Blossompaw trekked up to the creek, shivering. "Star will give you your name and you will be on your way." Finchsong reassured. "Right. Who's Star?" Blossompaw asked. "The creator of StarClan." Finchsong told wisely. "Woah." Blossompaw was amazed, not worried now. "I can't believe tomorrow is Greypaw and Dustpaw's warrior ceremonies." She purred. "We are here." Finchsong waved his tail. "The Mooncreek." Finchsong shoved his apprentice forward. "Dip your nose in and pull back." Finchsong told. Blossompaw looked at the water. She smiled and dipped her nose in, pulling it back and curling up.
Darkness swallowed her but then light came. She was on a large smooth stone. Walls of bramble, moss and solid mud covered her expect a hole in the roof. A starry cat came in through the hole and covered it in bracken leaves. "Blossompaw, as the medicine cat apprentice-" The cat got cut off as Finchsong joined. "As the medicine cat apprentice of OwlClan, your full medicine cat name will be Blossomfern." She touched noses with Blossomfern. A bright shining light spread around them and with each pawstep, they added more rays of joy and beams of cheer.
Coughing sounded from the warriors den. Blossomfern entered the den and scanned around. Oakstream. "Oakstream?" She asked. "Yes Mosspelt?" Oakstream wondered. What in StarClan is wrong with him? She thought. She figured out a idea. She used his dream to lure him into the medicine den. "Come on." She whispered. A small light sprouted from afar. "What is that?" Oakstream asked. "No worry, follow me." Blossomfern told. Oakstream realized it was Blossomfern and not his friend- possibly his future mate if Seedfall spared her. Oakstream pinned her to the ground. Hisses of fury rose from him.
Oakstream unsheathed her claws and risen them. Finchsong tackled Oakstream. Finchsong growled. "She thinks it's funny to pretend to be StarClan!" Oakstream said. "I tried to do it so he could come and get his greencough fixed up! I thought it would be easier to bring him to the medicine den that way." Blossomfern stated. Oakstream squirmed free and went up Owlstone. Lionclaw was guarding. Oakstream was let in. No no no! I'm a dead mouse now! She thought.
Dewstar came out. "Don't act like you are Mosspelt, your disrespecting our ancestors." Dewstar hissed. Blossomfern had to understand that she should've corrected the name. "Yes Dewstar i'm very sorry." Blossomfern said, shame surrounding her. Regret and guilt did as well. "As punishment, you will guard by Lionclaw for the rest of the night until dawn." Dewstar said. "What!" Oakstream snarled. "She should have a worse punishment." He snapped. "Oakstream." Dewstar growled. "Don't fight, we had enough. Go into the medicine den and have Rosemoon or Finchsong treat that cough of yours." Dewstar spat. "Yes, Dewstar." Oakstream padded off. "Try to avoid doing that again." Dewstar said. "I'm so sorry again, Dewstar." Blossomfern said again, worried of being exiled or worse, being killed.
"You can fix yourself." Dewstar mewed. "Come on, start guarding." Dewstar meowed.
A screech sounded from the apprentices den. "Misty-mistypaw..." The apprentices were crowding around a collapsed corpse. The two not-tired medicine cats rushed out of the den. "She's dying!" Honeypaw burst. Blossomfern slowly went to the den and grabbed some catmint. She went over to the apprentices. Berrypaw and Dawnpaw encouraged the she-cat to get up. Duskpaw ran everywhere, crying. They act like kits but their sister is dying so of course they will sob. Dustpaw and Greypaw nuzzled her body until the medicine cats lifted her up. They took the apprentice to their den. Their paws were cold against the snow. The apprentices heart's were icy and sheltered by frost. A tang of grief stabbed at Blossomfern's heart as she carried Mistypaw to the den.
The other apprentices followed until Rosemoon said, "One at a time!" The apprentices stepped back. "Hey look! It's the sun!" Honeypaw purred. "The sun is flame-colored until the sky turns blue." Berrypaw corrected. "What if the sun never turns yellow ever again and just stays fire-colored?" Duskpaw asked. "At least we will have the sun." Dawnpaw purred. "Right." Greypaw said. "Hey look it's gone!" Dustpaw exclaimed. "That is a rare sight, kits." Ashmist padded out of the elders den. "It's a monster's light." She stated. "Sometimes monsters go on Deathpaths at night and shine their light. You are most likely to see it on a snowy, foggy night. Oh and rain." Ashmist said.
The elder went to her den, leaving the apprentices amazed.
Rosemoon padded out. "Apprentices," she started. "Mistypaw is well... Disabled." Rosemoon said. "What!" Honeypaw gasped. "Outrageous!" Berrypaw mewed. "Listen!" Dawnpaw urged. "She constantly needs check-ups from us. She will have this until we give her enough thyme to overcome this." Rosemoon took a deep breath. "What does she have?" Duskpaw asked. "My friend is in danger!" Dustpaw meowed. "Tell us!" Greypaw urged. "She had a major shock-attack. We think it is from memories in the past or loud noises. It's unknown until she wakes up and tells us.
"What?!" They gasped. "Finchsomg told Dewstar and she'll have a Clan meeting about it. But for now we must all sleep." Rosemoon wrapped her tail around Berrypaw. "Something about you and Honeypaw seem special." She whispered. "Did we kill her?" Berrypaw backed away, fur bristling. Rosemoon could tell that he was being protective. "No. She is alive but-" Rosemoon started before Finchsong ran out. "She's awake!" He called. Rosemoon looked at him as he went to the den again. "but she will be under our care for a few days." Rosemoon finished. "But are you sure she isn't dead?" Duskpaw asked. "Yes." Rosemoon said. "What if Finchsong lied?" Dawnpaw wondered. "A true medicine cat always tells the truth." Rosemoon said. "What if Mistypaw has another one?" Honeypaw wondered. "She won't." Rosemoon mewed. "Are you sure she is in safe paws?" Dustpaw asked. "Yes." Rosemoon told. "Really sure?" Greypaw pushed her brother aside. "Yes, Greypaw." Rosemoon meowed and with that she was off.
Blossomfern unwrapped the herbs around Birdflight's paw. "There. All better." Blossomfern purred. "Thank you. Thanks Blossomfern, if OwlClan was without you, Finchsong and Rosemoon, we would die!" He thanked. The elder stalked away. "Goodbye father!" Rosemoon called. "I'm going to look for cobwebs, Birdflight used them all on his paw." Blossomfern went out of the den after Finchsong nodded.
The dawn sun shined it's beams of flame-colored light down on Blossomfern and the trees. It rose over the treetops, it's rays of fire getting bigger and stronger. As it rose higher it's light turned yellow like gold. It's golden light shedding warmth upon the treetops but soon, clouds covered it. "I enjoyed while it lasted." She whispered. Cool breezes drew her ears back. "It must be a warm day." She purred. She stumbled across a tree with some cobwebs clinging to a branch and the trunk of the tree. The tip of the branch was leafy and it faced the ground. The spider seemed to have abounded it. Blossomfern stuck her paw in the middle and wrapped it around her paw.
Ivy and moss grew on the tree. I guess getting some moss won't hurt. He are starting to get low and one trip out of camp is better than two. She though as she took a jaw-full of moss and padded to camp with it. "Just what we need." Lionclaw hissed at Dewstar who was standing on the Owlstone. "I know. Lionclaw, i'm sick and tired of hearing excuses. Clan meeting dismissed!" She called. Murmurs of anger pulsed through the crowd as the went to their jobs. Lionclaw talked to a few warriors and they set off to hunt. All Blossomfern could identify was Jayflight and Dawnpaw on the patrol. The patrol was a bit big so something had to be wrong. "Blossomfern!" Rosemoon purred. "Come into the den. We have news." She growled sharply. Is more of my kin dead? She thought. "Where is Finchsong?" She wondered, he was no where in the den. His sounds could not be heard and his scent was a bit stale. "He went to fetch herbs." Rosemoon said, glaring at the marigold and goldenrod. No goldenrod and barely any marigold. She thought.
"War is coming, EmberClan is responsible for Emberpaw's gash and OwlClan has decided to kill as many EmberClan members as possible. Go fetch some hawkweed and come right back." Rosemoon told. So much ran through Blossomfern's mind. EmberClan gave Emberpaw his gash? War is coming on EmberClan? She thought. Pressure ran through her. Finchsong just returned and sorted some goldenrod and marigold into their places. Blossomfern went out in search of hawkweed. When she found it, she returned to camp and put it with the rest of the hawkweed.