Written in the Stars

    Daisypetals stared at the shadows that lay across the water, his eyes widening for a moment as something crossed his vision. Amongst the shadows, he swore he saw a flash of white. Another cat? A...rival warrior? But, after blinking his eyes, Daisypetals found that he was met with nothing but the usual sight of moss, trees, and bushes. Nothing....
    Weird...
    The fluffy medicine cat furrowed his brow, still staring across the water. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him, right? And yet, he had also heard tell of how NightClan cats would melt right into the shadows, their pelts simply dissolving into darkness. They were phantoms of the forest, spirits of the night. A shiver ran down Daisypetals spine, causing his already fluffy pelt to stand on end. Just moments ago, the stream seemed so pretty and welcoming. But now, he could not help but notice the thick shadows cast by the trees overhead, or the way that tiny fish darted in and out of the algae, trying to escape some unseen threat. Suddenly, Diasypetals was uniquely aware of the fact that he was quite alone out here. 
    "It is a fine day today, Daisypetals. Tell me, are you gathering supplies?"
    The flat-eared medicine cat spun around, his heart leaping from his chest. A white tomcat, standing about half a head taller than Daisypetals, loomed behind him. Daisypetals stared wordlessly for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, before a shaft of light fell over the other tomcat's face, causing his eyes, which Daisypetals had once thought were a pale blue, to flash with pink and red. 
    Daisypetals gasped and tried to take a step back, but his paw tangled in a previously unseen tree root, and he instead found himself tumbling backwards. He splashed into the stream, algae breaking way beneath his fluffy form. Water filled his lungs as he screamed, and for a moment, his vision swam with shades of black and green. Oh StarClan, was he drowning? Wait..no! This couldn't be the end! Daisypetals thrashed, his paws slamming into slippery, muddy ground. His head broke through the water's surface, and he sputtered for air, momentarily forgetting the frightening tomcat that had gotten him into this situation. But when he caught sight of Palesun, who was still watching him from the water's edge, Diasypetals knew that he could not go back to shore. Not yet, at least. 
    "Wh-who are you?" Daisypetals yowled. He did not have the best memory, but Daisypetals knew that he would recognize someone like that if they belonged to his clan. And why did this cat know his name? Was this one of those wandering spirits he had heard the elders talking about? The ones who would eat kittens who wandered too far from the nest? Daisypetals was not a kit, by any means, but that hardly mattered. He was still plump and fuzzy, a perfect meal. 

Context: Daisy wasn't raised on clan stories so he doesn't know what is real and what is just a myth
KingHarry