Here's a Speckledove chapter!
I don't know the person who stated, "Ignorance is bliss", and don't always agree, but maybe this should be in play with poor Speckledove.

When you're desperate, you'll believe anything.
~Ebonyfire

Chapter 2:

Speckledove rummaged hurriedly through the thick undergrowth around her. Would it be here? She didn't know, but it was worth trying, she didn't need another problem on her paws. For moons the prophecy had stumped her and finally, she realized maybe she was looking in the wrong direction the whole time.

The medicine cat had always assumed it had to revolve around that poor kit Dawnpaw, but after the battle, which was only a few sunrises ago, she had her doubts on how reliable the winged apprentice was. She was in the middle of a complete emotional and mental breakdown. To murder at such a young age, to lose family, it left some deep scars. For the last few days she had woken up from the poppy-seed induced sleep screaming and crying. It was terrifying for some, a couple of the elders theorized that a dark forest cat had possessed her when she killed Bluebird, and now it was torturing her mind. Of course that wasn't true, but, there still needed to be an end to it.

The grey she-cat was searching through the unknown woods, the most shaded woodland in all of their territory, in hopes of finding a numbing agent, not for wounds, but thoughts and emotions. The natural antidepressant was called "Roseroot", and now it was the only key to calming Dawnpaw's madness.

As she searched on she began to get lost in thought. Speckledove's first theories were unclear, but she began to think over and over about it. "The Leaf-bare of Darkness", as she called it, mentioned in the prophecy was a storm of "dark hearts". Dark hearts? Possibly the cruel and evil, cats with hearts of shadow. But what about Dawnpaw? Surely after the display of color at her birth must have meant she was intertwined somehow?

Speckledove muttered few things under her breath, moving to a different patch of undergrowth. Maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't be focusing it all on Dawnpaw. Could it be that this "light" was only connected to Dawnpaw? She got up and walked towards the river, faintly babbling in the distance, there was no use to keep looking now, it was getting dark anyway.

The grey dappled medicine cat came to a halt, was that? No, it had to have been. Those were a cat's pawsteps, someone was here.

"Who's there?!" she yowled out into the shadowy forest, and the hurried sound of pawsteps was faintly heard. Immediately she raced after the cat, it might be a Rainclan spy! The dark woods soon slowed her, rarely ever being here before was one cause other than the falling darkness as twilight approached. She was determined though, and she swerved around a tree, ready to catch this intruder, but suddenly, as she burst forward, her paw became painfully entangled in some brambles and she fell onto her belly, her paw sliding out with a chunk of fur staying behind.

"Argh?!" she spat as she realized the chase was over, the excitement fading as she assumed the enemy was getting away. Speckledove licked her injured paw and tried to apply pressure onto it as she set it to the forest floor. She flinched, this was definitely going to swell up if she didn't get back quick.

She looked side to side for any herb she could use to wrap this when something caught her eye. She gaped for a moment before closing her mouth and shutting her eyes, giving a silent prayer to Starclan. It must have been Starclan, and she forgot all about the mysterious cat, for before her was a large patch of Roseroot.

She scooted over, trying not to apply any pressure to her right back paw, and reached out her foreleg to reach over to the plant. Suddenly, as she touched a single leaf, Speckledove had unwillingly awoken a large group of fireflies. She swallowed a gasp as they burst out of nowhere, lighting up all around her, raising up in the dark until disappearing in the leaves of the trees. The medicine cat sat still, dumbstruck. She collected herself and realized what it meant.

Tadpolekit sat impatiently at the foot of the leader's den, his stumpy tail twitching with worry. The tiny kit's leaf green eyes were stressed, Speckledove shouldn't be out for so long! And the unknown woods. And right after the battle! But it was her duty to go and risk everything in order to serve her clan by keeping them healthy, yet it still worried little Tadpole.

Suddenly, the medicine cat arrived through the fronds of fern covering the entrance. She looked bright and… hopeful? Tadpolekit rushed over to greet her, and to his own joy he spotted the plant that Dawnpaw needed in her jaws.

"This is great!" the little black tom mewed as he pranced over to her, she looked distracted and had a heavy limp.

"Oh, what's that?" she glanced down at him, was she tired? Maybe she needed rest, she usually was all ears when he had something to say.

"It's great that you have the Roseroot," he repeated and she paused before nodding.

"Oh yeah, the Roseroot," she replied half-heartedly, she seemed happy, but why? If it wasn't the Roseroot, then… was she in love? Of course not! She was a loyal medicine cat, something else must be on her mind.

"Well, I ought to see your foster-sister now, see you later," she continued to limp to her den, and Tadpolekit began to get lost in thought once more, was she really?...

Speckledove padded on, being careful not to apply to much pressure to her right rear paw. Suddenly, a certain voice interrupted her thoughts, a voice she had been hoping to hear. She turned, over to left of the elders' den was the young cat this must all revolve around, speaking and laughing with her brother. As the she-cat spotted the medicine cat, she got up and gave a short 'be right back' before rushing over.

"How's Dawnpaw? Can I see her? Is that the plant you were looking for?" Fireflypaw seemed to ask all these questions at once, without a pause for breath. Speckledove was silent for a moment.

"Of course, this right here is the Roseroot. I don't exactly know the exact measurements for dosage, but I'm sure Dawnpaw will be fine in a matter of time. You can't see her right now, but, well, maybe we could meet some time? I could talk to about," she bit her tongue as she thought, "what kind of support you could use to help Dawnpaw?"

"Of course!" Fireflypaw sounded more than relieved, "When should we meet?"

"Oh, anytime that works with you, I'm fine."

"Thank you, I'm sure your busy though, so I'll leave," they said their short farewells and Fireflypaw left to go rejoin her brother, who wasn't all that happy to talk about Dawnpaw.

Speckledove knew what it meant now, the one cat who showed kindness when everyone hearts were dark towards Dawnpaw, it must be her. She must be the one to save the clans! She has the light of a thousand fireflies to fight the dark!

The medicine cat smiled with anticipation and entered her den to deal with the shambled apprentice.