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I decided that here, I will write what happens during my time with FlowerClan (only SnowClan members understand). I will do it here because

1. I need to do something with this page
2. I don’t want to hog up SnowClan’s page with this story that doesn’t even take place in SnowClan

But I will be sharing the link to this page with SnowClan so they can check out the story! You might be here from SnowClan! If you are, thanks for checking out my page! If you’re not from SnowClan, what can I say except (no Moana reference intended), here is the link to SnowClan because you may be annoyed with Coldheart (or Coldstar on SnowClan) posting constantly trying to get people to join! But it’s actually a great place. Here: https://blogclan.katecary.co.uk/307d6a30708bdad1301b60eca45cac2d-jpg/comment-page-12/#comments

Chapter 2
It had just been a long day of practicing fighting, and Flowerpaw was exhausted. She so far liked FlowerClan. She was surprised about how caring and welcoming Featherblossom was. Flowerpaw at first thought it was weird that Featherblossom was a tom with a name that sounded like it was for a she-cat, but she later accepted his name realizing it sounded really suited for him knowing how kind he was; Mistbrook always made Flowerpaw laugh; Clifffall, along with his apprentice, Stonepaw, were very clumsy; Glowpaw was a big show-off; Violetpaw often got nervous, but was better than she thought; Daisycloud was very gentle, and her gentleness surprised Flowerpaw; and the cat Flowerpaw liked most was Dustpaw. The light brown tom was very dreamy and related to Flowerpaw a lot. The two apprentices were both in the apprentice’s den. Flowerpaw told Dustpaw about SnowClan while Dustpaw told Flowerpaw about FlowerClan. She eventually got tired and fell asleep, and she woke up to a word she thought she misheard. “Flowerstar?” Flowerpaw’s eyes jolted open. She was not in a den where she fell asleep, but a huge rock. The cat waking her up was Windberry. “What-where am I?” Flowerpaw asked. “You’re on top of the big rock,” Windberry explained. “I know you’re not used to standing here because this is your first Gathering as our leader, but this is where you’ll sit now that Lilystar is dead.” “What?” mewed Flowerpaw. “Lilystar just lost her last life,” meowed Windberry. “And since you were her deputy, you’re leader now. You’re not Flowersong anymore, but Flowerstar.” Flowerstar remembered Coldstar promising to make her warrior name Flowersong, but she didn’t remember any of this. She knew she had to explain how Lilystar died, but she didn’t remember how. “Yeah, and how did Lilystar die again?” Flowerstar asked. “Um, greencough, remember?” mewed Windberry. Flowerstar didn’t know what to do except nod. Windberry hopped onto the edge of the rock, and soon the Gathering begun. “FlowerClan can start,” meowed Sunfall, who was now Sunstar. “Thank you, Sunstar,” meowed Flowerstar. “You may notice how I am representing Lilystar today. Well, unfortunately, she had fallen ill with greencough. We all hoped she would recover, especially since she was on her last life. But unfortunately, she didn’t. I am now known as Flowerstar.” Then Flowerstar heard chanting. “Flowerstar! Flowerstar!” “Yay, Flowerstar is their leader now!” mewed Gracepaw, who was now Gracesplash. “She completed the prophecy!” Prophecy! The word made Flowerstar’s eyes jolt open. So it was only a dream, Flowerpaw thought. She immediately fell back asleep, and woke up to the starry waterfall she recognized. Next to the waterfall stood the beautiful tabby who had guided Flowerpaw’s path. She had recently introduced herself as Heatherfur. “Flowerpaw,” whispered Heatherfur. “Remember the prophecy Gracepaw told you: Tell the apprentice of light brown fur, she needs to go and not cling to her clan like a burr, to a place that even StarClan does not know where, to find and gather the scattered warriors’ heirs.”