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REDFLOWER That vengeance is the business of a man Redflower has not seen her children since she'd left them, tiny and crusted with snow, at ThunderClan's border. She has lain awake at night in near-agony, wondering if they had lived long enough for a patrol to find them. She has scored the...

"You'll tell them it was a fox who did me in for good," she instructs her children in a flat, monotonous voice. "You'll say I fought hard to save your life, but I had been too thin and weak to put up a fight. I bought you just enough time to run and hide." Redflower had pressed her cold, aching...

Devastation colors her children's faces, but Redflower's expression does not change. It remains stoic, determined. She had borne these kits into savagery, but they would reclaim all Flamestar had stolen from them with the weaponry they'd make their birthright. She does not shush either daughter...

The cold has come for their forest without mercy, and Redflower has not found prey for a day and a half. Her kits are hungry and slow-moving, and she knows if they continue to sit in one place without moving, they'll succumb to the cold. She stirs them from their uncomfortable nest and pushes...

She'd been born just at the tailend of the last leafbare, and so her earliest memories are of warmth and melting snow. Even still, she has a warrior's instincts, and the bite in the air has driven her to bundle her kits tighter into their little burrow. The ground is hard with frost; what little...

Redflower waits impatiently for her kits to tumble from their nest and into the cooling evening. They amble toward her without energy, without enthusiasm, their eyes dull with hunger their mother can no longer satiate. Her order to tear from the rat is met with immediate resistance from Rosekit...

Wounds litter her dirty, ragged tortoiseshell pelt, and though she feels every one of them stinging her to her bones, she strides back to the den she shares with her kits with her head held high. A rat, its naked ribs exposed to the leaf-fall air, dangles from her jaws. It has just enough meat...

She is a miasma of a cat, a smear of dull red-and-black fur against the blotted unclaimed scrubland beyond ThunderClan's territory. Her ribs are stark beneath a dust-stained pelt; her eyes are dark and hollow. Greed bursts from amber orbs like half-squeezed fruits. Every movement she makes is...

cw ; childbirth and descriptions of starvation The Redflower who'd left ThunderClan had been plump on forest prey; her pelt had been shiny, swirls of scarlet fighting rich pools of ebony and white; her steps had been swift, sure, her eyes gleaming with the pride of knowing her place, of knowing...

ThunderClan blood ran through her veins; ThunderClan blood is what she'd spilled. "Redkit," her mother had cooed; "Redpaw," Howlingstar had named her, pride seeping from the great tabby's voice; "Redflower," came Skyclaw's purr, the feel of his whiskers against her throat as he nuzzled her. Was...

Redflower's claws are scarlet-tipped from battle, and her amber eyes are aglow with fury. The audacity of this Clan to continuously resist the good future Skyclaw had promised them sets her aflame with rage. We should put every one of you ungrateful fools to death! If Skyclaw would listen to her...

Redflower walks with importance alongside Flamewhisker and the other cats, brimming with the weight of her duty. She doesn't trust a single hair on the ginger she-cat's pelt, and neither does Skyclaw — for good reason. Amber eyes never leave the deputy's flank, even for a moment. I'll flay you...

Redflower sprawls beside Skyclaw, sunning her tortoiseshell pelt and basking in the warmth of greenleaf and her lover's embrace. She's taken splendidly to her new position as the ThunderClan leader's mate; she is often offered choice bits of prey, and it seems Stagstrike has come to deliver them...

Redflower's amber gaze sears through the undergrowth, following Doepath's slender form like a predator stalking their prey. The she-cat navigates the forest like some bumbling kittypet, letting her paws snag and blunder. I've seen kits hunt better, the tortoiseshell thinks, her tail lashing...

Howlingstar's body is not even cold before Redflower slips into the den her leader had slept in for her entire life. It's cool, sheltered from the greenleaf heat, dim and cozy. She rakes her golden gaze over it approvingly, until she comes to the nest Howlingstar had used for moons. It's rough...