Goldenblossom

Stars #245 MYO - link

-Demigirl (she-cat)

-Hunter --> Healer apprentice of LagoonClan

-Crafted her necklace when she became the Healer apprentice to honor StarClan's gifts and nature

-Adopted sister of Seastar

-Positively exploding with energy and silliness

-Lilac golden chinchilla with irregular high white and orange-yellow sectoral heterochromia

-100 moons

Her first patrol:

"Alright, what are we gonna fight today, Softpetal?" The more timid she-cat looked horrified and tutted, telling Goldenblossom that they were only out here to gather herbs for the clan. Goldenblossom sighed and got to work on searching.

“Are you certain there’s nothing to fight, today?”

Softpetal’s head lifted from the tall field grass. Her gaze found a set of gold-scarlet eyes ─ heterochromic eyes glinting with the rustic essence of leaf-fall ─ peering at her intently. The healer’s apprentice had asked the question for the second time that morning. She smothered a sigh, weaving through the grass towards Goldenblossom. “We’re just here to look for herbs. Did you… did you find any?”

The she-cat grinned, kicking a loose pebble to the side. “No, but I have something else.”

She blinked. “Wait… what─”

A blur of gold zipped past her.

Goldenblossom sailed through the thick grass, vaulting over a loose branch. Her fur streamed behind her as the wind swept over her shoulders. The she-cat’s gaze was focussed, dead-set on her target ─ a chittering creature, nibbling on a small tree-nut, its long, russet tail thumping against the ground. The critter never saw the whirlwind coming for it.

Softpetal exhaled, giving a slight shake of her head. Just… a squirrel. Of course. A squirrel. Nothing to fight… not really. Just… her fellow patroller’s version of an opponent. She flicked her tail, beckoning for Goldenblossom to return.

A light-furred blur rocketed through the foliage, weaving through the trees. Shadows dappled her gold pelt as she moved. Goldenblossom. "Hey, Smokestorm! We have an━ oof.” Her head clipped the side of the tree, sending the she-cat pitching towards the dirt.

Goldenblossom shook her head, staggering to her paws. Mud marred her pale coat as a cloud of dust rose around her. “I’m fine, really! Uh… come with me. There’s a situation with some loner. They call them Fennel or something?”

Smokestorm’s brows furrowed. “Take me to them.”

credit to viviane for all the cool stories