Thread:Winterwhisper432/@comment-27798784-20160626164643

hi winniepoo my submission is horrible but here it is

Marigold Mist blinked open her eyes to find herself in a lush, green forest. She looked about, spotting a small cream-colored tom with black stripes approaching. "Birch Stripe!" she exclaimed. "It's so good to see you again." She smiled and stepped closer to her brother, who had died during a famine that had ravaged the clans through leaf-bare, but it had passed at the arrival of newleaf. Marigold Mist frowned, however, when she realized Birch Stripe did not share her cheerfulness. He stepped forwards, face grim. "I only wish we were meeting under better circumstances," he meowed. Marigold Mist looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?" she meowed. Birch Stripe looked solemn, then began to recite the words of prophecy. "On the wings of a crow will come a poision that will seep into the heart of ShadowClan. Be careful, Marigold Mist, or it will consume you as well." He turned and padded off into the forest. "Wait!" Marigold Mist cried, but it was no use. Birch Stripe had gone.

Marigold Mist awoke in her nest with a start. Sometimes she wished that StarClan would give her clearer signs, but she knew she must try and interpret them herslef. After all, she had been chosen to be ShadowClan's medicine cat. She looked out at the familiar pine forest and sighed. Please, StarClan, don't make us suffer any more!

It had been four moons since Birch Stripe's fateful words of warning, and Marigold Mist hadn't been able to figure out what he'd meant. She'd confided in Flamingstar, but he'd not had any idea what the prophecy had spoken of either. They had at first thought it might refer to Crow's Flight, one of the queens, or her kits. But Crow's Flight and her kits were perfectly fine. Marigold Mist looked up as a hunting party entered the camp. Little Fox carried a plump crow, while Shining Feather dropped a frog on the fresh-kill pile. "Good hunting today," Shining Feather commented, her silver tabby pelt sparkling in the sunlight. Marigold Mist nodded, smiling. Everything was so peaceful, she couldn't possibly see how any poison could 'seep into the heart' of her Clan. One of the elders, Golden Pool, padded forward and bit into the crow. Marigold Mist padded out of the camp to gather more herbs. She'd have to stock up, before leaf-fall came and they began to die. One of the kits padded up to her as she began to set out. "Can I come too?" the kit squeaked. Marigold Mist shook her head. "You're too young, Flower Petal. When you're older. Go play with the other kits." She padded out of the camp and into the pine forest. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Maybe she had just imagined the prophecy...

"Marigold Mist!" came a cry from the elders' den. "Something's wrong with Golden Pool!" Marigold Mist blinked open her eyes andhurried into the elders' den to find Golden Pool crouched on the ground, moaning in pain. Marigold Mist padded forward, a heavy sense of dread creeping over her. "M-my stomach hurts," Golden Pool wailed, her expression twisted in pain. Robin's Song looked down at her denmate, eyes glittering with worry. "She's so hot- I think she's got a fever, too." Marigold Mist frowned. "I've never seen anything like this," she meowed. "Poppy seeds, maybe, for pain... and watermint for bellyache. Borage or feverfew, whichever we have more of," she muttered to herself, padding quickly back to her den and grabbing the herbs. She set them in front of Golden Pool. "Here, Golden Pool. Can you eat these?" she meowed. Golden Pool lapped up the herbs gratefully, but then her stomach heaved and she vomited the herbs up, as well as the remains of the crow from earlier. Marigold Mist frowned. "I don't know what I can do!" she cried, her eyes wild with panic. "If she can't keep the herbs down, I can't help her!" Robin's Song frowned. "Go to sleep, Marigold Mist. I'll watch her, and wake you if she gets worse," she meowed. Marigold Mist sighed. "Are you sure?" she replied. Robin's Song nodded. "You can't help us if you're asleep on your paws." Marigold Mist reluctantly padded back towards the medicine den, a feeling of dread creeping over her. A few days later, she was sitting vigil over Golden Pool's body, as well as Shining Feather and Flower Petal. Still more cats were near death. Marigold Mist sighed, her expression full of despair. A fatal illness that was nearly impossible to treat. This was the poison seeping in, and it was scarier than ever. (i'm so sorry it sucks i couldn't think of a good ending) 