The Flower Crown (warriors fanfic)

!!Warning!! I changed some of the rules, specifically the medicine cats can't have mates or kits rule. Cats will be made warriors between twelve moons or fourteen and can have mates as soon they are made warriors. Also, do not read if you don't support LGBTQ+.
=== Chapter One: Flowerkit's POV ===
"Flowerkit!" Flowerkit's mother, Acornheart yowled. "Come back here this instant! Your eyes aren't even open yet. You're not allowed to leave the nursery yet. Snailkit, stay here!" Oh, how dearly Flowerkit wanted to open her eyes. The world was dark around her. She'd asked Acornheart what she looked like, but her mother would always say, "Open your eyes and find out." Snailkit was Flowerkit's sister. Acornheart obviously loved her more. I'm going to open my eyes now, Flowerkit decided. Using all her strength, she pried open her eyes. Vivid colors burst into vision. "Mama!" Flowerkit cheered. Her turned around and saw her mother. A tall, slim figure with brown tabby stripes stared disapprovingly at her. Snailkit was a pale tabby she-kit with green eyes. Her fur looks Sandstorm's, Flowerkit thought. It's beautiful. 
"Oh look!" A tall cat jeered. "Tiny little Dirtkit opened her eyes!" Flowerkit whirled around, insulted. "Luckypaw!" an even taller cat hissed. "Flowerkit doesn't need rudeness!" Luckypaw, a red tom, laughed. "Oh no, my mentor's yelling at me!" Luckypaw said sarcastically. Confused, Flowerkit whispered, "But she is?" Luckypaw rolled his eyes. "You're the most mouse-brained week-old kit I've ever met," Luckypaw teased. Then he turned to his mentor, he said, "Owlwing, help! Dirtkit's talking!" Owlwing, supposedly Luckypaw's mentor, grabbed Luckypaw by the scruff and dragged the mad tom off. Flowerkit licked her paw. It was tortoiseshell-and-white. "What color are my eyes?" she wondered aloud. Before Luckypaw could say anything rude, Snailkit smiled and said, "A beautiful, sparkling emerald, green. What about mine?" 
"The most beautiful amber I've ever seen," Acornheart cut in. Her eyes turned to Flowerkit, pity sparking in her amber eyes. "Just like Mother's, Snailkit!" Flowerkit said, ignoring her mother's glare. Acornheart glared at Flowerkit. "Go back to bed, Flowerkit," Acornheart barked. "It's still night." Flowerkit's tiny, tiny paws scrambled into her nest. Acornheart had given her her own nest the day she was born and curled up next to fluffy Snailkit. It's not fair. Flowerkit thought. She obviously loves Snailkit more than me. Is there something wrong with me? Flowerkit didn't feel like anything was wrong with her. So why was Acornheart so rude to her?
A few moons later, Flowerkit decided to go find a puddle and look at her reflection. So, she set off to find a puddle. Thankfully, it'd been raining hard. Like a monsoon. A puddle was right outside the nursery, so she didn't have to go far. She gasped. Her eyes! One was green, like Snailkit had said. The other---was amber. Amber like Mother's. Amber like Snailkit's. "Guys! Snailkit! Mother!" Flowerkit yelled, racing into the nursery. "I---My eyes! Have you seen them?" Snailkit jumped up from her spot next to Acornheart. "Yes! Mother told me not to tell you." Snailkit purred. "Because it's ugly, you worm," Acornheart muttered, but Snailkit and Flowerkit didn't hear her. 
=== Chapter Two: Snailkit's POV ===
"Mother told you not to tell me?" Flowerkit echoed, clearly ashamed of her eyes now. Argh! First, Acornheart loves me more, second, I have to keep a secret from my sister, Snailkit thought. "I wanted to," Snailkit said quickly, but trailed off when Luckypaw padded by. Butterflies flickered in her stomach, and she stared at his handsome red fur. Flowerkit turned around and followed her gaze. "Hey, you're a giant, fat jerk!" Flowerkit yelled to him. "Oh no, I'm so sorry," Luckypaw cooed. "Are you going to go cry to Mommy?" Snailkit felt a surge of anger that was quickly overtaken by a sense of love. Luckypaw was so . . . fierce. That's why she admired---no, loved him. There. She admitted to it. But, despite her love, she gave him her fiercest death stare. Flowerkit turned around and smiled at Snailkit. "It's okay," she said softly. "I'd do that too, if Mother ever even talked to me, like a real mom, instead of yelling at me." Snailkit leaned forward and licked Flowerkit's ear. "I'm sorry," Snailkit said quietly, "I'm sorry she loves me more. That's not what I want. I hate it." Flowerkit cringed. It's hard for her to believe, I'm sure, Snailkit realized. Suddenly, she was swept away by Acornheart's brown paw. "You're lying," Flowerkit mewed, head toward her paws. Acornheart began gently licking Snailkit's head, as soft as a kit's newborn fur. Snailkit purred. Okay, if she was being honest, she was glad Acornheart loved her more. Snailkit needed attention more than Flowerkit.
But as Snailkit looked at depressed Flowerkit, she knew it was wrong. Mothers weren't supposed to have favorites, as much as Snailkit knew, as a four moon-old kit. But she still loved it more than she loved Luckypaw. Snailkit curled up and fell into a light sleep. 
=== Chapter Three: Luckypaw's POV ===
This was it. Luckypaw's life was over. He writhed under the angry wrath of the thorns crushing him. "Owlwing! Help!" he yowled. Off to the side, his mentor, Owlwing, stood, laughing at him. "I'm dying!" Luckypaw screamed. "Someone! Help me! Please!" Luckypaw gasped for air. He scratched at the thorns, but they just grew stronger. "NO!" Luckypaw cried. "I---"
Luckypaw woke up with a gasp. "Ivypaw!" Luckypaw groaned. His best friend, Ivypaw, was sleeping with her arm draped across him. "Hm?" Ivypaw mumbled, blinking open her icy blue eyes. The white she-cat curled back up, her head facing Luckypaw. "You were sleeping on me," Luckypaw said, his heart bursting at Ivypaw's sleeping position. Love, his brain chimed. "I know you don't care," Ivypaw purred. "You're almost a warrior. Why would you care if you're soon-to-be mate is sleeping on you?" Luckypaw laughed. "I know, I'm ten moons old," he said, curling around Ivypaw. "Only two more moons, considering how smart you are," Ivypaw remarked, closing her eyes. "A year-old warrior, you think?" Luckypaw asked, lowering his voice. "Shush," Ivypaw grumbled, putting her fluffy white paw to his mouth, "I'm trying to sleep." Luckypaw closed his eyes. "I think Snailkit likes me," he whispered, ducking away from Ivypaw's paw. Ivypaw shot up, her fluffy, long, majestic tail spiked and flew up in the air. "Hey, it's okay," Luckypaw purred, "I still love you." Ivypaw relaxed. "I'll always love you, Ivypaw." Luckypaw gently helped Ivypaw to relax. He'd never love Snailkit, not if he has Ivypaw. Ivypaw was perfect.
Luckypaw woke up the next day with a cold. "Ivypaw," he said groggily, "I think I'm sick." Ivypaw growled. "No, that's my fluffy-wuffy llama!" she shouted. Luckypaw laughed. Ivypaw froze. "What'd you say?" she asked. "I think I'm sick, Ivypaw," Luckypaw repeated. "No, you're not," Ivypaw said in her stubborn way. "Just go see Riverleaf," she mumbled. Luckypaw's stomach lurched. He headed out of the apprentices' den, woven with beautiful flowers. MossClan, his Clan, had the most beautiful dens. Halfway to the medicine den, a sharp pain stabbed Luckypaw's stomach, and he vomited up last night's dinner, vole. He felt weak, but better, and collapsed next to the mess. Riverleaf saw the whole thing and left Oakbark's side and rushed over. "This is more important that a splinter, Oakbark!" Riverleaf yowled over her shoulder. "Luckypaw, Luckypaw," Riverleaf cried. "Sit up." She dragged him away from the mess. "Did your dinner last night . . . taste weird to you?" 
"No," Luckypaw said weakly. "I had vole." Riverleaf shook her light gray spotted head. "I'd say you had maggots or mold on your vole, you just didn't recognize it." Riverleaf looked around and flicked her tail. "Inspect your food more carefully, Luckypaw."
"Wait--so I'm not sick?" Luckypaw asked, confused. "No," Riverleaf said cheerfully, and headed away. "Eww!" Gracepaw exclaimed. "Who vomited?!" Ivypaw's sister, Gracepaw, turned her gaze to Luckypaw. Riverleaf's kit stomped over. "You'd better clean this up," she hissed, "It's disgusting." Ivypaw and her fiery spirit came over. "Oh, Luckypaw!" she cried. "Are you feeling okay?" Luckypaw nodded, embarrassed. Gracepaw rolled her eyes. "Ivypaw!" she shouted. "Come on, we have to train!" Ivypaw huffed. But her annoyance was replaced by excitement. "Our warrior assessment!" she cheered, fluffing her fur. Riverleaf turned around and called to her daughters, "You'll do great, girls! Show them who's boss!" Ivypaw shuffled her paws. 
Flowerkit came tumbling over, tripping over her paws, her eyes shining in the morning sun. "Hey, Gracepaw," she whispered. Gracepaw scoffed at the abnormally small kit. "What?" she snapped. Flowerkit shrank to the ground. "I---I just wanted to wish you good luck on your assessment," she mumbled, staring at her paws. Gracepaw softened her gaze. "Thank you, Flowerkit," she said, a little proudly. Flowerkit looked up and smiled. "You're welcome," she purred. Just like that, she was gone. "Don't tell me you like a kit, Gracepaw," Ivypaw said in a fake snarl. Gracepaw stayed silent. "Especially one like her," Luckypaw hissed. Gracepaw snapped her head up. "What's wrong with her?" she asked angrily.
"Her eyes," Luckypaw said as if it was obvious. "What's wrong with her eyes?" Gracepaw hissed. "They're two different colors," Luckypaw argued, "it's a curse. Can't you tell?" Gracepaw turned and swept away. "What did I do wrong?" Luckypaw asked Ivypaw innocently. "I---She does like Flowerkit," Ivypaw whispered. 
=== Chapter Four: Gracepaw's POV ===
What did Gracepaw ever do wrong? She liked Flowerkit, so what? Flowerkit's eyes aren't a curse, no matter what Luckypaw says. What does Ivypaw see in him, anyway? He's just a jerk. Plus, he made fun of Flowerkit. If Gracepaw could, she'd want to be Flowerkit's mother. One who actually loved her, one who understands. Well, Gracepaw doesn't understand, because her mother, Riverleaf, does love her, but she could pretend, couldn't she? That was allowed, right? Gracepaw's life was just one big question. She didn't know what was right, or what was wrong. Was liking Flowerkit wrong? Is it the fact that she likes she-cats? Oakbark, Riverleaf's brother, likes toms. But no one ever questions him! Sure, she was different. But she was Gracepaw! No one else could be her. It was practically impossible. 
"Gracepaw, Leafstar wants to talk to you," a bright orange she-cat mewed softly, coming up from behind her, making Gracepaw jump. It was Sunpatch, the Clan's deputy. Gracepaw turned around and studied Sunpatch's pelt, like she did with everyone. 
Sunpatch's pelt was dirtier today than yesterday. She must've gone on patrol recently. She had a patch of white with a dot connecting to her white underbelly, and three white dots on each paw. Her multiple layers of orange fur shone in the bright sunlight that morning. Sunpatch's curved ears flicked back as she waited for Gracepaw to respond. 
"Hm?" Gracepaw mumbled, forgetting that Sunpatch had spoken. "Oh, uh, okay. Where is Leafstar this particular morning? Is it quick, because I still have my assessment today." Sunpatch huffed and led Gracepaw to Leafstar, a dark brown she-cat with a black stripe starting at her nose and stopping at her tail. "Goodbye, Sunpatch," Leafstar called at the angry, stubborn, impatient she-cat headed away. "What is it?" Gracepaw asked immediately. "Am I in trouble?" Leafstar hesitated. "My mother, Mossstar," she meowed at last, "have you heard of her? She created this Clan, Gracepaw. Anyway, she came to me in a dream." Gracepaw froze. Visions from StarClan cats were never good. Leafstar closed her eyes and said: 
"A fire, licking at trees. 
When, no one knows. 
Help is needed. 
Death is horrifying that fateful day. 
Please help us." 
Leafstar opened her eyes, which were filled with worry and hope. "When she told me, I saw a gray cat that looked like you." Leafstar stared at Gracepaw, studying her fluffy gray pelt. "Except, standing here on Mossrock, determination and anger in your eyes. You were much older, telling the Clan something I couldn't hear. But you were specifically staring at someone and two newborn kits." Gracepaw stepped back. "No, no, that wasn't me," Gracepaw said quickly. "I'm not fit to lead a Clan." 
"I never said you were leading the Clan, did I, no?" Leafstar said, a little angrily. "Maybe it was something else, something more important. But the prophecy is our focus now, Gracepaw." Gracepaw nodded. But who was that cat, and whose kits were they? 
=== Chapter Five: Flowerpaw's POV ===
Flowerpaw hopped from paw to paw with excitement. It was just after her apprentice ceremony! Gracewing, Ivytail, and Luckynose stood off in the distance, looking relieved. Probably because they didn't get any apprentices today, Flowerpaw thought. They've only been warriors half a moon. "We won't train today, little apprentices," Crownpelt, Flowerpaw's mentor, "So get good sleep tonight," Oakbark, Snailpaw's mentor, added. Flowerpaw, Flowerpaw, Flowerpaw, Flowerpaw's brain whispered. Gracewing headed over to Flowerpaw, her gray, fluffy tail in the air. "Congratulations, Flowerpaw!" she cheered. In the back, Luckynose stood protectively in front of his new mate, snotty Ivytail. "Thank you," Flowerpaw mumbled, feeling embarrassed. The majestic, fluffy, gray she-cat towered over her, looking as beautiful as ever. She probably doesn't like you back, Flowerpaw, her brain murmured. "Flowerpaw," Snailpaw whispered. "Come on, let's go meet our denmates." Cheerfully, Flowerpaw followed her sister to the apprentices' den. In the back, two moss nests lay empty. "Are those ours?" Snailpaw asked. A light brown, handsome tom nodded. "Those were Ivytail and Luckynose's nests," he mewed. "I'm Duskpaw, this is my sister, Solarpaw, and her friend Birdpaw and her brother Cowpaw." Clearly Solarpaw and Duskpaw were Sunpatch's kits. Solarpaw had Sunpatch's fur color, and Duskpaw had her fluff. Birdpaw was as black as a raven, with lighter gray sides that looked like wing markings. Cowpaw was with white with black splotches everywhere, like a cow. "I'm so excited to be an apprentice," Flowerpaw announced. "Well, tomorrow you won't be," Cowpaw grumbled. "Waking up early and hunting and gathering moss." 
"We get to hunt already?" Flowerpaw gasped. "No, you feather-brain," he snapped. "We're hunting. You're gathering moss." The grumpy, annoying, angry tom motioned to his sister and her friends. Flowerpaw backed up, and Snailpaw flopped onto her nest. "Mad you won't have Mothers love all night long now?" Flowerpaw asked her. 
"Maybe I am." Snailpaw mewed and raised her chin. "I'm not going to deal with your attitude," Cowpaw pointed to Snailpaw, "and your excitement for another eleven moons." Flowerpaw turned and snapped back, "I don't want to deal with you for twelve moons, Cowpaw!" 
"Actually, feather-brain, it'd be eleven moons, not twelve." Cowpaw retorted. Flowerpaw proceeded to ignore him. "Ignore me all you want. I can do the same." Cowpaw snarled. More coming soon!