Trans Squirrelflight story

The beginning

(Picture by the talented Blixemi)

The beginning.
Squirrelflight heaved herself out of her moss nest, walking out of the den. It had been a half moon since she got her warrior name. She really liked it, like it matched her. She padded out of the den, slamming straight into Sandstorm, her mother.

"Well, how's my handsome son doing?" Sandstorm asked, smiling. Squirrelflight tensed immediately, her heart racing. She forced a smile quickly.

"I'm good, mother. Thank you." She nuzzled Sandstorm, her licking Squirrelflight's head. "I'm going to do some early hunting, if that's ok." She noticed Sandstorm nod, smiling. Squirrelflight quickly ran into the forest, walking around and looking for prey. This was how she normally got her mind off of cats calling her a tom. The truth was, she didn't like being a tom.

"Squirrelflight!" A cheerful voice interrupted her thoughts. She turned, seeing Sorreltail race to her. "What are you doing?" She asked. Squirrelflight felt herself bristle. She was jealous of the other shecats.

"I'm...I'm fine." Squirrelflight stammered, forcing the fur on her neck to lie flat. "I'm just hunting." Sorreltail looked at Squirrelflight, smiling. She padded away, Squirrelflight turning and walking down a path. The familiar smell of squirrel clouded her senses, and she immediately got into a hunter's crouch. She spotted the squirrel, padding slowly towards it. She pounces, pushing all of her anger of her being a tom into that pounce. Her eyes suddenly felt like they'd explode with tears. She knew who she would tell all of this to. The one cat she trusted more then any other cat in the world.

Leafpool.