AN: Lets see what happens this chapter! You guys know Silverdawn, you really think she'll give up on Silverstripe?

Let us see...

~Topaz


Littleflower

Littleflower had been hunting most of the day with Ravenheart. She'd missed almost as many fish as she had caught, and she was frustrated. Her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Littleflower opened her eyes and found herself in a dark pine forest.

"Hello, Littleflower." Littleflower whirled, and found herself face to face with a black-speckled silver she-cat.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "Where am I?"

"I'm a Starclan cat named Silverdawn-" the she-cat began to introduce herself.

"No you're not," Littleflower interrupted, "This isn't Starclan. I've been in Starclan's hunting grounds. This…" She looked around, then her eyes widened. "This is the Dark Forest! You're a Dark Forest cat!"

"You're much more intelligent than your sister," Silverdawn purred, "But that doesn't mean I can't help you. Don't you want to be a better warrior? I can help you."

"No," Littleflower snarled, "This is wrong."

"Suit yourself." Suddenly, Littleflower felt very hot, and heard crackling behind her. Littleflower turned slowly, and found herself surrounded by flames. Silverdawn had disappeared. Panicking, Littleflower turned tail and ran. The flames followed her, burning and stinging and smoking. Smoke was getting in her lungs and her eyes and ears, stinging and hurting and making her cough. Littleflower ran for what seemed like ages, then collapsed. Everything went dark.

She drifted awake at one point. She couldn't see anything, but she heard worried murmuring. Then she fell asleep. It seemed moons until she woke. At least, Littleflower was pretty sure she was awake. Everything was still dark, though. Where was she? It smelled strongly of herbs, not other cats around her.

"You're up!" Nightfall sounded relieved.

"Why do I hurt so much?" Littleflower asked him, groaning softly as she shifted in her nest. "And when did I go to the medicine cat den?"

"Ravenheart and Frostlight carried you here," he told her, "They smelled smoke. Littleflower, you were burning." His voice was serious. "I don't know how its possible. You have a lot of bad burns. I did what I could, but…" He trailed off.

"Why can't I see?" Littleflower demanded.

"Your eyes were red and bleeding. I cleaned them and put a poultice on them, so you can't see through the poultice and cobwebs."

"Will I be able to see?"

"...I don't know. Your right eye is infected. I've done my best. Starclan knows what will happen. I'm sorry, Littleflower."

"Shes awake?"

"Ravenheart?" Littleflower looked up, trying in vain to locate him. A moment later, she felt his muzzle brush along her face. Littleflower leaned against Ravenheart's solid form, feeling utterly helpless.

"I'm right here," the tom murmured in her ear, "I won't leave you."