Heatherstar's destiny by Chocolatemeerkat (read dune TXT) 📖

The moon gleamed in the clear, still sky. The light from the moon reflected into a river nearby. Close by, 4 cats were talking in low voices.
"I don't see why we have to rely on kittypets to lead a clan." One of them spat angrily. "They just lounge around all day eating kittypet slop." Another small cat stared hard. "You may have hated kittypets, Darktail. But that doesn't mean you have to hate them now. Yes, I know that they killed your mother, but that's not a excuse." She meowed in her soft, quiet voice.
"Seaheart has a point. Why don't you acutally listen to her instead of complaining all the time?" The smallest cat meowed. "You're grumpier than an elder!" Darktail snorted and decided to try fishing in the river. Seaheart sighed and turned to the final cat, who hadn't spoken much at all. "Are you alright, Blackeyes? I know Fishpaw was a bit offensive to you, being an elder and all." The elder lifted his head and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine thank you. Fishpaw is only young, anyway. She will learn from us, not her clan." Seaheart looked at the little apprentice as she bounded into the bracken after a squirrel. "Yes, but she was too young to die. I just fear with this new clan that more young cats will die. We must send someone who will help the clan."
"What about some cats?" Blackeyes suggested. Darktail looked up from his fishing. "Or what about a whole clan?" He said grumpily. Seaheart cuffed him around the head and padded away. "I'll discuss the matter with the leaders." The she-cat padded through the forest, her starry pelt shining in the moonlight. She eventually found 4 cats resting under a willow tree, and went up to them. "There's a small matter I would like to discuss with you." She meowed. One of them, a tall black and white tom with green eyes, sat up and smiled. "Go on."
"The new clan... Blackeyes and I have suggested that we send some cats to help them learn how to be a clan." Seaheart said. The same tom rose to his paws and stared. "And this is because?" Seaheart was silent, but luckily for her, a small light brown she-cat challenged the other leader. "You be quiet, Tallstar. What young Seaheart is suggesting is a useful idea and would help this clan to thrive. Maybe we could consider it a go, but just a few. None of them will be leader. The cat whom we have selected is perfect. It is her destiny to lead this new clan." Tallstar was silent now, and Seaheart gave the other leader a thankful glance. "Thanks, Heartstar, for proving my point." Heartstar nodded, and turned to the other two leaders. "Lightstar and Smallstar would have agreed." They nodded their heads and Heartstar looked back at Seaheart. "We will accept your idea." The young warrior smiled. "Ok. I'll tell Blackeyes." She rushed back to the river. Darktail and Fishpaw were sharing a small squirrel, whilst Blackeyes sat by the river, staring in. Seaheart padded over to the elder. "The leaders, apart from Tallstar, has accepted." She annonced. Blackeyes gave a low growl. "Tallstar has never been kind to BrightClan cats, neither FoxClan cats like you. I take it Heartstar stuck up for you?" Seaheart nodded, but glanced at Darktail. "Maybe that's why Darktail has such a temper. Because he was a RainClan cat, led by Tallstar." She then stared at Fishpaw. "Atleast Smallstar was a decent leader to TwilightClan."
"I can't believe though our clans are no more." Blackeyes sighed sadly. "It was a terrible thing even StarClan couldn't predict."
"Yes, but this new clan is the future." Seaheart reminded him gently. "If this cat we have picked becomes a great leader, then our mission to create a new clan has worked."


These are the cats mentioned in the first chapter:

Heather(star)- A silvery grey cat with white patches and blue eyes, lives with Twolegs.

Sugar(paw)- A white she-cat with green eyes, lives in an abandoned barn.

Fluffy(paw)- A dark brown tabby tom with black stripes and amber eyes, lives in an abandoned barn.

Tom(foot)- A long-haired grey tom with yellow eyes, lives with the Twolegs.

Rose(heart)- A redish-brown she-cat with yellow eyes, loner.

Barley(paw)- A black and white tom with blue eyes, lives with the Twolegs.

Night(sparrow)- A pitch black she-cat with white tipped ears and green eyes, loner.

Ellie(paw)- A small ginger she-cat with white paws and hazel eyes, lives in an abandoned barn.

The beams of the blazing sun shone through the Twolegplace. Heather loved sunny days like this, she could sunbathe or talk to the other cats in the other gardens, catching up on the latest gossip. But what Heather dreamed of was a life away from her housefolk. She wanted to be a forest cat, living out in the wild.
Her thoughts were disturbed when one of her housefolk, a Twoleg kit, came and stroked Heather's back. "Hello kitty." Heather purred and rubbed her head against her arm. The kit giggled and picked her up, taking her outside. She then put Heather down on the ground and shut the door. Heather sighed and padded up to the fence, where her friend Barley lived.
Suddenly, Heather heard a loud yapping sound, coming from the den in front of her's. Quietly, she tip-toed towards the fence and scanned it for a hole she could look into. She eventually found a small one, cutting into the ground. Heather crawled into the hole and gave a little gasp.
There was a huge dog, chasing after a small white she-cat. She didn't have a collar, so Heather guessed she was a forest cat. She hadn't seen her before. The white she-cat darted up a tree and sat on a high branch, panting. The dog was still yapping excitedly below, but thankfully one of the Twolegs started yelling, and the dog trotted back into his den. Heather took this moment to venture into there and meet the brave young she-cat. She padded up to the tree and looked up. "Who are you, stranger?"
"Sugar." The cat replied grumpily, sticking her nose in the air. Heather sighed. Her name was sweet, but she had a sour tone to her voice. Despite this, Heather continued trying to make conversation. "I'm Heather. Have you moved in with your housefolk close by?" She asked kindly. Sugar gave a loud snort of annoyence. "I haven't got a proper home. I live with my brother and my friend away from the Twolegs."
"Where abouts do you live?" Heather questioned. "Do you live in the forest?" Sugar's ears pricked up. "No. I live in an abandoned barn, not too far away. I wish to live in the forest though, one day." Heather smiled. "I have the same dreams as you, but I live with my housefolk over there." She flicked her tail in direction of her den. Sugar twitched her whiskers, but then looked at the kittypet. "Would you like to come back with my to our barn? Nice and cozy up there, we've got plenty of food to share." Heather stared at her, and then gave a wide grin. "Of course! I'd love to!" Sugar smiled and climbed down the tree, flicking her tail in direction of a small gap in the fence. "We'll go this way, it's the safest if you want to avoid dogs and Twolegs."
"I'm bigger than you though, are you sure I'll fit through that tiny gap?" Heather asked anxiously, worried she might not get to explore Sugar's barn. The little she-cat stared at the gap, and then started running towards it. She bashed her head into a small area above the hole and a chunk of the fence came out. Heather gave a small gasp again, but Sugar poked her head through. "Is that big enough for your liking?" Heather nodded, ran up to the hole and crawled through. Sugar nodded, and pointed her muzzle forwards. "Let's go."

Within a few minutes, Sugar and Heather arrived at the barn. Heather was trembling with excitement, as she had never been away from her housefolk before. The futhest she had been was to Barley's garden and back.
"Wait here a moment, I'm just checking no one's invaded." Sugar meowed before padding through a small gap in the doors. Heather waited paitently, her heart pounding with fear and happiness. Sugar then reappeared. "You can come in." Heather followed Sugar through the gap and into the barn.
The barn was huge and airy, with hay scattered all over the place. There was a small loft, and above it there was a glass thing which let in the sunlight. Heather looked at it. "What's that shiny thing?"
"A window." Sugar replied simply. "It was here when we came here." Heather tilted her head to the side. "Who's 'we'?" Sugar laughed. "Oh! I forgot to introduce a couple of friends. Wait here, I'll fetch them." Heather watched the little she-cat as she disappeared again, into the shadows. She could hear a couple of muffled voices, followed by a growl. Sugar eventually appeared, followed by 2 other cats. "Introduce yourselves, guys." A small dark brown tabby tom with black stripes padded forward. "I'm Fluffy." He said gruffly. "Welcome to the barn." Sugar cuffed him around the head, and then looked back at Heather. "Excuse Fluffy here, he didn't get much sleep last night."
"Hrmf!" Fluffy growled. Sugar then flicked her tail in the other cat's direction, a small ginger she-cat with white paws. "And this is Ellie. She's lovely once you gain her trust." Ellie dipped her head in respect to Heather. "Greetings. It's nice to meet someone outside the barn."
"Hi. I'm Heather. Nice to meet you both." Heather replied. Ellie smiled. "Do you want a mouse? We've got plenty up here." Heather nodded and the ginger she-cat rushed up the ladder towards the loft. She came back down later with a plump mouse in her jaws. "Eat and enjoy." Heather looked at the mouse. She had never eaten anything out of the forest before, so she was a bit nervous to look like a fool. Slowly, she took a small bite out of the mouse.
"What do you think? Nice?" Sugar asked. Heather lifted her head up. "It's delicious!" She explained. "I've never tasted anything so tasty in my whole life." Ellie smiled. "You need to get used to it if you're going to stay." Sugar shook her head. "Oh no. Heather's a kittpet, living with the Twolegs. I met her whilst I was escaping an dog."
"What's a kittypet?" Heather asked, puzzled. Fluffy just glared at her. "Kittypets are wimpy cats that live with Twolegs that lounge around all day eating kittypet slop." He growled. Heather hissed angrily. "Say that to my face, you piece of dirt!" Fluffy was about to repeat it when