five_clans_by_xxinsanekittycatxx-daelvr6

Wildflower padded off to the side and caught a mouse in a bramble bush. It was still pouring rain, and as Wildflower settled down to eat they felt the urge to heat up again. They willed a small fire to start in front of her and light of a small patch of dandelions, but instead of killing it with fire, the plant just withered. At the same time, they noticed an amber glow, like when they used their fire powers, but this time, they were unaware of where it came from. Startled, Wildflower got up to sniff through the dead stem, only to be surprised again by their fur glowing golden and the dandelion burst up in flames. Flames…

Wildflower was with her siblings again, Starshine and Sunflower. They were in their den, a small juniper bush, and a dry summer breeze ruffled the tops of their ears. The summer heat was brutal, and Wildflower couldn’t get much sleep. She could tell that her siblings were dying of the heat, too. Wildflower decided to get a drink of water from the nearby stream. Sunflower shuffled in his sleep.
“Starshine?” he mumbled their sister’s name.
“No,” Wildflower whispered. “Wildflower. I’m getting a drink, sleep well.” She ducked out from under the bush and breathed in the hot summer night air. The stream she was going to flowed through the meadow that she lived in, parallel to the forest. Perhaps she could catch a mouse there for later, too.
Wildflower lapped at the stream, feeling the warm water refresh her insides. Suddenly, she felt the heat intensify, and look up into the sky, to find flocks of birds flooding the skies. Weird, she thought. It’s nowhere near fall yet. She realized that small rodents and water voles swarmed at her feet, and was about to jump at one in the grass when she saw it. A bright red, malicious wall of flames stood where the trees used to be, and catching to the dry grass much too quickly.
“No!” Wildflower gasped. She ran as fast as her small body could towards her siblings, towards the flames. “Starshine! Sunflower!” The fire was catching too quick, and when she was close enough to see the dip in the meadow where their bush was, the fire had already spread past the juniper bush, and Wildflower couldn’t even tell where it was. “Starshine! Sunflower!” Where did they go? The flames were about to take Wildflower too. She ran back to the stream, yelling for her siblings with her dry throat. They couldn’t have died, the fire must have been too hot, they couldn’t have stayed there…

Wildflower had been up searching for hours. The sun was barely up and was already spreading heat across the lands. The fire had stopped at the stream, leaving one side of the meadow completely burnt and the other side untouched. The flames had died down when there was no more grass to be burnt. Wildflower stared into the sky. Where did they go?

It had been four moons since the wildfire. The summer heat had passed, and the air was cool and refreshing. Wildflower still had seen no trace of her siblings. They seemed to have disappeared, and the only reasonable explanation is that they died in the fire, or a fox killed them. And Wildflower was starting to adjust to the fact that they were gone.

Another half-moon. Prey at this time of year was the best, yet Wildflower was thin. She wouldn’t survive the winter. The moon was shining, and Wildflower was about to settle down in a clearing. She did this so hopefully a fox could kill her in the night. Or she’d freeze.
She was just about to fall asleep when she felt something poking her flank. Hopefully a fox, she thought.
“Hey,” a soft voice said, an old she-cat. Wildflower opened her eyes to find a white tortoiseshell, her silhouette against the moon. “Get up, a fox will kill you,” she whispered.
“Let me die in peace,” Wildflower said back, and rested her chin on her paws.
“Isn’t she lovely,” the she-cat said to herself. “I’m Twisted Violet. Call me Violet.” Wildflower wasn’t going to introduce herself, but suddenly felt a wave of pain, reminding her of her sorrow, and the endless suffering this world could cause. Her father, her mother and her brother, her other two siblings, Starshine, Sunflower… She wanted nothing to do with that.
“Call me Wildflower,” they murmured. “And call me by they.”