The small, dark brown, white-patched she-kit's yellow eyes were bright with anxiousness. Not for her, but for the cat out in the flowering field. The blue-gray tom in the field had a circle of honey-sewn leaves over his eyes, and the she-kit watched as the medicine cat, Fernflight, rubbed a strong-scented herb of his nose. At the leader's command the tom snuffled through the flower field.
The field was large and overgrown with flowers. Though not of every color Hollowkit knew of, only of five colors: Red, orange, yellow, blue, and purple. Each stood for a different fate. The tom she knew as Bluepaw stopped at a patch of flowers and Hollowkit held her breath as he bent down and plucked a flower from its stem. Red.
"Fernflight," the large and powerfully built tom nodded his broad gray head to the apprentice.
In response to the name, Fernflight's silver tabby pelt flashed over to Bluepaw and raked her claws over the delicate leaves, freeing the tom's blue gaze to look down at the flower he was given. His eyes lit in fear and he looked up at their gray leader.
"Leave this Clan. You have picked the Red Flower. The Flower of Betrayal." Hollowkit remembered the stories she'd been told. When the Clan was first founded they picked flowers to decide just who was to be a warrior or a medicine cat. Every cat who had picked a red flower, which had stood for them being a warrior, became a traitor to the Clan, and so it was deemed "The Flower of Betrayal" and meant the cat who picked it was to leave the Clan. Hollowkit watched Bluepaw walk off, disheveled and defeated. She couldn't place how the shy and jittery blue-gray tom could ever betray the Clan.
'But the Flowers don't lie....'
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Pick A Flower
FanfictionFlowers are beautiful. Here they decide fates. Hollowkit's grown up on these Flowers' Fates, and she knows each flower's color's backstory and meaning. She's been raised to trust that the flowers never lie, but when her old friend, Bluepaw, picks th...
