Spottedleaf and Firestar. Weird, kinda creepy relationship, not really explored much. Firestar being strangely drawn to her, and Spottedleaf basically stalking him and his bloodline.
We never get much of an explanation for it, the whole thing being written off as "love that can never be", which isnt very good considering their age gap.
But love doesnt have to be romantic, it can be plantonical.
And sometimes, you just need to love yourself.
What if Spottedleaf wasn't JUST Spottedleaf. What if, she was the fire that needed to save the clans, once before in an old world of an old timeline. She had been given that prophecy herself before, but it had been different.
"Fire alone can save the clan." She whispers, sitting next to Bluestar for the first time. Her eyes were wide, glued to the sky as holes burned into it like a thin paper made from the thinnest of trees. As the holes get larger, they burn brighter. Stronger.
All at once, ashes and embers fall from the sky and the flames engulf her vision. She screams, heat searing her pelt as she alight with her own individual fire.
"Spottedfire!" Bluestar yowled in alarm, seeing nothing out of the ordinary aside from her young friends pure terror and agony. "Spottedfire what is wrong?"
The vision was over, the dread was only beginning. "Bluestar, I-" She began, panting. "Fire alone, it will save the clan." She left out her own fate, at least, what she assumed to be her own after all was done and everyone was saved.
Nothing could have prepared her for her constant failures. Gone was that inquisitive Ginger kittypet, who saw cats for who they really were and not as they had always been known. Bluestar was dead to Tigerstar's claws, the claws now leading the storm that Thunderclan could not control. Gone was Shadowclan soon after, joined into Tigerclan. Those who did not join were slaughtered. Gone was Riverclan, ruthlessly slaughtered or barely escaping. Mistyfoot, Stonefur, Featherpaw, and Stormpaw had been the first and the bravest. Gone was Windclan, never returning to their home after their narrow escape from Brokenstar and Tigerstar.
Spottedfire was alone, no apprentice or companion to help such a large clan, everyone else had been slaughtered. She had nearly been given Tawnykit as an apprentice, but she had disappeared mere days before her ceremony. Bramblepaw could hardly handle being a warrior apprentice in his isolated loneliness.
Leaving the clan with no cat to heal it, to bring it hope from even the dimmest of stars, she set off to find help. A group of loners and rogues who called themselves The Blood, led by a small black and white cat and a young ginger tom by his side. Scourge and Rust, those were the names they gave her. Those were the only names she learned before she was chased away back to the clans, running for her life from one danger to another.
It was either die at the hands of a rogue she had only just met, or see her clanmates one more time before Tigerstar took her out himself.
She knew she was being followed, and they where she went they'd chase and take over. It was selfish of her, to give not only her life but her loved ones by doing this, but perhaps it was better this way. They could find peace in Starclan, but they'd only live in fear if they stayed alive. Tigerclan did not survive the attack. Together, Rust and Scourge had made short work and a show of Tigerstar's death, and the rest followed.
"Fire alone will save the clan." She mewed, followed by a gasp and her looking around. Bluestar watched her curiously.
"Spottedleaf, what's wrong?"
Spottedleaf looked to her in confusion, disoriented from this sudden change in time. She remembered this night all too well, her doom had been written from the start. Looking back to the sky, she found it safe and sound. Not a single ember left a trace. The stars did not burn this time.
Looking back to Bluestar, Spottedleaf opened her mouth to say something, but saw something perfectly framed by the trees. A kittypet, sitting on his fence.
The fire was not in the sky. The fire was drenching him, his pelt swaying in the wind and the fire burning in his eyes.
"Fire alone will save the clan, Bluestar." And this time? She would make sure it would not fail.
