#I'll forever keep calling her kitten in my stories even though she's not really one anymore

[bellysoupset]

HI QUESTION

You may have answered this already but what does the bestest baby darling sweet angel girl look like?

JD, that is 👀 (Though Wendy is a very close second in terms of bestest baby darling sweet angel girl)

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Aye pin, sup??

I don't think I have actually! JD looks like this now:

but when they first rescued her she looked like this:

She's a white bengal, but most of her spots now are on her paws and tail

[thunder-the-ranger-wolf]

AU where Leafpool and Crowfeather actually left the Clans after she gave birth to her kits and was either told to step down or leave. She learns how to defend herself while she's away and eventually gets a sign that the Clans are in danger of extinction so she comes back to help however she can.

“Leafpool?!”

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“Wait a second, you have to keep your eyes open we just got you back, Leaf!”

“I'm not going anywhere, Squirrel… just need a nap.”

“Leafpool wake up! I can't lose all of you to this please don't go!”

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“Brambleclaw… you… what-? How-? We were supposed to have more time, how did you-?”

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“Dad, dad what are you doing? You can't go to StarClan yet, mom needs you, the Clan needs you, for the love of the ancestors you're our leader! Dad wait! Daaaaaaad!!”

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Squirrelflight shook herself out and padded over to her mother.

“Sandstorm… mama, you need to go to the medicine den. Take Leafy and go see Jay and Pebble. Come on, you can do it.” She purred weakly.

Slowly but surely, the pair of she-cats picked up their fallen relative and ambled toward the medicine den, where cats already awaited treatment.

“Jayfeather, Pebblefur, if there's anything I can do to help-.” Sandstorm rasped.

“Come here, for starters.” A third voice snapped.

Never has having three medicine cats been such a blessing.

Squirrelflight turned back to the crowd, surveying injuries as she scanned for cats who could start helping to hunt later on.

Brackenfur looks okay… need to check on Sorreltail and Dustpelt later. Stars, Ferncloud… she was in the nursery when I was a kit! Okay, wait. Brackenfur… Lionblaze maybe. Hollyleaf needs to see to that bite on her shoulder but Brambles took most of that so she should be fine… Stars I hope this doesn't get her too. Brackenfur, Hollyleaf, Lionblaze...

“You need to get treated just like everyone else.” Pebblefur urged. “You fought well, Squirrelflight. You can't worry about what's next when you're asleep on your paws.”

“I'm not tired.” She insisted. “And unlike all these cats, I'm still up and moving.”

“Then help the others. Hunting can wait, the borders aren't going anywhere because we all just fought the same battle.”

“We did… oh Stars, I have to tell Tawnypelt and Mothwing.” She whispered, slumping to the ground.

“Squirrelflight if you don't get up!” Pebblefur snapped, prodding the ginger she-cat to her paws. “You can't let this be the thing that gets you. The Clan needs you just like it needs anyone else. Come on.”

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Squirrelflight can't bring herself to go to the Moonpool. Despite the fact that everyone commends her on how she pulled the Clan together after the Spirit Battle, despite her going on and sending out multiple patrols to ensure that the other three Clans were able to cope with their own losses, despite attempting single-pawedly to stock the fresh-kill pile day after day… She would shut down any talk of StarClan. She'd lost her father and her mate in the same battle, the cat who'd helped raise her was gone, her mentor was barely clinging to life himself, her kits… Jayfeather’s assurance that everyone would pull through was all that kept her going out into the forest sometimes, and Hollyleaf was a strong presence at her side. Lionblaze stalked every inch of the territory for ghosts and traitors. Seeing Ashfur turn on StarClan when they'd given him a place and didn't have to was… staggering, to say the least.

But Squirrelflight could not go to the Moonpool. She had no reason to become leader. She was too old; there were plenty of younger, more qualified cats.

Nobody knew what was supposed to happen, so ThunderClan went maybe half a moon the way they did, until one day, something changed.

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“We're taking a patrol to the WindClan border and you need to be on it.” Brackenfur insisted. The brown tom and his golden-flecked brother decided to retire after the Dark Battle, but kept themselves limber by getting out into the forest every chance either one could get. They often took Brightheart and Whitewing with them, having lost Cloudtail to his wounds not long after.

“I needed proof.” He insisted. “I wanted to believe, but I wanted proof that I'd be able to see my mother again.”

The vigils for their Clan were all more heartbreaking than the last, because half the cats who died were sick before the battle and kept on for the sake of intruders, or they were content to be walking bruises and proud to join their Clanmates.

Now Squirrelflight, Brackenfur, Leafpool, Jayfeather, Dustpelt and Purdy were at the border with WindClan. They didn't have to wait long for a patrol to arrive.

“What could ThunderClan possibly want with us now?!” The lead cat snapped.

“Permission for a few of us to go to the Moonpool.” Jayfeather informed them.

“What?!” Squirrelflight yelped. “You said this was a border patrol! Why are we going to the Moonpool?”

“You need to talk with StarClan, Squirrelflight, because if you're not supposed to be leader then at least they'll tell us who is. But you've done the most to keep the Clan together these past few days, and if anyone deserves nine lives, it's you.”

Dustpelt was the one who spoke these words, and Squirrelflight stared at her former mentor, mouth open.

“Okay.” She murmured. “Okay, I'll… yes, we need to go to the Moonpool. ThunderClan can't go without a leader or deputy forever.”

“Then we wish you luck and a safe passage. You only said a few, though. Will the rest of you be waiting here?”

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“Welcome, Squirrelflight.” Several voices chimed at once. When she was a kitten, Firestar told her that the cat she needed to hear most was the one StarClan greeted her with. She could pick out several voices, Ferncloud, Firestar, and Cloudtail included, but apparently the one she need to hear most was a dead kit’s.

“You were the ones we would have had alongside Jay, Lion, and Holly… we were going to name you Juniper and Rose… I'm so sorry, little ones.”

Two starfilled forms stepped out of the rows of cats. They were so much smaller than her… one had a dappled golden pelt that Brambleclaw had likened to his mother's, and her green eyes, while the other had Brambleclaw's dark tabby pelt with her white paw and amber eyes. They raced over to her and nuzzled her, bumping at her legs and flicking their tails cheerfully.

“We like it up here! There's so much to explore!”

“And everyone has so many stories to tell!”

“And now our mom gets to become leader!”

Squirrelflight froze.

“So they were right…” She whispered. “How could they possibly know? I was never supposed to be here, it was always going to be Bramble-. This doesn't make any sense.”

“This is StarClan's choice.”

Brambleclaw spoke now. His scent wreathed around her and suddenly he was just there and she leaned into him.

“You'll be a wonderful leader, Squirrelflight. It's in your blood.”

They sat like that for a few heartbeats before Squirrelflight inhaled deeply and got to her paws.

“Okay.” She mumbled. “What do I have to do?”

“Hold still when the time comes.” Brambleclaw murmured before melting back into the crowd with their kits.

The first cat to step forward had golden-brown fur that matched her daughter's.

I wonder if Brambleclaw and Thornclaw are related.

Goldenflower chuckled, and it occurred to Squirrelflight that the cats of StarClan might know her every thought.

“With this life, I give you the strength you will need to carry out your duties. It is often called a mother's love, but you have an abundance of that. So it is strength you will receive, when you must push on for the sake of your kits and your Clan.”

Goldenflower touched her nose to Squirrelflight and the ginger she-cat screwed her eyes shut as the force of memories hit her.

Flash.

“If you have nothing else to say, then I sentence you to exile,” Bluestar announced.

Wait! Tigerclaw what have you done?!

The words never left her lips, frozen as she was.

Flash.

I know exactly who he looks like but that doesn't mean that's who he is! You said that your father never kept a mate. Could you really see yourself with a trail of she-cats all sniffing your tail?!

Flash.

Thank you, Swiftpaw. You always were my brave little boy.

Flash.

That same kit lay torn apart on the ground.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Flash

I love you, son… don't ever forget that.

Squirrelflight winced and jerked back, panting. “How in the world did you…”

“The same way you did.”

The two she-cats touched noses and Goldenflower disappeared, to be replaced by

“Cloudtail, you made it!” Squirrelflight squealed when the familiar white pelt slipped into view.

“Hey there, little Flight… who'd have thought that'd be your warrior name.”

The former kittypet had a knack for calling cats things that described them but weren't their names. He, Firestar, and Daisy called then nicknames, and some of them were just weird.

“I'm so glad you found your way.” Squirrelflight purred.

“All I needed was proof, and boy did I get it. Tell Brightheart to hold on, will you?”

At Squirrelflight's nod, he bumped his nose to her forehead.

“With this life, I give you nobility and certainty and faith. Trust yourself when you can't decide, and look forward the Stars where you need our guidance.”

Squirrelflight closed her eyes and let the warm feeling wash over her. Something about this life make her sure of this. She knew, no matter what happened next, that she could do this. She could live for her Clan... and maybe even be the leader they deserved.

[punkscowardschampions]

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