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Ivypool X Blossomfall!

A bouquet of flowers lay at Blossomfall’s nest. Feather’s lined the edge, feathers that weren’t there before. She smiled. After a long day of getting yelled at for wanting a bit of attention, she could get some rest. “Thank you, whoever you are,” she whispered. Soon she drifted off to sleep. Instead of the Dark Forest, she was greeted with a sandy shore, and beautiful flowers and birds. Ivypool waded from the waters. “Ivypool!” She shrieked happily. “Hello, Blossomfall,” Ivypool greeted. She seemed like a dream in this light. They chatted and played like kits, and every time Blossomfall glanced at Ivypool, her heart soared. “Ivypool?” She mewed. Alarm surged in her chest, telling her to run like the wind, but she stayed put. “Yes?” Ivypool responded anxiously. “Willyoubemymate?” Blossomfall rushed. Ivypool beamed with happiness. “Of course, I will, Blossomfall!” Then she woke up. Blossom looked around to see Ivy leaving the den, with the scent of flowers on her pelt. Another bouquet was dropped at her nest. “Busted,” Ivypool whispered. “No, no, It’s fine!” She greeted Ivypool. “Quite the opposite really,” She mumbled. Ivypool looked embarrassed and shy, unlike her usual character. “Ivypool…” She mumbled. “Yes?”
“Willyoubemymate?”
Ivypool looked shocked. Then responded. “Of course, I will, Mouse-brain!” She ruffled Blossomfall’s head fluff. This isn’t a dream, Blossomfall thought happily. It’s real!

If I may, I shall make a Shape-shifting cat(Or really close to shape-shifting) fan-fic as a second entry.

Silver Wishes PART 1

“Kits, let me tell you a tale… A tale of woe and joy. The tale of Reflectionwish, a past medicine cat of ThunderClan,” Yewberry mewed dramatically, and before the kits knew it, they could see the story in front of them.

Reflectionkit clumsily padded out of the den, pelt gleaming in the sun. “Keep your beautiful tortoiseshell fur clean, Reflectionkit!” Their father called. My fur is silver! they thought scornfully. My mother’s a tortoiseshell. They purposefully rolled in mud to spite Flarepelt. Their mother, Turtlesnap, came running. “Your beautiful ginger fur! What have you done, Reflectionkit?” She snapped. They wanted to yowl that their pelt was an unearthly silver, but kept quiet. Dark ginger fur loomed behind them. It was Squirrelstar. “Ginger fur? Tortoiseshell fur? I thought Reflectionkit was a brown tabby, like Bramblestar… I can see him in you, Reflectionkit. You have his eyes,” She mewed, clearly confused. “Don’t be absurd! They have ginger fur and green eyes, just like Flarepelt!” Turtlesnap snapped at the leader. Flarepelt walked in. “Reflectionkit has their mother’s pelt and eyes, blue like the sun-drown-place!” Reflectionkit felt like screaming, screaming their pelt wasn’t brown, or ginger, or tortoiseshell. They want to screech in their faces their pelt was silver! She managed to tone it down, but not stop it. “Please,” It was barely more than a whisper. “Stop fighting…” They shrank and shrank as more cats joined in. “I thought their pelt was cream!” “Their fur is clearly gray, mouse-brains!” They couldn’t take it, and ran blindly, not noticing they were completely exiting camp, and nobody noticed, for they were deep in argument.