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Post by Hellion on Nov 28, 2012 0:24:03 GMT -5
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I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style]
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She did however give a kind and respectful nod to Rookfrost, the medicine cat who after the flood assisted her when she thought everything was going to large pile of dung. However, she thanked him a thousand times and made a mental note to share with him more herbs the next new-leaf when she mad plenty to spare.
Her cool and collected hatred for NightClan would easily bring her to the idea that she wouldn't even dare offer a single poppy seed to the murdering clan. She remained indifferent with both StoneClan and TreeClan but Spottedfeather's remark to her apprentice sent up a little bad feelings already.
However, the statement that caught the most attention was the subtle slip up of Spottefeather's apprentice. He called himself Elder and paused for a moment and added paw. Never in her life had she came across a clan apprentice that didn't boast about his or her's new rank. That was enough to curl the whiskers on the she-cat.
Her disdain for Spottedfeather choosing a cat from outside of her own clan to take up the role as medicine cat was uncalled for! Why pick a cat that clearly didn't have the early kit-hood knowledge of StarClan or the same family ties to really keep them in check on always on their toes. With a glare on her pretty blue eyes, Swanfeather's gaze burned a hole in the side of Spottedfeather but her attention drifted.
"Remember Flickerpaw, our only true friend we can rely on is Rookfrost." Swanfeather said curly toward the tom beside her, moving her tail to flick his shoulder before returning it back at her paws. "Can we start his meeting?" Swanfeather spoke allowed, her paws itching to speak with StarClan and have Flickerpaw accepted as her apprentice in StarClan's eyes. [/style]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2012 18:12:13 GMT -5
Being surrounded by medicine cats was much different than being surrounded by warriors; blue eyes fluttered over all of the cats and ears flicked left and right, picking up bits and pieces of conversation. It seemed to be a strange coincidence that so many Medicine Cats had taken apprentices at the same time, and Flickerpaw realized that of the group, he was going to be the oldest. A knot formed in the RainClan apprentice's stomach as his thoughts began to run away.
Was he going to be the odd one out? Having been trained thus far as a warrior, it meant that even if he learned things at the same rate at the other apprentices, it would be unlikely that he would become a medicine cat until being a few moons older than the age if he had begun his training at six moons. At the same time, Flickerpaw also shied away from the younger apprentices because he didn't know how to deal with them.
Ears flattened, but perked up again once Swanfeather spoke. Cocking his head, the young tom peered at the black cat. Even if Swanfeather said that, something about Rookfrost seemed a bit eerie, but Flickerpaw stayed silent about that observation. "How does it work?" the tom whispered to his mentor after she called for the meeting to go on. "Talking to StarClan, I mean. Do they come to me or am I supposed to find them?" Keeping his voice low, Flickerpaw whispered his concerns to Swanfeather, making sure that none of the other cats would be capable of overhearing.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 18:11:00 GMT -5
As Smokefur slowly pushed herself to her feet and signaled for her escort to leave her with a weak flick of her tail she started taking deep breaths to compose herself. It was apparent she had become the center of attention after her little scene back there and it made her very uncomfortable. She knew that if she made Nightclan look week with her pitiful retching her escorts would inform Ravenstar about what she had done… and she was going to get herself punished again. For a brief instant Smokefur went into panic mode as she tried to figure out exactly how to handle damage control, she knew she had to do something to make everything okay. Although every medicine cat and their apprentice had spent some time looking at her the only one to speak was Rookfrost, "I take it all is not well in NightClan, Smokefur." The medicine cat said adding "Are you fit to last the whole meeting?" That’s when Smokefur realized they probably thought she was sickly, seeing as the other nightclan cats with here looked perfectly healthy and fed.
She started to smile as now she had an angle, it would be a bit crazy but hey the truth never hurt… well it didn’t hurt much. “Yes of course.” She answered Rookfrost, “I will be perfectly capable of completing this meeting, and contrary to popular belief I am not sick.” She said as she started to give herself a few dignified licks, “I am being punished by Ravenstar for disobedience so I haven’t been allowed to eat, among other things.” She said that part was a lie but she had to build this up so the next threat would sound truly ominous. “Just remember next time you go to cross Nightclan their leader is willing to punish her medicine cat, and younger sister like this-“ She paused and stood to present herself to every cat there before she continued, “Just think what she will do to you.” After her warning message the she cat moved to a more comfortable place to sit without paying any of the other cats any mind. She felt bad threatening other clans at the medicine cat meeting, she of all cats much preferred to be not only civil, but truly peaceful with the other clans if she could. It just wasn’t to be, the harsh season had prompted a response from her to show that her display was actually a sign of strength from their clan not one of weakness.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 2, 2012 19:45:24 GMT -5
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There were moments, in Rookfrost's opinion, where silence was probably the best policy. His ears came forward to catch the words spoken by the NIghtClan Medicine Cat, the...malnurished she-cat making sure her voice carried some sort of underlying warning towards her Clan in general, and that's when Rookfrost abruptly tuned out. "Noted." Spoke the jet black tom, standing up as he continued, making purposeful strides towards the cavern containing the Moon Tree. "Everyone's in attendance, and as we have several apprentice ceremonies to conduct, let's get on with the meeting."
A swift flick of the end of his black plume was for Snowpaw and Snowpaw alone, the jet black tom gesturing sharply for his apprentice to pad close behind him. Now that they were amongst their peers, and especially since Snowpaw would be getting his ceremony first, it was important that the fluffy white puffball do nothing to embarrass his ebony-faced mentor. Rookfrost mentally summoned the necessary words, his eyes not even flickering upward to the great crystalline tree of yore, the majesty and spiritual reverence about this place long gone in the cold gray eyes of the LightningClan healer.
He did allow a few minutes to pass for the others to file in, the tom taking a seat at the base of the tree, his posture angled towards the cats that were settling nearby. While the apprentices were starting to calm down, Rookfrost's cool, clipped voice echoed throughout the cavern as his jaws parted to speak the age-old words of ceremony. "Come forward, Snowpaw."
Gray eyes locked with with pale green, black shadowing over white, the experienced looking down upon the greenhorn with cold regality. Sit up straight. Speak clearly. Don't fidget, and we might get through this meeting without too much nonsense. Rookfrost continued, feeling a peculiar sensation that might've been pride at having a protege to follow in his dark, explorative wake, but he didn't linger on it long enough to find out. "Snowpaw, is it your wish to enter the mysteries of StarClan as a medicine cat?"
Snowpaw, is it your wish to pursue the delicate, fascinating, endless pursuit of a scientist and a healer, despite the probability of being ostracized by your own Clan for your work?
If Snowpaw truly wished to learn the ways of his mentor, then he was going to have to leave his morals at the base of this incandescent tree, and never look back.
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Post by Fate Admin on Dec 4, 2012 20:57:32 GMT -5
Snowpaw’s ears swiveled toward his mentor as the dark tom stood, making his way toward the cavern behind them and apparently hurrying everyone on to finally start the meeting. Yes! Rookfrost flicked his tail, beckoning him to follow, and he leapt to his paws and all but bounded after his mentor. The path down to the cavern floor, following behind Rookfrost who seemed to be made of the very darkness that surrounded them as they descended, had Snowpaw’s fur standing on end with excitement again. A glow up ahead alerted him to the presence of the Moon Tree, which was even more amazing than he’d imagined it would be. He paused to look up into its higher branches, every inch of the tree sparkling and white. What made it that way? What made a tree… glow?
He turned his head, momentarily distracted from the Tree, as he thought he heard those whispers again, but they disappeared almost as soon as he’d thought he heard them. He looked behind him, wondering if it may have come from the other medicine cats before starting forward again. As Rookfrost was settling himself, Snowpaw looked for Ivypaw, hoping they could sit together… but then Rookfrost said his name. He took a few steps forward, toward his mentor and away from the other medicine cats, staring up at the larger tom. He took a deep breath, pride filling his chest. He may have been accepted by Rookfrost and his Clan as the medicine cat apprentice, but now he was going to be accepting by StarClan, and even the other medicine cats! It would solidify his future and bring him fully into his new life as a medicine cat. He had been learning about herbs so far… but that was only half of what a medicine cat was.
Rookfrost continued and Snowpaw’s tail rose as he answered confidently, “It is.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2012 11:44:28 GMT -5
Elderpaw, that's a strange name, tilting her head to one side, Ivypaw studied the TreeClan Medicine Cat Apprentice. Perhaps he had been named after the elder flower or something, but before she could ask, the other medicine cats began to rise and head for the cavern that hid the Moon Tree. Ivypaw breathed heavily, her green gaze filled with such excitement that she could barely contain. Dancing from one paw to the other, she followed the medicine cats into the dark cavern. They walked in almost silence, the only sound being the drip-drop of water as it fell from the roof of the cave to the cavern floor. The stone beneath Ivypaw's paws was so cold, she guessed that sunlight's warm rays had never touched it. Everything seemed to be damp in here and a cold wind ruffled the apprentice's creamy, pale ginger pelt. Ivypaw shuddered, though an eerie glow of light caught her gaze. It must be the Moon Tree! The she-cat almost let out a shriek of excitement, but she managed to put her tail over her mouth just in time. Calm, Ivypaw, Calm. Breathing deeply, she stopped for a second to calm herself. She wasn't a kit anymore. Once satisifed, she fell back in line and followed the other medicine cats into the cavern of the Moon Tree. "Woah." There was no word to descibe what Ivypaw was seeing. The Moon Tree was huge, glowing eerily in the dark, despite there being no light source, or not one that the creamy, pale ginger apprentice could see. It's trunk was thick and twisted and the roots of the ancient tree spread out across the cavern, live outstretched paws, guiding Ivypaw towards the great tree. Unsure of what to say, she glanced sideways at Snowpaw, but he too seemed lost for words. The other medicine cats and there apprentices spilled into the cavern of the Moon Tree and Rookfrost quickly took charge and began conducting the first of what would be many apprentice ceremonies. "Come forward, Snowpaw." Ivypaw watched wide-eyed as the white apprentice did as his mentor obeyed. That will be me soon! she thought to herself excitedly. All the nerves from earlier on about not being accepted were now long-forgotten. I'm going to be a medicine cat!
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Post by Hellion on Dec 12, 2012 15:20:45 GMT -5
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I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 20:40:32 GMT -5
“Well then, I assume you would expect the whole of starclan to bow before you oh great Rookfrost.” The silver medicine cat growled as he started the meeting on a rather bossy note. The other medicine cats filed into the den followed by the small balls of fluff they tried to pass off as their apprentices. She watched all the medicine cats file in two by two and she felt a certain level of disgust for her peers, how could they all have found successors so quickly? They had each just been made medicine cats themselves how could they choose so mindlessly the cats that would be in charge of keeping their clan healthy and mended. She couldn’t help but growl as she walked into the entrance, the dark cavern still had the eerie glow that it had always seemed to have however it no longer impressed Smokefur one bit. It was the same tree she had spent much of her time around when she was an apprentice and a younger medicine so she didn’t really wait to pay much attention to the apprentice’s ceremonies as she crawled into the trees branches and watched all the cats from there. From her little perch she watched medicine cat apprentices being created, and she could care less as none of them would meet her standard for her apprentice when she finally found the young talented cat.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 15, 2012 21:00:46 GMT -5
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"Then come forward."
With the confident mew of his apprentice still ringing in his ears, Rookfrost entertained the young cat for a moment, actually bothering to sound 'regal' as he spoke the words he'd had seared into his brain when he had been accepted as Grizzleclaw's apprentice. Drawing in a cool gust of air, the once-warrior's tail flicked once and wrapped around his large black paws like a cobra settling down for a nap. The tom opened his black maw to continue, eyes locked with the white feline he would be filling with knowledge from this point on. Warriors of StarClan, I present you with this apprentice. He has chosen the path of a medicine cat. Grant him your wisdom and insight so that he may understand your ways and heal his Clan in accordance with your will."
Then do as I say, think for yourself and consider all possible outcomes before you act. Do not become so attached to your morals and your precious StarClan that you lose what little potential I actually see in you.
As the other medicine cats let their voices collide into a soft chorus of Snowpaw's name, Rookfrost leaned forward, the already overbearing, bat-like structure of his form made that much more affronting as he touched noses with Snowpaw, the white apprentice cast utterly in Rookfrost's shadow. The black tom flicked an ear towards the Moon Tree, the luminous arbor bathing him in a pale embrace, turning the highlighted sections of his pelt a silvery dark gray. It looked almost like a battle of light and dark, at times Rookfrost's raven-black fur seemed to swallow any light that fell upon it, before the brightness would triumph and illuminate the silky pelt the medicine cat sported.
Ushering for Snowpaw to take his place beside him at the roots of the Moon Tree, Rookfrost's attention turned to the other medicine cats to watch the remaining ceremonies. While his gray eyes flicked from face to face and with each movement the other cats made, his mind was busy elsewhere, perhaps in that macabre little hollow he secretly called home sweet home. His thoughts did not linger long on Snowpaw, but loitered around the white puffball's potential long enough to note that Snowpaw was more or less a clean slate, and that if this little...training regiment was to become in any ways bearable, Rookfrost would have to...influence Snowpaw to his own code of conduct and ideals rather than let the other medicine cats create too much of an effect upon them.
As far as Snowpaw's training into a fully fledged medicine cat went, Rookfrost's only goal for his underling was to perform his job at the same level of excellence that Rookfrost performed his. Even if Snowpaw turned into a StarClan worshiping Moon Tree lover, if he could save a cat's life in his sleep or with a paw tied behind his back, then Rookfrost's little fluffy white work in progress would be considered complete.
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Post by Fate Admin on Dec 18, 2012 14:24:12 GMT -5
Snowpaw let the voices of the other medicine cats wash over him as they called his name, hailing him as one of their own. He raised his tail proudly as he stepped forward to touch noses with Rookfrost. When the calls had died down he took up a spot beside his mentor and listened to the others hold their ceremonies, casting an excited glance at Ivypaw. His gaze was wholly encouraging as she stepped forward for her own ceremony and he called her name more loudly than he had the others. She was his first friend from another Clan, a fellow medicine cat apprentice and when their mentors retired or passed on they would heal their Clans together as equals, full medicine cats in their own right.
Finally the ceremonies were over and the mentors were directing their apprentices to curl up among the roots of the Moon Tree, to close their eyes to sleep, and share their first dreams with StarClan. Snowpaw took his place among the shimmering roots and curled up with his fluffy white tail over his nose, feeling a protective warmth envelop him as he closed his eyes. He waited a few long moments but nothing happened. A flicker of unease passed through him. Had StarClan refused him? He opened his eyes and found himself in a lush meadow. He leapt to his paws in surprise, looking around. The grass was a bright healthy green, tall and waving in a warm breeze. There were flowers peering from between the grass fronds and a butterfly fluttered past, landing on a flower not far away. It took wing again as suddenly two cats burst forth, chasing a plump rabbit. They did not stop to look at him and charged past, following their prey.
A pretty white she-cat emerged, weaving her way quietly through the grass. Fear shot through Snowpaw for a heartbeat; the she-cat coming toward him looked exactly like his mother! Had something happened to her while he journeyed to the Moon Tree? Was she here to say a final goodbye to him? But her scent was different… and maybe she wasn’t EXACTLY like his mother… she seemed a bit taller. He forced his fur to lie flat as he realized it had fluffed up in fear and the she-cat purred, reassuring. “Worry not, young one. Your mother is safe and well. I am Doveflight… I am your kin from long ago. I was once in your paws… a new medicine cat apprentice.”
She bent to touch her nose gently to his ear and he relaxed as her comforting scent wreathed around him. It had a similarity to his mothers, but with the pleasant scent of many herbs added in. “You were a medicine cat too?” he looked up at her curiously.
She gave a short nod, “Yes. Your mother could have been a wonderful medicine cat as well, but she faced the same dilemma I did and chose the opposite path. She chose to lead the life of a queen instead.” She turned, touching his shoulder with her long tail, “Come.” He padded after her as she weaved her way back through the grass. They walked a long ways without another word, and just when Snowpaw had decided to say something they stopped on a high precipice overlooking a valley.
“Do you recognize this place?” Doveflight turned to Snowpaw curiously, somewhat amused when he shook his head, “You should… it is your home, and the home of all the Clans.”
Snowpaw looked harder this time and recognized LightningClan’s territory, and where it melted into TreeClan’s forest, and then NightClan’s… he saw RainClan’s river and all the shimmering streams branching out from it like some great, twisted tree… and StoneClan’s barren landscape. He wasn’t certain how any cat could live in such a bare land and wished to know how StoneClan survived there. As he looked a darkness welled up from the heart of NightClan’s territory, spreading outward toward TreeClan, engulfed part of their forest… and Doveflight spoke, but it wasn’t in the save voice. Or it was, but there were other voices added to hers.
“Night will fall over the Forest, Trees will block out the Light, a mighty Storm will scatter Stone, Five fall to Four and One falls to flight. A kit finds its mother to take up the fight and the Mountain's peace will crumble and cease.”
As she spoke TreeClan’s trees grew taller, fell into his Clan’s territory, where storm clouds were brewing, the same as in RainClan’s territory. The two giant storm clouds moved toward each other, clashing violently over StoneClan territory with a roar of thunder that shook the land and bright claws of lightning raked down toward the ground. Snowpaw flinched, his fur standing on end in fear of what he was seeing. He whipped around to Doveflight, “What is going on!?” The white she-cat was gone. He took a step back and turned to look down at the Valley again, but it was fading into darkness.
Again the words echoed around him, this time in Doveflight’s voice alone, “Night will fall over the Forest, Trees will block out the Light, a mighty Storm will scatter Stone, Five fall to Four and One falls to flight. A kit finds its mother to take up the fight and the Mountain's peace will crumble and cease.”
He jerked awake, leaping to his paws and looking about wildly. He had not liked what he had seen… there was something… wrong…. Something bad was going to happen… but how it would it affect his Clan, and all the others as well? He wanted to ask, wanted to talk about it, but he couldn’t form words, he was too shaken by his rather grim first experience walking with StarClan. OOC: You do not have to follow post order during the dreaming. After everyone who wishes to post their own dream has done so, or enough time has passed without anyone posting a dream, the post order will resume and everyone can post their medicine cat leaving and saying good-bye, etc. Then the thread will be over.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 19, 2012 13:38:56 GMT -5
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The ebony healer was more than a little aware of how much of a waste of time this all felt to him. Though 'felt' wasn't really the right word; he wasn't feeling much of anything from the Moon Tree itself, choosing instead to close himself off to the spectral ancestors that were meant to stalk through his dreams as though he were a creature with a very high fever, no more than wordy figments of his imagination. It defied his reason and rhyme and science, their existence, or perhaps they were just a branch of science he had not yet discovered, nor planned on dabbling in, in the nearby future?
Deciding to give it no more thought than needed, the black tom settled beneath the roots of the Moon Tree, conscious of his apprentice doing the same with the eager animation of any other newly-crowned Medicine Cat in the making, he would suspect. Disconnected from the sense of wonder and fulfillment that filled up the snow white ball of fur nearby, Rookfrost laid down as though preparing for a long nap, his chin resting on his paws, tufted ears ever alert, and closed his eyes.
If anyone had been wondering what the grimfaced, ice-hearted, workaholic medicine cat of LightningClan ever dreamed about, they might be disappointed to find it so mild, and if not for a grayish tinge to the open forest environment, there was little at all to differentiate between Rookfrost's brand of dreamscape and the real world.
It wasn't surprising; he was a realist. His dreams would not be some fantastical representation of his imagination, it was more of a lack-there-of. He did not have strange cats running through the forests of his mind, nor was blood being spilled, bodies sliced open for the sake of an intense medical examination, his future patients studied from afar. There wasn't anything here to suggest he was anything more than average cat with average thoughts.
Padding through the grass, Rookfrost more or less went in the direction of StarClan's Claws, cutting through the grayed moorland with silent steps and bored eyes, haunches swaying as the terrain shifted and he began to go down hill.
He always hated 'sharing dreams' with StarClan. He didn't feel the need to share his, nor was he all that curious about theirs, either.
Just when it looked as though this were building itself up to be one big nap full of nothing, Rookfrost's head snapped up as a blackbird screeched and took off into the sky, glossy-winged and frantic, a whole flock rising and following after the ring leader with the right idea. Glancing back down to his paws, the jet black tom was taken aback, his expression darkening with consternation as he stood in a bloody mess of grass, fur and crimson.
He was at StarClan's Claws.
Eying the terrain coldly, Rookfrost added his voice to this silent, macabre dreamscape, just as a pile of bones floated by on these bloody wetlands he was standing in;
"I know you're there, StarClan cat. Come forward or leave."
He did not tolerate intruders.
As expected, the cat stepped forward from around the rock LightningClan's leader and deputy usually took their place upon, Rookfrost nodding curtly as he spied it to be Grizzledclaw; the tom would not be here, would not try so hard to contact him if it wasn't important. Still, Rookfrost was having trouble working up the effort to look interested.
Instead, out of a cursory sweep of the area, the jet black Medicine Cat noticed that one of the rocks had crumbled; who sat atop that fallen throne then? Which Clan was going to be meeting an unexpected demise?
A stone rolled to a stop at his paws, just as Grizzledclaw opened his maw to address him. Rookfrost's ears folded back and he frowned heavily, annoyed at the disconnected message his old mentor was trying to give him – he was only able to catch every other word, Rookfrost's faith in StarClan about as stable as a weak radio signal.
"Night...scatter...one falls...mother...crumble..."
"Helpful." Retorted the tom in a scathing tone, and Grizzledclaw's piercingly blue eyes caught and held his former apprentice's gray ones, the seriousness that shone back at him causing Rookfrost to, for the moment, bite his tongue.
"Warn them." Whispered the long-dead medicine cat, and Rookfrost made a small, curt nod in response. Oh sure. He'd warn them. As soon as he found out what it was Grizzledclaw had even said to him.
The dream ended in another screech of a blackbird.
Awaking with a small start, the ebony tom, as always, was the first to come back to reality, his cold gaze ghosting over the other bodies of the Medicine Cats, their stillness almost unsettling, with the air tingling all around the cavern as though StarClan were gracing them with their presence even now. Ready for this song and dance to be over, Rookfrost had been a few irritable seconds away from prodding awake his apprentice, when the white tom-kitten had jumped up, wild-eyed, looking as though he'd been shaken down to his very core. "Steady. You are in no immediate danger." Spoke the black shadow, not out of a desire to see Snowpaw calm down for his own peace of mind, but because he didn't want the little fluffball making a scene out of what was probably not worth getting worked up over.
So there would be blood. That meant war. War meant Clan decimation. So their ranks were going to be...thinned out, so what? If history had taught him anything, if his JOB had taught him anything, it was that history tended to repeat itself.
Six moons from now, there'd probably be another grisly dream to make the last one look almost pleasant.
Shaking the last of the sleep from his being, Rookfrost stood up, plume of a tail sweeping through the air, his gaze distant.
He was ready to go home.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2012 7:17:03 GMT -5
Smokefur did her best to watch the ceremonies before her, so many new kits that were ready to try and take up the life. She was usually a loving affectionate cat, and empathetical. Why wouldn’t she be? She had stood exactly where they had once, how hard could it be for her to put herself in their paws and understand how big a moment it was for the young cats. However her near comatose state prevented her from digging deeply into that side of herself, she wasn’t feeling it at all tonight. Normally this attitude would have horrified her, as the silver medicine cat believed that compassion and understanding mixed with a healthy amount of emotion created the best medicine cats. She knew that cats possessing cold hearts took a clinical approach to the trade, and she firmly believed that the much needed emotional stigma of the job created a conviction in a medicine cat to make them work harder, longer and more fiercely then should be cattily possible. So as each cat had their words for their apprentices Smokefur slowly drifted off, her eyes lids flickering softly gently suddenly shooting open as she was dragged back to reality with what little will power she had left. It was a losing battle though as she was soon asleep regardless of her efforts to respect the other medicine cats and their apprentices special moment.
The time between Smokefur starting to drift off and waking up to the face of her aunt and former mentor was in no way measurable, somehow time had lost meaning when she was in the delicate space between awake and asleep. However that mattered not, for the medicine cat wasn’t used to having a dead cat wait for her arrival in such a way before. It was unsettling and Smokefur figured that it hadn’t been that way; it was eerily reminiscent of a more life filled scene one without the perfection of starclan. The answer was revealed by the words of her former mentor, “Funny, I’ve never head of a living clan sleeping in starclan.” Perhaps the meaning of time hadn’t been lost on Smokefur and a bit of time really had passed. “Smokefur, dear, you don’t look well.” It was interesting that even in the perfection of starclan the silver she-cat looked just as she felt in life, horrible to the point of dying. “Funny,” Smokefur replied dryly, “I remember saying the same to you just before you relocated to this fine paradise.” This earned her a mrow of laughter from her kin. “You don’t seem pleased to see me Smokefur.” The younger cat scoffed and replied “You could visit Dapplecloud I haven’t seen you since I helped you pass as gently as I could. It wasn’t easy.” This warranted a quick reply from her aunt, “And when is our work ever easy?”
The moment passed between them as both she-cats remained in silence, if there were any cats watching they would have most likely been speechless. Such candid speech from a living cat to her ancestor in starclan would surely have upset many a clan cat, but Smokefur took a different approach to the whole situation. Smokefur respected her ancestors but she knew many didn’t want to be doted on and patronized; she treated them like any living cat and was all business about it. Her contact with the dead served the purpose of her job, and it made it easy to view her time with them as any other work transaction. She felt even more comfortable about it with her former mentor, behaving exactly as they had when she still roamed among the living. Their relationship was one of a deep profound trust, and it allowed them to make jokes that others might not have found the least bit funny; especially ones that were made referencing said cats death as was observed before. It may have seemed like they were both being critical and clinical with each other, but it was the opposite there was a deep feeling between them which made it possible for them to behave the way they did around each other.
Smokefur was the one to break the silence after giving a gentle nuzzle to the biggest influence she would ever have in her life. She took a deep comfort in knowing that even after death things would never change between her and one of her most beloved kin. “So I assume as you are here for the first time since you passed you have something big you wish to tell me?” She said in a small humbled voice, this elicited a purr from Dapplecloud, “There’s the smart she-cat I trained.” In that moment it was apparent nothing would ever change, Smokefur would always revere her mentor and it wouldn’t surprise either of them if the silver medicine cat never truly surpassed her mentor. Among them Smokefur would always be the apprentice below her great master. “Night will fall over the Forest, Trees will block out the Light, a mighty Storm will scatter Stone, Five fall to Four and One falls to flight. A kit finds its mother to take up the fight and the Mountain's peace will crumble and cease.” Smokefur let the words sink in and didn’t dare ask for any more, she knew perfectly well there was no more information to be given other then what was put in the riddle. She decided to respond with a question that may actually elicit an answer, “I’m assuming all the medicine cats are receiving the same message?” She looked into Dappleclouds eyes, “Of course.” The starclan cat replied simply. Smokefur sighed as she gave her aunt one last gentle nuzzle, “It was good seeing you Dapplecloud, but it’s apparent I must go there is work to do.”
Smokefurs mentor was proud of her apprentice at that moment and wishing to give her strength for what came next parted with choice words, “It was good seeing you too again Smokefur, but I have been seeing you for a long time.” She said in a gentle voice, “I never left you, you are far to young to be left to your own devices my dear.” Those words said so much whilst containing all the soul and feeling that their relationship contained. They were fun and sarcastic while reminding Smokefur that her mentor hadn’t left her yet, because she of all people knew that she was young and she wasn’t ready to take the reins of her own destiny yet. That fear had been knawing at her for so long, but now it was lifted. Smokefur knew she had the eyes of the one cat she so desperately needed on her, and a great burden was stricken from her soul as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2013 9:59:42 GMT -5
Head spinning from her ceremony, Ivypaw watched as the others in turn lay beside the moon tree. I’m a medicine cat apprentice! she thought gleefully. She glanced sideways at Blackeagle before doing as the other medicine cats and apprentices and taking her place under the roots of the great glowing tree. Green eyes alert, she watched as the other medicine cats and apprentices settled into sleep. Feeling nerves mounting up inside of her, she too closed her eyes and allowed herself to be overcome by sleep. The first thing Ivypaw saw was nothingness. There was no other word to describe the black empty space in front of her. Gradually, it grew lighter and the creamy pale ginger she-cat discovered she was no longer in the cavern of the Moon Tree. Frowning, she glanced down at her paws. She was standing on a pebbled shore of what appeared to be a lake. Unsure of what to do, the apprentice rose to her paws and glanced round, looking for any signs of life. Waiting, waiting, waiting. At least that time alone gave her time to study her surroundings a little better. Stretching out in front of her was a great lake; glistening and silver in the moonlight. The water was constantly moving, lapping up the pebbled shore. On the far side of the lake appeared to be marshlands and several rivers stretched into the land there. To her right stood tall forests of pine, towering over the lake. Also to her right was a forest of deciduous trees, very much like TreeClan territory, she noted. And at last to where she stood. The pebbled shore backed onto gently sloping moorlands. The scent of rabbits and hares hung in the air and for a second the StoneClan she-cat was very tempted by the offer of food. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she noticed that she was being approached by a cat. A StarClan cat, at last! The cat’s pelt was a pale ginger and glittered with starshine. Ivypaw glanced down at her own creamy ginger pelt, then back at the she-cat; her fur was very much the same as Ivypaw’s. The StarClan warrior’s eyes, however, were nothing like hers. A pale blue colour, they were calm and reflected a morning sky in StoneClan. Eyes glowing with warmth, the StarClan warrior she-cat reached Ivypaw and began to speak. Her voice was so smooth and reminded Ivypaw very much of water running across pebbles and stones, "Greetings, young one," she settled herself beside the medicine cat apprentice, "You must be wondering who I am and why I am here?" All of a sudden feeling very shy in the presence of this great StarClan warrior, Ivypaw shrunk a little, "H-have I been accepted by StarClan?" The pale ginger she-cat let out a rumbling purr, "Of course, young one. You were chosen by StarClan, why would we not accept you?" Ivypaw suddenly realised how ridiculous she had been. Of course she had been accepted, otherwise StarClan would never have chosen her. Releasing a breath she never realised she’d been holding, she gazed up at the StarClan warrior, eyes filled with awe, "So, who are you then? And why are you here?" The she-cat chuckled softly, "Do you not recognise me?" Ivypaw studied her for a second. There was something familiar about this StarClan Warrior. The pale ginger she-cat didn’t give her the chance to answer, "My name is Cloudsong, I am Sharptalon’s mother." Ivypaw’s gaze darkened for a second. Sharptalon was her father, well, at least technically. Ivypaw had always refused to call him her father seeing as the ginger warrior refused to even look at her; considering her as just a mistake. She could see the family resemblance though, looking at Cloudsong. She and her son both had the same calm blue eyes and ginger pelt. Cloudsong leaned closer to Ivypaw, her voice sympathetic, "I know Sharptalon ignores you, but please, you must listen to what I have to say." Ivypaw sighed but nodded. Unable to hold Cloudsong’s gaze any more, she studied their surroundings again. There was something about this place that she couldn’t put a paw on. "Recognise this place?" Cloudsong asked, noticing Ivypaw’s attention was on the lake and forests surrounding them. Before Ivypaw had a chance to answer, she had already spoken, "It was the home of the clans before they came to the lake." Cloudsong’s calm blue gaze turned wistful, "My mother lived here, as a tiny kit." Ivypaw was a little unsure of what to say after the pale ginger she-cat’s longing mew, luckily, she didn’t have to. "The clans faced a time of trouble then, just as they do now," she meowed, leaning a little closer to Ivypaw, "I have a message for you, dear one." A message? Again, the creamy pale ginger apprentice was lost for words. She had only just learnt that she had been accepted by StarClan and all of a sudden she was receiving a message? "I’m not the only one being given this message, am I?" she asked, voice trembling a bit. Surely Blackeagle would be receiving this message too? "Of course, small one," Cloudsong reassured her, "Now let me speak." The StarClan warrior cleared her throat and leaning in close to Ivypaw, she spoke softly, her voice scarcely a whisper, "Night will fall over the Forest, Trees will block out the Light, a mighty Storm will scatter Stone, Five fall to Four and One falls to flight. A kit finds its mother to take up the fight and the Mountain's peace will crumble and cease." Ivypaw stared at Cloudsong; green eyes wide with confusion, "W-what do you mean?" she asked, voice trembling, "What kit?" The pale ginger she-cat leaned even closer to Ivypaw, "You must tell Fallingstar of this message," Cloudsong then sat up, blue gaze searching their surroundings, "You must go now, the other medicine cats will be waking up soon." And before the creamy pale ginger she-cat could ask any questions, she was whisked back to the cavern of the Moon Tree. Blinking open weary green eyes, she glanced around to see if any other cats were awake. Upon seeing that they were not, she gave a sigh and resting her head on a paw, waited.
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Post by Hellion on Jan 2, 2013 1:07:36 GMT -5
Upon ensuring that Flickerpaw was comfortable, Swanfeather curled up to sleep, letting her breathing melt away into a steady rhythm. She had always felt at ease when around Moon Tree and just after a few moments she was fast asleep, her dreams carrying her to StarClan's territory.
She wasn't there long until her white warrior greeted her with a warm nuzzle and she opened her eyes, to the wonders of StarClan's territory. It always amazed her how in her dreams StarClan's territory was able to reflect her own ideal territory and sure enough a slow moving stream to her right and a low handing branch to perch upon was within leaping distance. While at first Swanfeather would have loved to just simply enjoy the beauty of the area it was cut short by Frostfang's distracted behavior.
"I know you have something to tell me, I can feel it in the way you are acting. Please tell me" She spoke with a warm loving sound, rarely used as she sat down beside him. The white warrior kneaded his paws before looking forward and standing up to move to stand in front of her. His voice changing to sound like many cats at once.
""Night will fall over the Forest, Trees will block out the Light, a mighty Storm will scatter Stone, Five fall to Four and One falls to flight. A kit finds its mother to take up the fight and the Mountain's peace will crumble and cease." The words rocked Swanfeather to her core and as she nodded in silent understanding she looked down, mauling over what he and all of StarClan had said to her.
"There will be a war won't there?" Swanfeather meowed bleakly but Frostfang broken out of his trance when to nuzzle her cheek, but at that moment Swanfeather realized just how cold he was from her, no ever would she feel his warmth like she wanted so many moons before.
"Bravekit is safe, if you see your sister please tell her that, I need to wake up and return to the world of the living. I love you Frostfang, but if what you are telling me is coming soon, I need to be prepared." She spoke quickly and backed away from him, feeling her heart break as she turned quickly and ran toward the living world, away from StarClan's borders.
With a slight start Swanfeather rose up a little and looked around. She was among the few to awake early but she didn't speak at all. She kept her mouth shut and her eyes downcast, unsure of what was to happen next, but Frostfang's warning rang in her ears.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2013 23:44:19 GMT -5
Flickerpaw adjusted himself into a sleeping position that wouldn't be completely uncomfortable; he was also near enough to Swanfeather that the she-cat's warm scent reminded him that he wasn't alone. Blinking, the tom tried to make himself tired, and while the other cats seemed to quickly have fallen asleep, the tom was unable to. Frustrated, Flickerpaw was beginning to wonder if it was because StarClan hadn't accepted him as RainClan's medicine cat. His mentor had been wrong about him.
Yet, just as the tom's thoughts fell negatively, he realized that the medicine cats were not alone in the cave. A pretty light gray she-cat stood at the base of Moon Tree, and upon spotting her Flickerpaw jumped to his feet. Surprisingly, the action didn't hurt, and the tom realized that he was already dreaming. The tom bounded over to the female and touched his nose to hers.
"Featherpaw!" he meowed affectionately.
His sister took a step back and licked the tom's forehead. "Looks like you're doing well, Flickerpaw," she responded softly. "You've found your place."
The tom nodded, flattening his ears. "I was never cut out to be a warrior," Flickerpaw admitted. "But what about you?"
The silver she cat flicker her tail and bowed her head. "I hunt with StarClan now, but things are better this way. I'll be watching over you and Shallowpaw now." Featherpaw then turned her back to the apprentice and waved her tail back at him, murmuring prophetic parting words. "Night will fall over the Forest, Trees will block out the Light, a mighty Storm will scatter Stone, Five fall to Four and One falls to flight. A kit finds its mother to take up the fight and the Mountain's peace will crumble and cease."
Before the tom could respond, a sharp pain shot through his leg and his eyes shot open; instead of standing near Featherpaw, he was once again curled beneath the roots of Moon Tree. She was gone.
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