#firesilver

Happy Pride Everyone!

I think it's so funny it's so fucking funny it's hilarious

Silverhawk x Firestar.

Her they are!

The first thing that probably comes to your mind is "why are they brown?" and well, as I said in my "give me hypokits" post, I'm using my genetically accurate colors and I found out that both Firestar and Silverstream are actually brown! I tried to give them colors as close as I could and I think they look ok.

Now for the kits! Troutstep (left, tom) and Loudriver (right, she-cat). They were born after Silverstream helped Fireheart save Cinderpaw from drowning on their first patrol.

"You'll be fine, Sandy." Silverstream called, swimming easily.

Sandstorm frowns from a boulder overlooking the scary water. "I...Don't know."

Featherkit and Stonekit call their other momma.

"C'mon Momma! Its like stalking prey!" Featherkit assured the sandy warrior queen.

"We believe in you." Graystripe chirped, nuzzling her comfortingly.

"Okay...here I go." Sandstorm inhaled sharply and plunged right in next to Silverstream, thrashing and gasping.

"Copy my legs! Claw, then kick. Claw, then kick." Silverstream swam around the Thunderclan cat making sure no currents pull her downstream.

Claw, kick, claw, kick. Sandsome kept this rhythm, stalk the mouse, stalk the mouse.

"Shes doing it!" Fireheart purred! His sandy beloved and silver love getting along with swimming lessons. His heart melted. The kits tired from swimming, curl against him to sleep.

They got tired, dry off and the 4 snuggle in the long grass by Sunning Rocks.

Unaware they were being watched by Crookedstar. His daughter, with 3 mates? And all are Thunderclan? And the big gray one gave her kits? Should he interrupt or let them be?

'Shes clearly happy...and the kits are loved. And these cats are capable warriors...oh my daughter. I hope they are all you wished for. Watch over my daughter, Thunderclan, I'll surly miss her.'

“Remember Firepaw, you represent the whole of Thunderclan, and the line of Thunderstar himself, tonight.” Longtail meowed as the patrol padded towards the Sunningrocks. Firepaw was the only apprentice from Thunderclan tonight, and he fought to keep his tail from lashing in anxiety. He glanced up at his mentor, meeting sharp yes that reflected his own anxiety.

“... what if I mess up?” He whispered back, Longtail’s expression changing to one of shock, then softening as he looked ahead at the rest of the patrol. Bluestar lead them, Lionheart and Whitestorm flanking her. She was regal as ever, a laurel of ivy, lemon balm, and a single marigold blossom woven into her shoulder fur. Firepaw fought the urge to fidget and itch at the myrtle and honeysuckle that Ravenpaw had patiently woven into the fur at his own shoulders and the daisy at the base of his tail. Graypaw had giggled at his struggles.

“You’re gonna have to get used to being decorated, Firepaw.” Ravenpaw mewed softly as he sat back and collected another sprig of honeysuckle and myrtle. “As long as there is good growth, Leaderkin and healers wear something in their fur.”

“And you’re Leaderkin now.” Graypaw meowed, grinning as Firepaw grumbled and prepared for Ravenpaw to start twisting the stems into his fur again. “Should have stuck with us Lowborn apprentices.” He smirked, and Firepaw frowned up at him.

“I didn’t ask for Bluestar to adopt me.”

“No, you’re Star-blessed though, and anyone Star-blessed is special.” Firepaw frowned. “Still wish they’d let us come, I heard Crookedstar is so cool, and Leopardfur is almost as scary as Tigerclaw!”

“I’ll pass.” Ravenpaw mewed, finishing the last weave and stepping back to look over his work. “This many Leaderkin and deputies in one meeting?” He shuddered, but smiled warmly at Firepaw. “You’ll do well, though. You’re brave, and cats just seem to be drawn to you.” 

Firepaw hoped that Ravenpaw was right as they crested the final hill before the slope to the riverside. As the patrol entered the clearing along the River Firepaw felt his fur try to spike in anxiety when he spotted the collection of cats awaiting them. Sticking close to Longtail’s side Firepaw trotted after the rest of the patrol, seeing ears and heads rise at the greeting call Whitestorm gave. There were five adults, gathered atop one of the stones of Sunningrocks in a loose circle where he presumed Crookedstar’s daughter was being guarded. Crookedstar himself was the first to move, a massive light brown tabby, the tom was nearly of-size with Linoheart when he hit the ground before Bluestar, and Firepaw fought not to stare at his namesake jaw, the way a single tooth jutted up above his lips. But the tom smiled warmly at Bluestar, the two touching noses to one another’s cheeks in greeting. Though he outsized her by far Crookedstar showed Bluestar nothing but respect and regard, and even smiled as he greeted Whitestorm and Lionheart. 

“It is good to see you all, though I may wish we could have come here under better circumstances.” He meowed, nodding to Bluestar. “My condolences for the loss of Redtail, he was a truly admirable warrior, and I regret that this battle took him.”

“We will miss him dearly,” Bluestar responded as the patrols began to relax. “Our clan is equally saddened to hear the loss of your brother. Oakheart was… truly a great cat in the eyes of every clan, and I am sorry that this peace would come at his loss. How are his kits handling the loss?” She padded alongside Crookedstar as they climbed atop the Sunningrocks. The two leaders would take up the central stone, sitting together like old friends as opposed to enemies. Firepaw stayed at Longtail’s side, trusting his mentor to place them where he was expected, and saw Whitestorm and Frostfur approach the Riverclan warriors, giving a dark brown tom a warm smile and talking softly. A lanky molly would come to sit at Crookedstar’s side, golden in color with odd, dappled markings, Leopardfur certainly. The scowl on her face when she looked at Firepaw and Longtail had his mentor’s tail lash in irritation as they padded closer, listening to the two leaders exchange talk of the clans respective mourning. Lionheart took up the position next to Bluestar, occasionally chiming into the conversation. 

“Longtail, Firepaw, come join us.” Bluestar’s voice cut through the murmur and Firepaw felt his ears lower a little as his mentor nudged him forward. Crookedstar had turned to them, his expression less warm and more thoughtful as he visibly looked Firepaw over. Leopardfur had obviously found him lacking, so Firepaw drew himself up and met the leader’s eyes with as much confidence as he could, earning a small smile. 

“Bluestar named you well, your pelt is as bright as a flame.” Firepaw smiled back and glanced over at Bluestar to see a warm expression on her usually stoic face. “Tell me, Firepaw, how are you finding clan life? I understand you haven’t been with Thunderclan very long?”

“Two moons now, sir.” Firepaw confirmed, hearing a purring chuckle from the group observing. “It’s… different than life with Housefolk, and harder. But I wouldn’t go back for anything.” Crookedstar gave him a considering look.

“Oh really?”

“Yes.” Firepaw meowed, fighting to try and keep his tail still.

“That’s good to hear, I know this life is not easy for outsiders to adapt to, let alone a kittypet, or a young kittypet at that.”

“Any prey is better than kibble sir… even fish.” Firepaw mewed quietly, and though Longtail flicked his ear with his tail for the joke, Crookedstar laughed loudly, the warmth coming back into his expression. 

“You’ll do just fine. Especially with Bluestar and your mentor to teach you.” Longtail stood straighter, dipping his head but remaining silent. “Silverpaw?” Crookedstar turned and called to the group, expression tender in a way Firepaw hadn’t expected from the impressive tom as the lithe apprentice weaved her way past clanmates and trotted to her father’s side. “Firepaw, this is my daughter, Silverpaw. I believe you two will be getting to know each other quite well if Bluestar and I’s conversation goes well.” He met the young molly’s eyes briefly before she looked at Firepaw and grinned.

“Nice to meet you Firepaw.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Firepaw mewed, shuffling his paws a little. Silverpaw really was pretty, sleek silver fur with dark grey stripes that swirled like the river itself was imprinted on her pelt. Her eyes were as blue as the water around the Sunningrocks. She was bigger than Firepaw by at least another head, obviously taking after her father in size, even with her being a moon or so older than Firepaw.

“Want to come sit with the warriors? I think Heavystep is planning to tell the story of that time he fought an otter.” Silverpaw asked, tilting her head back towards the big brown tabby tom Whitestorm and Frostfur had been talking to. The tom grinned at them, chest puffed out and eyes glinting. Firepaw felt his ears perk up, then glanced back at Silverpaw.

“... I don’t know what an otter is yet.” He mewed, but the silence in the clearing made it seem louder. He heard Leopardfur scoff behind him, and the chirruping purrs of the two leaders and senior warriors. 

But Silverpaw just grinned even wider. 

“You don’t? Oh, this is the best way to learn about them, they’re like long weasel versions of Riverclan!” Firepaw blinked in surprise, trying to picture that image, but smiled back eagerly. 

“And he fought one?”