the river’s rising had been causing daisypaw a lot of concern. she visited it every so often, only when she was sure no riverclanner was going to spot her. that place would always hold a special place in her heart, and it scared her to think about how her former clanmates must be faring right now. it was newleaf and prey should be flourishing, but the river reeked of death. she had to do something!
one afternoon, the cream apprentice slipped away, hopping across the stepping stones that were barely there anymore. one slip of the paw and she’d be dead for sure, but she was more careful than that. she wouldn’t get caught, either—she had gotten quite good at sneaking out these past few moons. would anyone pick up on her scent trail? would they even notice her absence? it wasn’t like she mattered much in skyclan, or anywhere. but she wanted to, desperately. and that was why she had to help riverclan.