Like fire...

My entry for the contest over at 'Who are the real parents?' The following story was written by me, so don't steal.

She hadn’t meant for this to happen. All the pain, all the loss…it had just been too much. Cold had swept ThunderClan territory early this season, coating the ground in layers of slick ice and sending prey deep into the ground. What should have been the last opportunity to reap the bounty of a plentiful season had turned into an early leafbare, and everyone in ThunderClan was growing hungry and sick. It was in the midst of this hardship that Bluestar, ThunderClan’s proud leader, who had once been prophesized to blaze through the forest like fire, had found a small comfort just outside the forest. At the edge of twolegplace, Bluestar found a ginger kittypet called Jake, who she had met once before when she was still a young apprentice, full of strength and hope. Jake’s innocence, which had once annoyed and confused Bluestar, was now a welcome change, and she began to take comfort in his company. But it wasn’t supposed to end this way. Only shortly after the kind-hearted kittypet had been struck down by a monster on his way to meet Bluestar did she realize that she was expecting his kits, the product of another forbidden relationship, not unlike the one that had caused poor Mosskit’s death. She was leader now, so her clanmates might take her word if she said they were the kits of some ThunderClan tom. Lionheart would have probably claimed them if she’d asked, but she knew in her heart that, that wasn’t the answer. With the death hanging like a black cloud over the ThunderClan camp, her kits would be on their way to StarClan before the next sunrise. No. She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t lose these kits too. So she managed to hide her pregnancy from her clanmates, which wasn’t hard, considering this litter was smaller than her last, before sneaking out of camp to give birth beneath the tangled roots of an enormous oak tree. Now she had two tiny kits burrowing into her belly for the milk that wouldn’t come, their tiny paws kneading into her blue-grey fur. She bent her nose and licked them both in turn. One was a brown tabby she-cat with swirled stripes and white marks on her paws and chest, and the other was a flame-colored tom who bore a striking resemblance to Jake. “Bluestar,” a voice beckoned her from the entrance to the hollow. She turned, her sad blue eyes warming just a little at the sight of her beloved nephew, Whitestorm, the only one she would trust with this task. “Are you ready?” Bluestar glanced at the kits, pressing her nose to their downy-soft pelts. “Look, if your not sure, we…” Whitestorm began. “No,” Bluestar cut him off, raising her head to look at him, “I have to do this. It’s the only way they’ll survive.” Whitestorm dipped his head, “Okay, but we better head out before this storm gets worse.” Bluestar nodded in acknowledgment and Whitestorm stepped forward, gently taking the brown tabby kit in his mouth, his gold eyes glowing sympathetically. He peeked out of the hollow once before stepping into flurry of ice and snow whipping from the sky and pelting his face like thorns. Bluestar followed with the ginger tom in her mouth, whose squeals of protest were strong enough to penetrate even the eerie howl of the wind. Whitestorm glanced back once, to make sure that Bluestar was behind him, and then set off into the storm, on a path to twolegplace, the only home where these kits would be safe. Bluestar had arranged to meet a kittypet who had two kits of her own and plenty of milk to spare, along with a warm, safe nest with a twoleg she trusted with her life. To some warriors it might be dishonor to hand her kits off to a kittypet, but to Bluestar it was a greater dishonor to let them die. She ran behind Whitestorm, but her nephew’s white pelt was soon lost among the flurries of snow, and only when the swirls of white were blocking her vision on all sides, the wind was drowning out all other sounds, and the cold was stinging fiercely at her paws did she realize that she had lost her way. The kit in her mouth had stopped mewling and was now as limp as a piece of fresh kill as he dangled in the frosty air. Bluestar circled in all directions, desperately trying to find a recognizable shape in the sudden whiteout. She wanted to call out to Whitestorm, but she dare not put her kit onto the frosty ground. She burst forward into the forest, not sure where she would end up, but hoping with all her might that she would find a place to get her kit out of this storm before he stood among the ranks of her warrior ancestors, right next to Mosskit. StarClan, help me, she thought. Her legs were suddenly thrown out from under her as she smacked straight into a snow-covered log and was sent rolling onto the other side. The kit squeaked pitifully, and Bluestar scrambled to her paws and scooped him up again. She crouched beside the log, hoping it would block some of the wind. Now, she only hoped that she would die too, so that she wouldn’t have to live knowing what she had done. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a glimmer of orange. When she turned, a blast of fire jetted out through the forest, outlining every tree, every stone, but not burning anything as it went. It curled towards her as she stood, one flame just inches from her face, as if it were beckoning her on. Then, at the center of the blazing tunnel of flame, she saw a handsome ginger tom with strong shoulders and striking green eyes. He looked at her once before flicking his tail to gesture for her to follow him. She gripped the kit in her jaws tighter as Goosefeather’s prophecy rang in her ears again ‘Like fire, you will blaze through the forest…’ I understand now, she though before darting into the fire and following the path all the way to twolegplace. Whitestorm was waiting beside a brown tabby queen on the fence, looking worried. “Thank StarClan,” he exclaimed as he leapt down to her, “I thought something had happened to you.” “The other kit’s already inside,” the queen said, jumping down beside them, “I better take this one too, he looks half frozen.” Bluestar nodded and handed off the flame-colored kit. “Take care of him,” she called out as the tabby kittypet disappeared through a small flap in the twoleg nest. “May StarClan light your path,” she murmured, too quietly for Whitestorm to hear, “I won’t forget you, Firekit.”

So, there you have it, BluestarxJake=Firestar and Princess. It seemed to make since, since Bluestar loved and trusted Firestar in a way that implied a mother-son type bond. That would also explain why she suddenly invited him to join the Clan and how the two 'fire' prophecies were tied. I was trying to make it looks like a screen shot . Comments and faves are greatly appreciated, but don't try to dissect the theory, it’s just something I came up with for the contest.

Credits

Partially referenced this stock [link] by ~AlinePotter-stock and some stock by ^FantasyStock which I can't seem to find.

The characters belong to Erin Hunter

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