travel of the day, suddenly bristled everywhere; sheād gotten close to a structure that had no scent of Twolegs or anything else, but the snarling and stench of a large dog definitely caught her attention.
Flooded with terror, the molly raced on tired legs in the other direction, her blue eyes darting around in search of somewhere to escape- and before she knew it, she was scrambling beneath a break in a fence with a silver, hard touch, then turning a corner into an alley where she knew the dog couldnāt reach her. It couldnāt get through the fence, either.
Trembling with exhaustion and fear, Bluestar panted heavily, finally letting herself sink into a āloafā position. She would have to keep looking for somewhere for her warriors to stay later, she supposedā¦
Wait- something told her she was being watched. Forcing her achy body up, she unsheathed her claws and arched her back. Sheād smelled an unfamiliar tomcat.
āShow yourself!ā she snapped at the shadows, pupils shrunken to slits. There was no power left in her for any other dangerous situations.
The tomcat in question was an orange shorthair with brownish-orange mackerel striping and blue eyes, the latter widening from the sounds of the barking and even further as the strange she-cat angrily called out to him. The tom was slinking under a dumpster, his rear backed into a brick wall. If the dog followed the she-cat, he wouldn't have been able to get to the tom, but it wouldn't take too long for her to find him.
His fur bristled. Would it be smarter to show himself immediately? Hide in case she didn't think to look underneath the dumpster? Immediately start running away? The tom opened his mouth and caught her scent. The she-cat was not a local; she was intact and didn't have the same pungent stench as those from his territory, if one could call it that. She had to have been from the forest far, far away. What was she doing all the way in the city?
There were too many unknowns. The tom remained frozen underneath the dumpster, haunches raised...
Impatience from the dayās events made the ThunderClan leaderās spiky-furred tail lash in clear, fiery anger. āFineā¦ Iāll come to you,ā she growled; she knew she didnāt have the strength she normally would have, but if she could just intimidate this tom enough to make him runā¦?
Bluestar gradually stepped closer with deliberate slowness, but she had her mouth open to try and pinpoint where he was; she smelled fear, so she knew he was scared.
The she-catās teeth clenched, and she growled, deep in her throat. She knew now that he was near theā¦ weird, big, stinking thing that looked a little like a monster, though not as big.
āEither you come out and face me right now,ā she hissed, lashing her tail, āor Iāll come and drag you out here myself. The choice is yours.ā
