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Redstar's Encounter

The leader of FireClan, Redstar, was padding alongside the border his clan shared with HurricaneClan. His paws had brought him here by pure instinct; a longing deep in his bones for some kind of confrontation.

He had been restless all throughout the stuffy morning, lazing in the sun outside his den with his mate, Secretstare, trying not to stress about becoming a father. He had been desperate to leave the confines of camp; leap down from his great mountain and stretch the anxious joints that were left creaking in the camp clearing, but Secretstare had seemed so comfortable, and Redstar couldn’t stand making his beautiful mate unhappy. She had saved him from the terrible fate of loneliness after all; a fate the tom had felt resigned to until her and her soft-spoken voice lifted him from his dark, fogged mind.

Redstar gazed across the border, bright cerulean eyes glittering with malice. “HurricaneClan,” he growled.

The tom’s pelt prickled as he began to remark the border along the sandy beach. An impulse to shift the invisible boundary was stronger than ever. The large, crimson-furred warrior was hungry for territory. FireClan was growing, and with his and Secretstare’s kits on the way, they needed extra prey to keep his clan well-fed and strong. HurricaneClan could attack at any moment, after all. They were notorious for striking without reason, especially in the days before Oysterstar rose to leadership.

As the large cat mulled over these thoughts, a sharp scent struck his nose. He bent to sniff a patch of sand decorated with tiny spiral shells. His fur bristled when the scent of fresh HurricaneClan smacked his senses.

It was across the border, on his territory.

Studying the ground below him further, the leader found paw-steps speckling the pale sand. The marks were scuffed, and hard to read, but this combined with the undeniable HurricaneClan scent sent ripples of fury through the tom’s pelt.

Redstar snarled, taking no longer to consider the smell as he pelted after the trail. Finally, a fight!

Redstar followed the trail through the beach, deeper into FireClan territory. The crashing of the white waves of the ocean spurred the leader onward, until finally he saw the looming figure of the Abandoned Bait Shop against the forest beyond.

His claws itched with anticipation as he rounded the bend, fine grains of sand flying up after his galloping paws. Redstar barely considered the scent tainting the air anymore. His thoughts were alive with battle cries and screams of triumph as he stood tall of his defeated adversary, cerulean eyes burning with a fierce fire. He was ready to fight. He was ready to win!

The large tom skidded around the side of the twoleg structure, then stumbled to a halt when he saw a kit - a small, black-eared kitten - batting at his medicine cat’s clump of catnip sprouting from the corner of the Bait Shop.

“A HurricaneClan kit?” he said aloud in shock.

He needed a warrior to fight, not some idiotic kit looking for trouble! How could he have not realized he was tracking the scent of a kitten? Redstar peered at the playing HurricaneClan cat, and decided that she looked about six moons old; the source of his confusion.

Nearly an apprentice, but not quite there yet...Doesn’t she know better than to cross the border? She can’t be that stupid!

Redstar shook aside his thoughts. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that this HurricaneClan cat was on his territory, and that was completely unacceptable.

Redstar advanced on the black-eared she-kit, snarling and brushing up his fur so he appeared bigger than he truly was (which was still quite large). "What are you doing?" he growled, towering over her.

The kitten whirled around. Her dazzling amber eyes blinked at the FireClan warrior for a few heartbeats, then broke out into an enormous smile that covered her entire face. “Hi!” she chirped, bouncing on her tiny toes. “I like your red fur! It’s so red. I love it so much! Why do you smell different? You smell like dirt!” she leapt up as she said ‘dirt’, like a frog reaching for the stars.

Redstar scowled at the kit’s energy and friendliness. She seemed naive to the knowledge that he was trying to intimidate her.

“Don’t you know I’m a FireClan warrior?” the tom growled, lifting an unsheathed paw menacingly over her head. “I am the leader of FireClan; the most feared cat in all the Seaside Territories. I am Redstar!” He puffed out his chest, pride surging through every fine hair on his pelt.

The she-kit’s eyes widened. “Wow! That’s so cool! I want to be just like you, Redstar! Can you show me how to be the most feared cat in all the clans?” she begged, hopping up and down in her excitement.

Redstar scrambled backwards in disgust as the cream-colored kitten began to jump all over his front paws. His lips curled back. "I am not your friend, and I wouldn't teach anything to the enemy, you idiotic HurricanClan kit," he spat. "What's your name?"

“My name is Clamkit,” Clamkit replied, unfazed and just as bubbly as she had been at the start. “Why is your ear cut? You have such pretty eyes! Wow! Mommy has a scar just like that on her shoulder!" she mewed, pointing out the ragged scar etched across Redstar’s right shoulder.

The FireClan warrior’s cerulean eyes narrowed. The cat who had given him the scar Clamkit was admiring had left with a matching one on her own shoulder.

Swirlsplash...is this your kit? I heard her mate Wavewhisker died in the ocean…

Whether or not that line of thinking had led to Redstar’s next thought, not even the crimson cat knew, but just then a thought cracked through his mind like lightning.

I can use Clamkit. She could be the answer to my territory issue, and I can get it all without a fight from Oysterstar.

A devious smirk slid across Redstar’s muzzle as the tom beckoned Clamkit to follow him with his tail. “Would you like to see the FireClan camp, little one?” he asked, fake friendliness dripping off every word.

Calmkit’s amber eyes brightened with unwithheld pleasure. “YES!” she squealed. “I would LOVE to see it! I want to meet all of your friends and family and more! Also, I’m hungry,” she added as a bit of an afterthought, black ears cocking to the left. “When we get there can I have a catfish? Y’know, those itty-bitty ones that Mommy catches by the Churning Stones? They’re really yummy, and Mommy says they’re the perfect size for me!”

“Oh, yes,” Redstar nodded in earnest. He rounded his eyes to appear more friendly and honest. “Just follow me.”

“Okay!” Clamkit chirped. She bounced after the FireClan leader, radiating excitement like the glow of the Greenleaf sun above them.

Here we go, Redstar thought, eyes glittering with determination as he led the kit farther away from HurricaneClan land. We’ll see what Oysterstar thinks about this...

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