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Post by Fate Admin on Feb 2, 2015 18:07:26 GMT -5
Snowheart had been terribly surprised that Rookfrost was going with him to the medicine cat meeting. His former mentor had stayed in camp the last few times he had gone; actually this was the first meeting Rookfrost would be attending since he had performed his full name ceremony. His ears twitched thinking about it. What sort of mentor told their apprentice to come up with their own full name? His plumed tail flicked behind him as he strode onwards, following behind his dark counterpart and staring at the back of his black head through narrowed eyes.
He hadn’t had the first idea what to name himself. For a moment he understood how leaders must feel every time they had to name a warrior. He had never really thought about names too much before Rookfrost had told him he would be naming himself. It was always something some other cat would do for you, not something you did yourself; it was never anything any cat should have had to worry about. What did he want to be called for the rest of his life? In the end he had gone to his littermates. He hadn’t wanted to tell them why he was asking, he wasn’t sure what was up with Rookfrost but he wasn’t… a normal Clan cat.
So he had asked them offhand what they thought he should be called, just because he was wondering, of course, no other reason. Surely he would be getting his full name soon and he was just interested to hear their ideas. Icewhisker had suggested Snowcloud and Snowfeather. Snowcloud made him think of their father and… he didn’t really want to think about him constantly every time he heard his own name. Snowfeather he had liked. It reminded him of Dovesong a little bit, dove and feather. But Frostfire had suggested Snowheart, because he was a big softy, and after a little more thought he had to agree with his sister that it fit him quite well.
Rookfrost had performed the ceremony, given him his new name in front of the other medicine cats, the name he had decided upon with the help of his littermates. And then he had ceased going to the meetings altogether, which had suited the newly named Snowheart just fine, even if it had initially surprised him. He supposed it wasn’t a bad idea for one of them to remain in camp in case something happened. After all, the journey to the Moon Tree and back was not a quick one. And besides, Rookfrost clearly didn’t speak with StarClan. It had become rather obvious to Snowheart some moons ago, though he kept it to himself. There was no concrete evidence for it, just… a feeling, a knowing. He lived and worked with Rookfrost every day after all.
He sighed as the cavern to the Moon Tree came into view and waved his tail for their escort to make themselves comfortable. It appeared they were the first to arrive. He padded past Rookfrost and entered the cavern first, glancing back at the dark tom. He couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you come?” Why this time? He had been so uninterested previously. What could have possibly made him want to come? He didn’t come for StarClan, he certainly couldn’t be coming to socialize, he didn’t seem to care to socialize with anyone at all, at least not that Snowheart had seen. He wasn’t even sure his former mentor would humor him with an answer, and if he did, if it would be the truth. He would probably just tell him to figure it out himself and leave it at that.
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Post by Fawn on Feb 2, 2015 20:05:48 GMT -5
⇒Medicine Cat of LightningClan⇐
My name is death and the end is here.
There would always be that danger of discovery in his extracurricular activities. That didn't mean he wasn't allowed to act when that danger came a little closer than he would otherwise tolerate, stepping into his world in the shape of a misplaced apprentice or a smitten warrior searching for the object of her affections, finding only the cold embrace of death instead. Too close to the revealing edge for him to work comfortably, Rookfrost did not enjoy this mocking little dance between himself and exposure; in all versions considered, there was not a single one where being discovered would result in anything resembling peace or privacy from his Clanmates, or even the rest of the forest.
The term 'laying low' fit his recent behaviors decently. If their distant leader had even a shadow of a doubt about his involvement in the Clan and the assumed benevolence behind him answering the 'call' to be a medicine cat, then the first few seeds of suspicion were planted, and would be watered by his inability to express joy or worry or affection towards his patients. She would irrevocably mistake his indifference for negligence, or, more annoyingly, villainy, (as though coldness were the standard for immorality) and she would begin to question his role in the Clan far more than he ever would have given her reason to otherwise. The game had gone on for almost two turns of each season, and though Rookfrost had always been cautious, the sensation that fate had been unusually kind towards his endeavors was seemingly drawing to a close. He didn't like that feeling at all, considering he didn't believe in fate. He didn't believe in owing anything to some abstract aspect of life their predecessors had come up with to make sense of the not-so-easily explained.
His silence was held for the duration of their excursion to the Moon Tree, the cold rictus of the cave yawning open into the somber light of the half-moon; Snowheart's question almost went unanswered - not for a lack of an answer, but for lack of hearing it, as any attempt at conversation was unwelcome, and slipped off the dark fur of his ears like water from a RainClan cat's pelt, obsidian tufted tips flicking as though to repel the question back at the speaker. Snowheart, with his emotion-based inability to raise a claw against any cat, was the feline most likely to discover Rookfrost's secret; they were forced to live and work in such close proximity to one another, that the carefully crafted front the black healer had manufactured for himself would soon be recognized as such. He wouldn't be surprised if Snowheart had already observed Rookfrost's lack of deference towards their ancestors, ignoring them as one would anything that didn't exist - with little to no thought about it whatsoever. This had probably prompted Snowheart to ask that singular question of his;
“Why did you come?”
There was a small delay in Rookfrost's response, as though he had to internally backtrack through a neat, tidy assortment of other, more important thoughts than his excuse for this medicine cat meeting, until at last he found the one that would satisfactory. "To meet at every half-moon is part of the Code." Though he would have enjoyed the luxury of staying within camp under the falsehood of not wanting to leave LightningClan without a healer, it was a luxury he could not afford if it meant a suspicious Clan leader over all. Normalcy, or at least, their obnoxious definition of it would be key, here. If Snowheart then asked why he had no attended the previous meetings, Rookfrost felt no shame over feeding his former apprentice that very same falsehood that normally allowed him to stay home.
No wealth no ruin no silver no gold. Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 0:38:35 GMT -5
Come on now I hear you're feeling down Well, I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again
Another trip to the Moon Tree and back for the night. It was a calm night, the wind only rustled every once in a while and the lack of noise was rather accepted. It wasn't like the small, Treeclanner to enjoy, should he hold emotions, chatter of any kind. Which was why him deciding to move to the Medicine Cat's den and become such was rather welcoming.
However, with tensions running high between almost every clan, including Treeclan and Nightclan, Lionstar forced the eerie tom to take an escort with him this time, rather than just he and Honeypaw venturing off on their own. Though, Littletimber believed this to be wasteful, as no smart warrior would attack a Medicine Cat and his apprentice, Lionstar pulled it over as protectetion from Demon, who lived in the mountains.
So, Littletimber was stuck with Sprucefur, Gorsetail, and his alabaster apprentice, Pinkpaw. Which, honestly, left the party rather quiet. Just the way it should be, in Littletimber's point of view. The sandy, brown tabby was leading, far ahead of the others as he let Honeypaw remain by Pinkpaw's side, in which he was sure the white pelted she-cat was glad of, that and the be traveling by moonlight rather than sunlight.
The tom became aware of Lightningclan's bold scent by the time his little escort party reached the base of the mountain and began the tedious climb up it's side towards the hollow that held the frost white, Moon Tree. From his position near the base, the teal eyed tom could easily pick out Snowheart's brillantly white pelt among the rocks in the darkness, and whoever he was speaking too, could only be Rookfrost who all to easily blended into the darkness.
Littletimber continued climbing, flicking an ear back every once in a while to make sure that his 'escort' was doing fine as they made their way up the rocks. He surely didn't want one to take a nasty tumble down and force him to turn back so soon to care for their injured self. That would be rather annoying, should he feel anything at all. Yet those emotions were all a loss to him.
As he reached Rookfrost and Snowheart's position, he caught the tail end of their conversation, something about the Medicine Cat's Code, though not to have the curious emotion, Littletimber didn't bother to wonder what the two of Lightningclan had been speaking of before the army of Treeclanner arrived on the scene.
Flicking out his thin tail, Littletimber beckoned Honeypaw to follow, but the other three to stay as the Treeclan Medicine Cat made his way past Snowheart and Rookfrost and down towards the hollow that held the Moon Tree. The eeire tom wasn't one for converstaion, though he wasn't one for much of anything to be honest.
So when he arrived with his apprentice, he took a seat and curled his tail around his small paws, letting the pale moonlight wash his sandy fur to a nice shade of silver while his teal eyes glowed with an eerie light and he tilted his head to the side, taking in the sight of the glowing white tree.
Relax I'll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 16:24:36 GMT -5
been dreaming of this since a kit i’m on top of the worldHoneypaw was grateful for the escort whether her mentor was or not. Emberstorm had always spoken highly of Sprucefur (although the apprentice hadn't spoken to him herself), and while she was not familiar with Gorsetail, she was especially delighted that Pinkpaw had come with them as well. She happily walked next to the apprentice in silence, reassured simply by hearing the breaths and pawsteps next to her. Sometimes Honeypaw regretted not being able to sleep in the apprentice's den with the others (and even more so when she saw the energy they had after a patrol), but she wouldn't dare give up her job for that. Medicine cat training was hard, yes, but it was a special type of gratifying that made her heart soar.
Green eyes looked ahead at her sandy mentor, leading the party to the Moontree without a second glance backwards. Littletimber was an...interesting cat, she gleaned. She was truly grateful for his instruction and was sure that she could find more redeeming qualities about him the more they spent time together. However, Honeypaw had quickly learned that he was all seriousness and no play, especially when it came to training. This herb does this and is found here. This root does that and is found there. All facts and statements, rote memorization expected. She hadn't been prepared for the work it would take to learn, but as she worked in the den and sorted the herbs, she'd repeat what they were for in a mantra to ingrain it in her head.
As the journey turned into a climb, she realized they were getting closer to the tree. Honeypaw had been shellshocked at the last meeting, where she officially became the medicine cat apprentice, so she felt slightly better about things this time around. Soon enough, LightningClan scent hit her nose, and as they drew closer she realized that Snowheart was there with some other cat. Was that his mentor? Or just his escort? She didn't see any other LightningClan cats around. She had paused to sit with them, but when Littletimber kept walking, she raced to catch up to him in a panic.
The Moontree caught her breath again, just like last time, although she gained control of her body much quicker. The white bark and crystal frost sparkled in the moonlight, causing a white glow to settle on the cavern where they sat. It seemed to pulsate and move on its own, breathing in time with a rhythm only it could hear. Each time she entered the prescence of the Moontree, Honeypaw felt her ancestors around her. She couldn't wait to join the stars and see what they were to learn tonight. honeypaw § medicine cat apprentice § treeclan medicine cats unite! § tagged 450 § wordcount i posted don't skip me ;-; § notes i'm on top of the world § lyrics
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 15:42:30 GMT -5
Smokefur couldn't believe she was already trekking towards the moon tree for the medicine cat meeting. It seemed as though she had just come back from her journey to the mountains, and she was well aware she hadn't had a proper nights sleep in over a season. There was always more work which she was more aware of than ever before, there interesting ailments in her clan were piling up and she had one of the most interesting with her tonight. Along with her warrior escort, led by the one and only Moondance, Smokefur had elected to bring Hazepaw and his brother Darkblaze.
Hazepaw had sleep issues, unlike the cats she usually treated however it wasn't a problem getting to sleep. No he was good at that part, much too good and she was at a loss. She had never seen anything like it, she hadn't even heard tales of such an illness. Since she was completely out of ideas she figured it was in his best interest to take him to see the other medicine cat's as maybe one of them could cure the poor apprentice.
Smokefur pushed on, every step sending shooting pains through her paws as she had hardly recovered from her last journey. She was thankful however that she could take it slow as it was safer not to push Hazepaw, he could be carried if need be but Smokefur figured it was just simpler to go easy on him and the other warriors. She learned that this slow pace had made Nightclan the third to arrive after Treeclan and Lightening clan. One she identified by scent, the other by the warriors that stood outside the entrance to the cave.
"Greetings..." She said dipping her head to the warriors, quickly turning back to her escorts and murmuring "Just like a gathering, lets leave tension at the border." She knew that Nightclan and Treeclan had a rocky past, and that things were getting complicated with Rainclan and she prayed everyone would just keep to themselves tonight... or Starclan forbid have a good time and stop bickering.
She tapped Hazepaw with her tail and said softly, "Come on, there are some cats I want you to meet." As she walked through the cave entrance Smokefur knew the other medicine cats would be surprised by her return, but she hoped she could quickly shift the focus onto Hazepaw. "It's good to see you all." She said to her colleagues, not feeling the need to greet them all by name "This is Hazepaw, and he has the most perplexing ailment. I was hoping to receive help with his treatment."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2015 9:25:12 GMT -5
Ivywhisker
The journey to the Moon Tree always took a fair amount of time, but when the journey was spent in solitude it seemed to last even longer. The pale cream she-cat had long since parted with her escorts, a warrior and his apprentice, Ivywhisker having insisted that there was no need for them to travel all the way to the Moon Tree with her. It had been something of a relief to have them off her fur and to be able to wallow in her own thoughts undisturbed for a while. And, as of late, the creamy-furred she-cat had been flooded with an abundance of things to think about.
Green-leaf had at last swatted away the last of New-leaf and with it had come a drop in the cases of illness in StoneClan, which was always welcomed. The long cold seasons always felt even longer as her clan's single medicine cat and could be very stressful. Ivywhisker didn't have a particularly strong method of dealing with that stress either. And so her thoughts had come to wander as she came to consider the possibility of taking an apprentice. If she began to train an apprentice now, by the time Leaf-bare came around, they would be educated enough to help her deal with the illnesses that were always brought about by the cold weather.
Yet, the pale cream she-cat had something of a dilemma. There wasn't a cat in her clan who had shown any promise for the role of a healer. The clan had four apprentices in train, but their hearts were firmly set upon the path of a warrior and the creamy-furred she-cat had already spent some time with Hawkstar and Frozenrain's new brood; Heronkit and Viperkit. She couldn't see either of them setting their sights upon become a medicine cat as of yet. Perhaps in time one of them would start to show interest in the art of healing? It seemed unlikely, but Ivywhisker would certainly keep an eye on them both, just in case.
That wasn't the only thing troubling her either. Drawing in a deep breath, the green-eyed she-cat padded onwards, focusing for a moment on the rhythm of her paw steps and the regularity of her heartbeat. The StoneClan medicine cat came to the medicine cats' meeting with the hope that her warrior ancestors would be able to offer her some answers to another thing that had been troubling her.
Over the past quarter-moon, Ivywhisker's dreams had been haunted by puzzling visions. They always began the same way; she would be standing upon a rocky plateau and then suddenly she would feel the ground tremble beneath her, sending tremors rippling through her body. It stirred the world around her, sending more birds than the medicine could count soaring from their roosts into the starlit sky. Hundreds upon thousands of black birds, their bodies dark and almost melting into the blackness of the sky. And that was when the cat would appear. He or she would always appear a couple of fox-lengths away from her, stood with great pride upon a rocky outcrop. The outline of the figure was always fuzzy and she couldn't distinguish their pelt colour or even begin to work out who it was. The moment she attempted to move towards the cat, she would awaken. It was the most perturbing thing.
Ivywhisker couldn't even begin to try and decode this message that StarClan seemed to be sending her, she only hoped that tonight's meeting would clarify things and, for the sake of her clan, she hoped it wasn't bad news.
Cresting the hilltop which the pale cream she-cat had been ascending, the location of their meeting at last came to sight. Ivywhisker let a small smile warm her features, sweet relief sweeping through her weary limbs. From what she could see, LightningClan, TreeClan and NightClan were already present, it was just RainClan who had yet to arrive.
Despite the troubling concerns that weighed heavy upon her mind, being able to interact with her fellow medicine cats always brought the creamy ginger she-cat great happiness. The world of a medicine cat was starkly different from the world that the rest of StoneClan's warriors lived in and the medicine cats' meeting offered Ivywhisker the opportunity to spend time with cats who knew that world. It was wonderful really.
Tucking her concerns away, Ivywhisker allowed a warm smile to settle upon her features. She let her intense green eyes regard each of the gathered cats and offered a friendly greeting. Without much thought, her paws carried her towards the cat whom she was most friendly with, Snowheart. With a dip of the head she greeted the white tom in a friendly manner, mewing light-heartedly, "Hi, Snowheart," her whiskers gave a twitch, "It's good to see you again."
She let her eyes briefly survey the other cats who had already gathered. Rookfrost was present, as was Littletimber and his apprentice, Honeypaw. Smokefur seemed to have brought with her another apprentice, a tortoiseshell tom who Ivywhisker couldn't quite identify. Fortunately, the NightClan medicine cat soon introduced her accomplice.
"This is Hazepaw, and he has the most perplexing ailment. I was hoping to receive help with his treatment." The moonlight turning her pelt silver, Ivywhisker let her eyes wash over Hazepaw, curiosity entering her wide green orbs. Although, the StoneClan medicine cat didn't ask any questions on the ailment herself, waiting instead for someone more senior to inquire. Ivywhisker certainly wasn't the most experienced of all her colleagues and although she would be willing to offer suggestions once the NightClan medicine cat did speak, she assumed Smokefur would be seeking more qualified opinions from those more wealthy in knowledge and experience than Ivywhisker.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2015 15:26:18 GMT -5
Featherpaw had arrived at the Moon Tree before the sun had sank beneath the mountains that surrounded the valley. Her placid disposition could not halt the restlessness that welled in her belly. She chose not to approach the tree, which shone blood red in the dying sunlight, but instead to take to the shadows, settling beneath the low hanging branches of a drooping pine to wait for moonhigh. She rested her head on her paws, watching saplings sway in the cooling wind though the veil of needles that shrouded her, a single paw keeping the golden flowers she'd brought with her from being taken up and away by the breeze.
Her life had been shoved in to turmoil just days before, and she hadn't been able to get a pawhold yet. She who strayed on some unforetold starpath had returned, crashing back in to NightClan like a boulder in a rockslide. At least that's what it felt like. Not an ounce of explanation, nor a word of apology. And it left her seething like she'd never done before. Her old mentor wouldn't hear a word of what she had to say, acting as if she was some frivolous kit and not the cat who, under StarClan's guidance, healed and protected her clan. It was by her paws alone that NightClan had survived in Smokefur's absence, but she couldn't manage to utter a single word that would make her listen. It was like a ghostly thorn in her paw.
StarClan had yet to come to her, and she somewhat stubbornly chosen not to reach out to them. It was all so chaotic and disorienting. She lay in wait, watching the stars appear in the darkening sky.
Featherpaw remained completely immersed in thought, barely recognizing that the other medicine cats were arriving. But as the familiar pelts of her clanmates crossed her vision, she was jolted in to awareness. What was Hazepaw doing here? Perplexed, she rose to her paws, taking up the herb, trailing them in to the clearing where the other cats were waiting. She was relieved to see that Snowheart had already arrived, along with Honeypaw, Ivywhisker, and... Rookfrost... But she had little time to speculate as to why the tom had chosen to fill his absence this time, as Smokefur had led Hazepaw in to the hollow.
Fury made her fur prickle, ears pinned against her head as she stalked in to stand across from her former, no, her mentor. She laid down the herbs hastily, but with distinct care. "What do you mean?" she asked incredulously, tail lashing, not bothering to stay her tongue. "We don't need help with his treatment, as it's already been established by me." Her pale green eyes flashed with anger, though only the most perceptive cats would notice the hurt behind it. "In fact, I've brought goatweed here to share with all the clans." She indicated the small pile with her plumed tail, voice lowering as she added, "Which you might have known if you'd bother to consult with me first."
Trying to smooth the frustration from her mew, she distributed the herb to the present cats, one to each clan, addressing all of them as she explained, "StarClan guided me to goatweed for the treatment of Hazepaw and hopefully others. All of its effects are not presently known, but over the past days it has been made clear that it helps Hazepaw avoid falling in to his sleep episodes. Snowheart was gracious enough to allow me to gather it from the moor."
Character; Featherpaw Word count; 591 Notes; ~
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Post by Hellion on Feb 25, 2015 0:18:13 GMT -5
Swanfeather
Baby blue eyes nodded for the warrior in front of her to signal that they were reading to head toward Moontree. Blackfalcon and Vultureback were the two the walk with them toward the meeting place, she hid her dislike of Vultureback well as he took up the rear of their small party. Her new found apprentice, Ottersplash, was walking just a hair behind her which put her at ease.
Despite the awful luck she had with apprentices, Swanfeather felt a little more confident with Ottersplash as her runner up, he had a lot to learn but he had already earned a warrior name, considering her track record he was off to a good start. Allowing the muscle memory to take over, Swanfeather was able to zone out slightly and allow her thoughts to wander, old reminders of moons past, some good and some sad.
Flickerpaw had made the journey, despite the trouble in his leg something Swanfeather will always admire about him. Fernpaw struggled but was able to follow behind Swanfeather and listened well, proving that even in blindness she was clever and quick. Those fond memories were what kept Swanfeather going, it wasn't easy but it was the little victories that helped her push forward. The death of Frostfang had broken her, but the memories of him eased the pain, she rebuilt herself slowly. The following deaths that hit her hard were those of Flickerpaw and Fernpaw, but knowing of her gift from StarClan she tired her best not to dwell on the sadness.
In all honestly Swanfeather found it nearly impossible to get out of her nest daily, but she knew that her duty was first to RainClan and second to her own pain and darkness within her, perhaps with Ottersplash already a decent warrior she'd have one less thing to worry about, which was just training him to take her place. A medicine cat knew all too well how fragile life was and reminded constantly how little time every cat has.
"I'd like to introduce you as my new apprentice when we arrive. Then your ceremony will take place and I'll help you find a nest to sleep and I'll wake you in the morning." Swanfeather said after some time, turning to look back at him, trying to be a supportive mentor but it was difficult if she was to be honest with herself. She hadn't always been the easiest cat to get a long with, just ask any number of her Clan mates.
Silence continued for most of the journey and with the strange combination of scent up ahead, Swanfeather picked up her pace in time to hear the tail end of Featherpaw's statement which put a confused look on Swanfeather's face, perhaps things weren't all that good back in NightClan, not that she'd ever care.
Clearing her throat to bring attention to herself and Ottersplash, she gave a sharp nod in greeting to each cat. "Hello, I apologize for our tardiness. I would like to introduce my new apprentice Ottersplash."
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I had a dream my life would be So diff'rent from this hell I'm living So diff'rent now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 22:32:45 GMT -5
It was hard for his paws to maintain a straight course, as his entire body shook with nervousness. He followed Swanfeather in silence, his mind racing. There would be so many cats, and he would be in the spotlight, and he would be nervous and awkward and then he would have to stand before all of StarClan and that would be worse and there was no way he wouldn't make a fool of himself--
On and on his thoughts went, accompanying him all the way to the cave that led to the Moon Tree. Swanfeather turned back to him and spoke, stating her plans to present him first to the other medicine cats, then to StarClan. He shuddered, already feeling the eyes that would be upon him.
He followed Swanfeather into the cavern, and he stopped in awe at the sight. The great tree shone bright white in the moonlight, larger and taller than he had imagined. He forgot his fear for a moment as he stared, until Swanfeather's voice reached his ears. "I would like to introduce my new apprentice, Ottersplash."
Uh-oh. Ottersplash's brown eyes widened in fear as he finally looked at the gathered cats. Their eyes were on him, and he began to shake again. He stood open-mouthed for longer than necessary, uncertain what to do or what to say. He swallowed hard, before addressing the small crowd.
"H-hi."
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