𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑨 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄

🎉2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL🎉

A/N: Tysm for anyone who has stayed with me for the journey of this book! As a 2 year anniversary special, I have provided a 4.3k+ word snippet of the book in Speckledpatch's POV!

SPECKLEDPATCH's POV

Speckledpatch stretched her muscles, purring as the sun's soft, warm rays gave her a gentle embrace, the heat perfuming the air more than usual. She delicately placed her muzzle beside a flower, inhaling its sweet and fruity scent. It'd been a moon or two after she'd left MistClan...for good this time. Speckledpatch knew this was a decision she'd never regret and every sunny morning filled with the melodies of birds only accentuated the thought.

Someone new... the flowers whispered among each other as Speckledpatch heard the voices babble around her. Speckledpatch had discovered, when she was just a young kit, that she was able to understand the language of plants and flowers, allowing her to have conversations with them for hours on end. The medicine cats mistook her affability with the surrounding vegetation as inquisitiveness and a keen interest in herbs, thus, Speckledpatch has fallen into the path of a medicine cat.

Who? she asked the flowers softly. Who's the new being that has arrived here?

Reeks of darkness, terror, blood and death... the flowers shivered around her and immediately, surrounding flowers took up and repeated the message as it travelled far into the distance. Speckledpatch wasn't sure if they were consoling themselves or replying to her.

Regardless, Speckledpatch continued to traverse through the meadows, away from her habitation, towards the source of the flowers' message. The sun had slowly inched higher into the azure blue sky and Speckledpatch purred. Her mother had warned her of the dangers of the outside world so many times, yet she was thriving here, away from the chaos of MistClan and everything else.

A small scowl flitted across her face as she remembered the other message her mother delivered, two nights before her final departure from MistClan. How dare Echostar hide such an important piece of information from her! She had every single right to know her roots and family members. It was her mother's fault that Speckledpatch was almost thrown into a river last moon for approaching WillowCland and confronting Fernstar about their history. Well, it wasn't Fernstar, but her deputy, Doespots, that hinted for Speckledpatch to be disposed of in the river that WillowClan bordered MarshClan with for suggesting such a ludicrous statement. Thhankfully. Fernstar had alrwady been told about Speckledpatch by Echostar and that irked her even more. How dare her mother tell her sister but not her about their relationship.

Speckledpatch sighed and opened her mouth as she began to sing, the flowers' thoughts and words dimming as they leaned closer to listen to Speckledpatch's voice.

Shhh... ambient flowers hissed vehemently at their neighbours that were chattering, wanting to hear more of her singing.

Singing was her way to cope with any negative thoughts, coupling that with frolicking through the meadows with her companions. It lifted her mind away from reality, allowing whatever she was downcast or exasperated about to calm down and drift away from her thoughts, meaning that by the time she stopped, her mind would've returned back to normal and she could continue the day properly, without anger or sorrow clouding her thoughts and thus, her actions.

Death, destruction, darkness...she's here...she's here... the flowers conversed anxiously, warning each other.

Fear twinged slightly in Speckledpatch's heart as she continued to sing, closing her eyes as she tried to shut out the possible situations that spiralled within her mind. What if Echostar hadn't fully convinced her clan that she'd left as it was StarClan's will for Speckledpatch to leave MistClan as she was a barrier from the clan to flourish to its highest potential, but that StarClan required Speckledpatch to be kept alive, otherwise the entire clan would perish along with her.