Swift Clan : Flowerclaw

Screams came from every direction. Quickstar was shuddering like a leaf in the wind. Red covered his eyes, and he heard a voice say, “This is a warning from Star Clan. Beware of the grey army.” The voice faded. Quickstar snapped his eyes open. He breathed deeply. He was still shaking. The grey army? If they attacked, all would be lost! He must not lose his clan! Fire burned in him. He was stronger… and he felt well with more warriors. No, Goldenfur’s mate and brother weren’t warriors, but they should be. He awoke when a squeal came from the Safety Hollow. Quickstar raced in the room, to find Shykit squealing at a hole in the stone hollow, which wasn’t there before. A cat’s den, from the smells there. “I should have thought so!” Quickstar growled. Before he could so much as hiss a warning to the intruder, Goldenfur rushed over to the hole. She gasped, “Flower?” Quickstar sighed and marched to the hole. “You have no need to be afraid,” he mewed, and he meant it. A sleek, beautiful white-with-yellow-patches she-cat crept out of the hole. “Shykit, I meant you no harm!” the cat whispered. She turned to face Quickstar. He noted her obvious large muscles and decided not to get into a fight. Anyways, he told himself, she’s not grey. She spoke. “Quickstar, I wish to become a member of this clan.” He looked at her and was about to tell her they didn’t just accept any cat, when Quickstar suddenly remembered something a long time ago, when he was a kit. He closed his eyes in remembrance.“Flowerclaw! I bet I can race you to that tree!” Quickkit squealed. It was a beautiful day in the Wind Clan camp. Flowerclaw growled in mock angriness, “Oh no you can’t beat a warrior!” Before Quickkit could take one step, Flowerclaw’s face warned him not to go. “What’s wrong-” he started. Suddenly Flowerclaw screeched a warning, and three huge rouge cats burst through the open, unguarded nursery’s door. Quickkit scrambled away to hide. He nervously waited until the loud screeches and yowls grew quite. “Flowerclaw?” he mewed. He was too late. The rouges had taken her. A voice snapped him out of his dream. “Well, Quickstar?” Ravenpaw mewed. Every cat looked straight into his eyes. “Welcome to the clan, Flowerclaw.” he greeted her with a respectful pat. She looked in his eyes for the first time. “Quickkit! Is that-” She was cut of by Daisykit’s squeal. “QuickSTAR, mind your manners!” Flowerclaw nodded in respect. Quickstar nodded back. He was glad to have such an experienced warrior in his clan. HIS clan. It felt as though the whole clan was his kits, and he had to protect it. He purred, “Welcome.” Again.