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Here’s my entry! I hope you like it!

Word count ~ 2,529
Character count ~ 15,153

Characters

Rosesky – A rose-colored she-cat with soft, sky-blue eyes
Lilystripe – A brown she-cat with soft, sky-blue eyes
Embershade – A rose-colored tom with sharp, golden eyes
Slatestar – A white she-cat with dark brown eyes
Moondapple – A grey tom with dark blue eyes
Songfang – A night black tom with dark green eyes
Blossompool – A brown tabby she-cat with silver eyes
Vixenleaf – A brown and white tabby tom with amber eyes
Fennelpaw – A brown tabby tom with black stripes and dark green eyes
Harepaw/Hareclaw – A pale brown tom with black spots and gentle silver eyes
Minnowpaw/Minnowstream – A dark grey she-cat with wide, leaf-green eyes

Rising Flames: The tragic story of a fatal fire

“Rosesky?” A quiet mew sounded. Her apprentice, Minnowpaw, was shifting her paws nervously. “What will we do today?” Minnowpaw asked, not meeting her gaze. Rosesky felt her heart ache with sympathy for the young she-cat. Minnowpaw’s brother, Elkpaw, had died only a quarter moon ago due to getting hit on the Thunderpath. Her other littermates and parents, Songfang, Blossompool, Fennelpaw and Harepaw were devastated.
“We’ll go hunting,” Rosesky responded. She forced herself to sound cheerful. Just for Minnowpaw.
“How can you be cheerful after everything that’s happened?” Minnowpaw mumbled. That was true. Most of the clan had died off when Greencough struck. Rosesky let out a sigh.
“Let’s go,” she murmured, and Minnowpaw followed reluctantly. As they reached a clearing, she luckily scented prey.
“Do you scent that?” She asked her apprentice. Minnowpaw nodded, her gaze becoming bright. Rosesky opened her mouth and detected a squirrel trail.
“I found a mouse trail,” Minnowpaw said, excited.
“Let’s split up,” Rosesky suggested. Minnowpaw nodded, and Rosesky heard light steps. The squirrel’s near, she thought. She dropped down and slid forward, barely making any noise. She pushed herself through the bushes and saw the squirrel. It was chewing on a nut. She tensed her muscles, and leaped. The squirrel let out a squeal as it saw her, but it was too late. She bit down on its neck, and the snap of bone made it obvious it was dead. As she padded back to the clearing, she saw Minnowpaw sitting down with her mouse at her paws.
“Great job,” Rosesky praised. “Let’s get back to camp.” As they trotted back to the camp, Rosesky scented smoke. She froze, her fur lifting.
“Rosesky?” Minnowpaw asked around her mouse. Minnowpaw looked frightened, her dark grey fur bushing up. “Do you smell that?” Rosesky nodded stiffly. Suddenly, a weird noise that hurt her ears sounded. Wailing, it seemed.
“Run!” Rosesky screeched. “Back to the camp!” A huge red monster pulled up in the distance, and Twolegs wearing bright colored pelts had huge snakes that shot out water at the distant fire. As they burst into the camp, Slatestar had jumped up onto a tree branch and surveyed the distant flames.
“We’re alright,” she called. “The Twolegs are putting it out.” Rosesky panted, dropping her squirrel, and Minnowpaw slumped to the ground, also dropping her catch.
“When the Twolegs are gone, we should check the damage,” Vixenleaf called. Slatestar nodded with agreement, and Rosesky finally caught her breath.
“I thought the whole forest would catch on fire,” Minnowpaw admitted. Blossompool hurried to her kit and pressed against her, and Blossompool trembled with relief.
“We’re all safe,” Slatestar mewed. “If another fire does occur, though, we can’t always rely on the Twolegs. We need to be prepared.”
“What will we do?” Embershade called. He didn’t sound hopeful.
“There’s a path here, leading towards the river, but it’s partially hidden by brambles,” Moondapple called. Slatestar hurried towards it, inspecting it.
“Moondapple, you, Embershade, Rosesky, and Fennelpaw can clear it.” Rosesky padded over and saw a narrow pathway. She hauled a strip of bramble thorns away, and then kept tearing away strips of brambles. Moondapple, Embershade and Fennelpaw did the same, and soon the pathway was cleared.
“I’ll check it,” Fennelpaw said, padding towards it. A faint roaring sounded, now that the brambles were removed. They seemed to have blocked the sound. Perhaps it’s the river, Rosesky thought. She cautiously padded through the narrow path, and kept going. Fennelpaw was looking down, sniffing. Suddenly he bolted forward, and a far, far drop was directly in front of him.
“Fennelpaw! No!” She screeched. Yet Fennelpaw couldn’t stop in time, and he desperately tried to cling onto the wet ground that the raging river below had caused. It was a gorge, and on the other side of the gorge was the actual, calmer river. Rosesky rushed forward, and grasped Fennelpaw by the paw. Rosesky tried hauling him up, but Fennelpaw met her gaze. His dark green eyes were wide and full of pain.
“Let me go,” he said. Rosesky froze.
“What?” She gasped.
“Let me go,” Fennelpaw repeated. “We both know that you can’t’ save me.” Rosesky tried, but her hind paws began to slip.
“Let go before you fall in too!” Fennelpaw snapped. “Losing me isn’t as bad as losing both of us.” Rosesky was full of disbelief, but she let go. Fennelpaw slipped and fell, and he let out a startled screech that was cut off short as he met the water. And she could barely see him as he was swept away. She backed away, and jumped the gap, running along the edge of the gorge.
“Fennelpaw! Fennelpaw!” She called. She could barely glimpse his brown pelt as he went under. She ran back and jumped the gap, and she burst out of the pathway, eyes glazed.
“Where’s Fennelpaw?” Moondapple demanded. Rosesky met his gaze.
“He fell,” she whispered.
“In the river?” Moondapple asked, bewildered. “You know how to swim. The river is calm!”
“It was a gorge,” she responded. “He fell in. I caught him, but he told me to let go.” Blossompool let out a wail of grief, and Songfang pressed against his mate, eyes hollow with sorrow. Moondapple brushed his pelt against hers.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “You couldn’t have saved him.” Yet Rosesky still felt guilty. Why did he want me to let go?

Rosesky cheered for the two newly made warriors.
“Minnowstream! Hareclaw!” She felt pride rush through her. Ever since the incident, Minnowpaw had tried her absolute hardest. The clan had gotten over Fennelpaw’s death, even though it was unexpected. Rosesky purred as she sat close beside her mate, Moondapple. Minnowstream padded to her, eyes shining.
“Thank you for mentoring me, Rosesky,” Minnowstream mewed. Rosesky dipped her head.
“Anytime,” she mewed. Blossompool hurried forward to congratulate her daughter and son, her gaze brimming with affection. Rosesky suddenly scented smoke. It’s just my imagination, she thought. But it got stronger, and the cats began coughing. A crackling sound echoed throughout the forest.
“Fire!” Rosesky screeched, fur bushed. The fire’s glow became closer, and she backed away.
“Through the gorge pathway!” Slatestar ordered. Embershade and Lilystripe raced through first. They both successfully leapt the gap, and Moondapple did as well. Blossompool and Songfang made the jump, and so did the rest. But Hareclaw scrabbled desperately as he tried to haul himself up. Minnowstream grabbed him by the scruff, and she strained. But it was no use, and both of them began falling into the gorge. Songfang raced forward, grabbing Minnowstream’s tail. But he let go, and both of the new warriors fell in.
“Minnowstream! Hareclaw!” Blossompool screeched. The fire was swallowing the entrance to the camp. It rushed towards them, and Blossompool was frozen. Songfang nuzzled his mate comfortingly.
“Come on,” he urged. “We’ll be safe soon.” The fire was making its way through the pathway. Blossompool seemed hypnotized, and Suddenly the fire was at the other side of the gorge. A wind blew, and sparks from the fire flew onto the dense undergrowth, surrounding both of the cats.
“Run!” Slatestar snapped. The six remaining cats bolted through the pathway, and they emerged to see the river.
“The stones,” Slatestar said. “Let’s get as far away as we possibly can.” Lilystripe stared at the raging fire.
“Blossompool and Songfang… were…”
“Burned alive,” Vixenleaf confirmed sadly. His eyes were full of grief. Blossompool had been his littermate.
“Come on,” Slatestar urged. “We need to move, now!” They began leaping across the stepping stones. Vixenleaf leapt on the first rock, and he slipped and fell. He knocked his head against another rock, and he fell unconscious, bobbing in the water.
“Vixenleaf! Wake up!” Moondapple screeched. Rosesky dove in, swimming desperately towards the tom.
“Wake up!” She gasped. Vixenleaf’s eyes were hollow, and he wasn’t awake. She shook him, hard, yet he still didn’t wake up. Suddenly, the current started to sweep them away. I’m not ready to die yet! She thought, gritting her teeth as he kept Vixenleaf above the surface. She tossed him onto the bank, and she swam towards it. Moondapple extended his paw. She grabbed it, and he hauled her up, and she looked at Vixenleaf. He wasn’t breathing. Rosesky pumped at his chest, and repeated it several times, but it didn’t work. A narrow trickle of water came out of his mouth, but otherwise, nothing. Rosesky closed his eyes and sighed. Suddenly the fire emerged on the other side of the river.
“We need to go,” Slatestar hissed. “Now!”
“But what’s about Vixenleaf’s body?” Rosesky snarled. “We can’t just leave him here!”
“He was a true warrior,” Slatestar murmured. “And we will always honor him. But now, to honor him, let’s make it out alive.” They raced away, the fire crossing the river and swallowing Vixenleaf’s body when Rosesky turned around. They stumbled across a Thunderpath, and she saw several monsters zooming past, and Twolegs staring at the fire. A Twoleg yowled something at another, and a wailing bright red monster pulled up.
“Hide!” Slatestar whispered. They darted to hiding places, and Rosesky dove into a rabbit hole alongside Moondapple.
“Why did our clanmates have to die like this?” She asked, her voice full of pain. Moondapple met her gaze.
“We will survive this,” he murmured. “I’ll make sure of that.” A sound of water shooting out of something was clearly noticeable above. Twolegs yowling. More monsters wailing. Dogs barking. Rosesky pressed against her mate, trembling with terror. Suddenly, a wave of heat rolled into Rosesky. The fire’s crackling sounded above.
“We need to go,” Moondapple gasped. “Before the fire traps us!” They shot out of the hole, and to Rosesky’s horror she saw the limp bodies of the Twolegs, burned by the fire as it raged towards them. Slatestar and Rosesky’s parents ran across the Thunderpath. But as Rosesky whipped around, she briefly met her father’s golden gaze before a grey monster hit him, he was flung far away, and lay limp in the middle of the Thunderpath. Lilystripe watched, frozen in place as her mate’s life ended right before her eyes. Lilystripe let out a choking cry, and buried her muzzle into Rosesky’s fur. Rosesky was horrified, but couldn’t speak. Soon Lilystripe’s gaze hardened.
“Let’s keep going,” she mewed, her voice raw with grief but her eyes full of determination. “For Embershade.” It was just the four of them. The fire rushed towards the monsters, and they screeched and swerved to avoid it. Twolegs ran out of their monsters in the other direction. Some stuck in monsters were burned, screeching with pain as their lives were gone. The four of them raced towards the opposing forest. Soon, barking sounded. Two huge dogs ran behind them, their tongues lolling out of their mouths and their beady eyes gleaming. Lilystripe turned around and lunged at them, claws unsheathed, slashing at their eyes. They howled with agony.
“Go!” Lilystripe snarled. “While I can still hold them off!” Why is everything trying to kill us? Rosesky thought, traumatized. Moondapple shoved her forward, and the trio burst into the forest. Slatestar’s eyes narrowed as the barking became closer. Clearly the dogs had finished Lilystripe off and were still craving blood.
“I’ll finish them,” Slatestar growled.
“But-” Rosesky was cut off.
“I have three lives to spare,” Slatestar hissed. “You both only have one.” The dogs burst into the same clearing as them, and they were badly scratched.
“Go!” Slatestar snapped. “And that’s an order!” Rosesky and Moondapple ran, ignoring the shrieks of agony from Slatestar in the distance.

They both ran, and ran, until they came to a gang of cats. They turned to face them. Rosesky, already terrified, backed away. A she-cat leapt down from a rock and padded towards them. Her fur gave off a ghostly glow.
“Welcome,” she purred. “It’s nice to see you.” Moondapple and Rosesky exchanged confused glances, then looked at the she-cat.
“Who are you?” Rosesky asked.
“I’m Jaystream,” the she-cat said. “One of my friends is keeping me visible right now.” Jay slightly faded. “Oh! Well, I guess it’s time to go. Nice meeting you.” A tom panted as Jaystream disappeared.
“We’re just a group of cats who just want to live in peace,” The tom said after catching his breath. “I’m Leaf.”
“I’m Rosesky, and this is Moondapple,” Rosesky said politely. Leaf’s eyes brightened.
“Would you like to join us?” He asked. Rosesky nodded eagerly. “To explain what happened just now, I have the ability to see ancestors who stayed behind from the Resting Place of Stars to watch over us.” Rosesky’s eyes brightened.
“Do you have a leader? A medicine cat? A deputy?” Moondapple asked. Leaf tipped his head.
“Well, you could say I’m a healer… Spot is the second in command, and Smoke is our leader.” This could work, Rosesky thought excitedly. This will be our new home. Cats gave them friendly gazes, and as time went on, they transformed the group into a clan called ForestClan, in honor of Rosesky and Moondapple’s old home. Spot became deputy and was renamed Spotclaw by Smoke, who was renamed Smokestar, and Leaf became Leafcloud. But one day…

“Rosesky!” Moondapple gasped. “Leafcloud, let me see her!”
“Alright,” Leafcloud said quietly. “But please… she’s tired.” Rosesky couldn’t focus her gaze on her mate. Darkness crowded at the edges of her vision. Three kits lay at her belly.
“Rosesky…” Moondapple whispered. “Rosesky, please.” Rosesky’s entire world went black, and she couldn’t hear or see anything. She awoke in a starry clearing.
“Am I… dead?” She gasped.
“You are,” a voice said. A little she-kit looked up at her with Embershade’s golden eyes.
“Goldenkit!” Rosesky purred. She saw a glittering pool.
“Can I watch my kits from here?” She asked. Goldenkit nodded, and Rosesky touched the pool with her paw. Her three kits lay at Hazelstripe’s belly. Moondapple watched them alongside Hazelstripe’s other kit, Furzekit. She peered closer, and could hear the conversation.
“I want to name this one Rosekit, this one Sagekit, and this one Mistlekit,” Moondapple murmured. Rosesky’s heart swelled. He’s named her after me. She looked at Goldenkit, and her kin and clan who were padding closer. It’s time to let go. She padded away, the image shattering. But these rising flames will never stop me from remembering.

I have two secret pages ahahaha