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wlwpaw · 6 years

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Small Fire

I dunno, just a little thing I wrote while thinking about how Scourge is Firestar's older brother and wanting an AU where they both joined Thunderclan. (Sorry no read more, wrote this on mobile at my job)

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The forest sat before him, mysterious...inviting. The calls of several birds echoed from the woods, tickling his ear fur and giving him a longing to sink his teeth into their supple flesh. The sun had begun to set, and the shadows only cast that much more of an interesting light on the woods.

Rusty longed to go in.

He longed to break free of his weird bow collar and race through the trees, feeling the wind in his fur and the scents that danced on his tongue. He wanted to crouch behind an unsuspecting bit of prey and pounce, ending its life with one swift bite. He longed to mark along a border only he and whoever he lived with were allowed to cross...to share tongues with those cats…

He knew there were forest cats, wild and free, who lived as they wanted. Who followed a code only they knew. He knew because-

“Rusty.”

His older brother was one of them.

His orange pelt prickling in excitement, Rusty hopped down from the fence and scurried over to a skinny black tom with one shocking white paw and piercing blue eyes. He practically ran the tom over, and only didn't because the tom side-stepped him at the last moment.

Undeterred, the kitten pressed his head against the tom’s shoulder, purring loudly. “Hi, Smallfrost! Didja catch me anything?”

Oftentimes, Smallfrost would bring Rusty a tiny piece of prey, usually a mouse or a small bird. The kitten loved it, compared to the taste of the dry pellets his owners usually gave him, and he often asked his brother to teach him how to hunt. Smallfrost would only shake his head, saying that Rusty was too young.

“Unfortunately, prey’s been too scarce. The clan needs whatever we can catch. However...I have something better to show you.” Smallfrost’s eyes narrowed. “Do try to be on your best behavior.”

There was a warning tone to his mew that Rusty paid no mind. His attention was grabbed by the way the bushes rustled. His little pink nose twitched as he tried to take in the scent, only to jump and arch his back when an impossibly tall silver-y blue cat walked out of the bushes, their eyes narrowed in a permanent frown.

As they padded forward, Rusty backed up further into Smallfrost, who he felt sigh before a slender tail wrapped around him comfortingly. “Calm yourself, brother. She means you no harm.”

It was only with a reassuring lick from Smallfrost that he padded forward, slowly, his dark green eyes wide as the molly seemed to grow taller the closer he got. He paused a little away from her, almost having to crane his head to his back to look at her face.

Her face, broader than his own or Smallfrost's, was unreadable as her slitted blue eyes flitted over his form. And he did the same. He noted how her face seemed darker than the rest of her body, how her paws were large, how her chest was broader than his own. But the thing that captured his attention the most…

“Whoa, you have a scar!” He immediately bounded up to her and stood on his hind legs, trying to get a better look at the pale pink scar that rested on her shoulder. He almost fell over in his eagerness to see it, only to be steadied by the very leg he'd been admiring.

Despite Smallfrost's groan at his behavior, amusement danced in the molly's eyes. She rolled her shoulder around to display more of her scar, growing even more amused by Rusty's little gasps of awe.

“It would seem so. Does it not intimidate you?” Her voice was deep, and almost soothing in a way. It only invited Rusty to look up at her with shining eyes.

“No way! It's so cool! I wish I had a scar like that! Are you a warrior like Smallfrost?” His question had his brother hacking behind him. Did he say something wrong?

The molly didn't think so, she only spared Smallfrost a cool glance before looking back down at Rusty. “In a way. Smallfrost has told me a lot about you.”

Rusty gasped and turned back to his brother, who seemed to find grooming his paw suddenly much more interesting. He ran to Smallfrost and jumped on him, who grunted as the kitten tackled him to the ground.

“You told others about me?!” Rusty drummed his paws against Smallfrost's stomach, nearly vibrating from excitement.

Smallfrost rolled his eyes and gently pushed Rusty off of him. “Yes. It is hard for the Leader to ignore the fact that one of her warriors kept sneaking away to Twolegplace.”

“Wait…” Rusty was in even more awe as he turned back to the molly. “Leader…?”

She dipped her head once, her tail waving lazily behind her. “Yes. I am the Leader of Thunderclan. You may call me Bluestar, young Rusty.”

“Bluestar.” He mewed it quietly, testing out the name. He liked it. “Can I get a cool name like yours, Bluestar? Smallfrost never wants to. He says I'm too young for a cool name.”

Rusty stuck his tongue out at his brother, who only rolled his eyes. Once again, there was amusement dancing in Bluestar's eyes.

She sat down in front of Rusty, curling her tail neatly around her paws and leaning down towards him. “Do you truly wish to have a name like ours, Rusty?”

He nodded eagerly, nearly vibrating on his paws. “I do! And I wanna get cool scars and live with cool cats and eat cool prey!”

Only Smallfrost's paw covering his muzzle caused him to stop before he started rambling.

Bluestar nodded to herself, looking up at the sky for a moment. “For now, you are indeed too young for a name like mine, or even Smallfrost's. Yet…” her gaze fell back down to him “I can give you a name better than what your Twolegs gave you.”

“You can do that…?” Rusty whispered in disbelief. Sure, he'd always wanted a better name than Rusty but he never thought it would actually happen.

“Yes, I can. Smallfrost.” The air next to Rusty ruffled as the small tom stepped up next to him, bowing his head. “Do you know how old he is?”

“Jake said that he and his littermates were born close to three moons ago.”

Bluestar nodded to herself. “Thank you. Rusty, while you might not be old enough for a name like Smallfrost's, you can still have a clan name. Unfortunately, once you take up a clan name, you will not be able to live a soft kittypet life. Do you understand?”

He really didn't, but he really wanted to have a cool name and be a warrior, so he nodded his head, which seemed to be the right thing to do. Bluestar purred, and touched her nose to his head.

“Then by the power of StarClan, I hereby name you Firekit, in honor of your flame colored pelt. Thunderclan welcomes you.” She licked between his ears. “Though...they may welcome you better if you were not wearing this…”

Her paw traced along his bow tie for a moment in contemplation. “Smallfrost, can you get this off?”

Smallfrost nodded his head, before lowering it to where Rusty- Firekit couldn't see him. Suddenly, there was a quick tug at his throat before it felt so much better as his collar thumped to the ground. Smallfrost dug a shallow hole and nudged the collar into it. “No longer shall Twolegs command you, brother. You are free.”

Firekit nearly let out a happy squeal, before remembering that he had to be a tough tom now. Instead, he puffed out his chest and nodded.

Bluestar smiled with her eyes as she stood, gently grabbing Firekit's scruff in her mouth and picking him up. “Come, it is time for us to go to your new home.”

Firekit wasn't even sad to see his old home be swallowed up by the trees.

#warriors cats #warriors #scourge #rusty #ngl #im thinking about it more and more #like...imagine all the fighting between smallfrost and tigerclaw #it would def be fun #warriors au

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