I got the picture off of google! Link to the official studio: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/51676094/
⚠️Warning⚠️ there is talk about death, blood, gore and mature topics. There is no cuss words though, and it is child appropriate! ✨Chapter 3✨ Flowerstar closed her eyes, wishing she hadn’t said what she just said. Had she really gave her clan away to a cat who killed for fun? She hoped it was a dream, and squeezed her eyes shut. “Flowerstar gave her clan away to me,” MoonStar bellowed making cats stare at Flowerstar, who was under his claws. Hi amber eyes skirted around the crowd, looking for any cats who would protest. But no one did. “Now, drag her into the cave,” MoonStar hissed. He lowered his voice, “But keep her alive, we’ll need her to talk to Starclan who refuses to talk to me!” Cats walked Flowerstar away from what she knew, what she loved. Cats took her to the cave, which had lots of slots, perfect for keeping multiple cats trapped. It was a prison, ment to keep cats who rebelled to the two clan leader, MoonStar. He already had ShadowClan, why did he need to take over ThunderClan? Flowerstar didn’t know the answer to that question. The cats shoved her into one of the slots, and used all of the strength they had to move giant, heavy rocks in front of Flowerstar. “You couldn’t keep your clan, could you, kittypet?” one of the guards asked, laughing. Flowerstar stayed silent, staring at the trickle of water that ran through the floor, a trickle of water that she could never reach. This was the only monster of a clan left, since WindClan and RiverClan left for a bigger forest. Flowerstar curled up, her tail on her snout. It dawned upon her, she was Flowerthron again. Flowerstar was asleep, and the cat before was back. He smiled brightly at her. “Hi, again! Flowerstar…. Your name feels wrong, but feels right,” He said, studying her. “Hello, you haven’t told me your name yet, have you?” Flowerstar asked, circling the cat. “To the stars, your Flowerstar, but to the forest, and the creek, and the wind, you’re Flowerthorn,” the cat said, which was strangely smart talking about how the cat acted. Flowerstar looked the the ground, sadness filled her body. “I’m sorry!” The cat said, running over to comfort her. His ghostly form flickered. “You have to go!”
