Chapter 2
Flower gleam and glow
Cedarstar walked to highrock, with Daisy's scruff in her mouth. The clan cats walked to highrock. "We found this kit on the edge of Riverclan, alone. We have taken her in as Daisykit."
"You can't be serious!" Swiftclaw yowled, "It's a kit from Riverclan! She doesn't belong here, she can't save us!" In his voice, there was a hint of afraid.
"She does so!" Bossomspot walked up highrock, "It's in the prophecy!"
"You're crazier than a fox in a fit if you think a small, unimportant Riverclan outsider can save this clan from being torn apart! I don't care what Starclan thinks, this is crazy!" He stormed away and crawled into the Warriors Den.
"Apologies, Swiftclaw seems to be in a bad mood today, but this meeting is over." Cedarstar quickly mewed, and trotted off to the medicine den. It was a quick meeting, and the rest of the cats dispersed.
"Sorry, little one." Blossomspot said as she carried Daisykit over to the nursery. She sat Daisykit down on a moss bed, and walked up to a grey and black striped she-cat lying up against the wall "Jadestone, would you mind taking care of little Daisykit here?"
"Of course not," The she-cat said in a faint, tired voice, "I have plenty of milk, after all, I have only one kit." Blossomspot looked at her paws as she remembered Jadestone's other kit, who wandered off and was taken by dogs. Daisykit walked to Jadestone, and laid up against her.
It was many moons later, and Daisykit was finally an apprentice. She jumped for joy and mewed out loud, "Finally, Finally!" Of course, Daisypaw was still blind, but Starclan had heightened her other senses. Before she could even start her training with Littleear, Blossomspot walked in the Apprentices Den briskly, calling for Daisypaw. "Right here Blossomspot!" yelled the energetic daisypaw. She ran right to Blossomspot, and went on her way. She practically jumped around camp, very agile as she ducked under the fallen branch. She knew exactly where everything was, and when anything new came to the layout of the camp, she had a strange tingling behind her silver eyes, and she avoided it. It was like magic.
"Hello, Daisypaw!"
"Hello, Daisy!"
"Hi Daisypaw." all the cat chimed their greeting to the young apprentice. She knew all their identities by voice. The first one was Paleheart, a white she-cat with grey around her ears and paws. The second was her mentor, Littleear, and the third was the cat who practically raised her, Jadestone.
They got to Cedarstar's den, and Blossomspot called out, "Cedarstar, where are you?" The medicine cat looked inside the den, and Cedarstar called back,
"I'm right here."
"Okay! Daisypaw is here with me."
"Come on in then. I assume this is important."
Blossomspot came into the leader's den, with Daisypaw at her side, not even needing to feel Littleear, "I have a feeling there's going to be a battle soon. I think that we should involve Daisypaw. Something might happen." Blossomspot said.
"Good thinking. The faster we stop this civil war, the better." replied Cedarstar. "Does that sound alright with you, Daisypaw?"
Daisypaw nodded, "I would love to, it would be an honor-" She stopped, it was the clan civil war battle, she shouldn't be happy. Daisypaw blushed. The two older cats laughed. It was probably for the best.
"Okay. The next battle, we'll involve Daisypaw." Cedarstar said. A couple days later, the two sides of Thunderclan we're on opposite sides of the camp, the fur along their spines bristling. A battle was brewing. It was sunhigh, the two sides advanced slowly. Before they touched each other, Blossomspot nudged daisypaw, and Daisypaw tottered right between the two sides. "What? Is this your attempt to stop the war? An apprentice? From Riverclan, you are insane." Swiftclaw cried. Littleear and Swiftclaw looked at each other. One of them dipped his head. The other did the same.
Then they leapt. The battle raged for a few minutes, Littleear battled Echoheart, a black and orange dappled tom, nearly ripping off his ear. Swiftclaw, however, jumped on Littleears back, hissing as he scratched her pelt. Blossomspot and Spottedpaw would quickly round up the injured on the battlefield, and throw them into empty dens, with the idea that they will tend to them later. Two cats leaped at Daistpaw, the destined savior of Thunderclan, there jaws wide open and claws sharp. Daisypaw's eyes started glowing a bright silver, a Starclan silver. Brighter and brighter… It looked like Daisypaw would use some mystical power to defend herself, but then two cats started to attack daisy. One scratched her side, another bit her ear, her injuries were bad. A silver force, likely power related, pushed them away. They landed on their sides in the dust, wheezing heavily, but it was too late. Daisy fell to the ground, bleeding from many scratches and bites, and lay still.