"I want you to DO YOUR JOB DAISY! I know you like to prance around with your little flowers and all but I AM A WARRIOR! WARRIORS DON'T USE DAISY LEAVES!" Scarpelt wondered how Daisy got her job.
Nightscar: Star Clan, end my misery. This cat is insane. Still, he managed a smile. "Well... I have another recipe," he leaned in and whispered, "but it's only for the strongest and bravest of warriors."
Daisy Nightscar: "I don't know... this paste was found on the highest mountain!!! Protected by a THREE-HEADED MONSTER!!!!" Nightscar smirked. The old cat looked like a kit listening to an exciting story. "And it helps relieve back pains, but only from the most true warriors."
Nightscar: Hookline and SINKER! "Alright, turn around and sit down." He grabbed the paste as Scarpelt followed his orders and then applied it onto his back. Maybe now the cat would leave.
Nightscar: "As a medicine cat, I am not allowed to mate or have kits." He thought of Honeypelt. Was Strikestorm really worth more to him than Nightscar and his job was? It was an honor to be a medicine cat. Why would Honeypelt throw that away?