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Smokestorm

This gal right here's gonna rule the world
No, I won't sit still and look pretty

No matter the weather, hunts and border patrols still had to go out, and Smokestorm had just sent out some of both- a couple of hunting parties and a patrol along the RainClan border. That took care of the prey and one border, but one more remained, and the border with LightningClan was arguably even more necessary to defend, with the Sun Stones as an important landmark.

Glancing around at the cats left, Smokestorm rose to her paws and waved her tail as she spoke. “I need three cats to come with me to check the LightningClan border. Who's up for it? We should be good with four.” Leaving the choice open to whoever spoke up first- hopefully they wouldn’t run into trouble- LightningClan wouldn’t try anything with it being leafbare, would they?

And when the necessary three had spoken up, Smokestorm turned to the entrance tunnel, making her way out of the camp to begin the patrol.

35 moons, StoneClan, Warrior

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[Fawn]

curiosity is not a sin...

...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity

Shadowchaser

He did not often find himself in StoneClan territory; it wasn't close to the thickly wooded pines and murky marshes he was used to. But it was one of the few places catmint grew in abundance, which made a short visit to Dawnblossom in order.

Shadowchaser moved with care, his steps mindful of any hidden icy rocks beneath the snow. just waiting to slip him up. Breath pluming, lungs expanding, Shadowchaser's pace slowed as the distinct forms of a StoneClan patrol - led by a thin furred she-cat he remembered from the Gathering.

Never one to deliberately cause conflict, Shadowchaser raised his tail in friendliness. The bundle of herbs was set down, so he could speak. "Greetings, Smokestorm." To be polite meant holding still and answering any questions they had (StoneClan had been wronged in the past, or so he'd heard), but that also meant staying here in this freezing air and deepening snow. Already, he missed the sturdy, den-like atmosphere of NightClan's camp.

Here, the cold was all around him. His respect for the rock-dwelling Clan increased. "I am here to see Dawnblossom, could you tell me if she or Sandblaze is in camp? And I would appreciate an escort, I've never been to your encampment before."

With enough searching, he could find it, but the sooner he got out of the cold, the better for everyone. It wouldn't do well for a medicine cat to fall ill.

medicine cat of nightclan

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Smokestorm

This gal right here's gonna rule the world
No, I won't sit still and look pretty

Smokestorm, with her patrol in tow, had just come within sight of StarClan’s claws, intending to start from there and work back down in the direction of the camp, where a quick run would be all that was needed once they were finished. The she-cat paused as she spotted the stranger, a ripple of fur down her spine hinting at the momentary aggression before she recognized the cat standing there. The friendly wave of the tom’s tail, and the herbs he set down so he could call out to the StoneClan cats, further soothed her hair-trigger defensiveness.

“Shadowchaser,” she greeted in return. A nod as he continued- as if she would have let him go traipsing across StoneClan territory alone- even as the tone of her reply was civil. “Of course. Both Dawnblossom and Sandblaze were in camp when I left, I’m sure one of them will be there to welcome you. I can take you.” She gave a nod to her patrol, encouraging them to carry on before turning back toward the camp, her stride slower as she waited for Shadowchaser to fall in at her shoulder, picking it up just a touch once he had.

“How is NightClan?” There was really no hiding the blatant curiosity in her tone, even though she knew that she might not learn anything. Medicine cat though he was, Shadowchaser was NightClan through and through, and he wasn’t likely to pass on more than he thought she needed to know. “I heard you had three new kits apprenticed, but I didn’t see them at the Gathering. Are they keen?”

35 moons, StoneClan, Warrior

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[Fawn]

curiosity is not a sin...

...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity

Shadowchaser

Smokestorm broke away from her small patrol, and Shadowchaser dutifully followed; it was difficult to carry on a conversation with a bundle of herbs in his mouth, but the healer managed somehow. He had to sacrifice appearance for functionality. "NightClan is well," Shadowchaser delicately kept pace with the StoneClan deputy. "And the kits you're referring to are Ghostpaw, Crowpaw and Graypaw. Blackwolf's grandkits." He could have mentioned their direct parents, but there was no point in assuming their far more infamous grandfather wasn't a household name to most Clans. "Their apprenticeship should be fun to watch."

'Fun', because Graypaw had a penchant for getting herself into trouble. He recalled all too clearly how Graykit had slipped out of camp and nearly found herself to the border before she'd been retrieved - and scolded harshly for it by Foxstar. "Graypaw has been assigned to one of my sisters, Darkstorm." There was no mistaking the note of pride in his voice. "Her first, but I know she'll do well." Even with an apprentice as wild as Graypaw.

In truth, they were either a perfect match or a disastrous one. All the speculation in the world wouldn't tell Shadowchaser how it would go, he'd just have to see it for himself - and stand by with plenty of poultices if the two she-cats ended up shredding each other. He didn't think Darkstorm would attack a kit, but if anyone could push his sister's buttons, it was Graypaw. "Congratulations on the new kits," Shadowchaser spoke up suddenly, remembering Hawkstar's announcement about Frozenrain's litter of two. "It's a tough season, how are they handling it?" If there was anything he could do to ensure kits survived the harsh weather, Shadowchaser would do so in a heartbeat.

medicine cat of nightclan

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Smokestorm

This gal right here's gonna rule the world
No, I won't sit still and look pretty

Well, was all he told her, and Smokestorm barely hid the grimace at the lackluster explanation. It was about as much as she had expected, and if he had spewed information, she might have questioned either his loyalty or the truth of what he was telling her. Ah, well.

She nodded as he replied to her query about the new apprentices, but the names themselves meant little. Blackwolf’s kin? Of course she knew the old warrior- who didn’t? He’d been an elder until recently, and not many cats who reached that rank willingly chose to re-enter the harder life of a warrior. It made her wonder why, even as she knew she wasn’t likely to get her answer. “Fun?” she asked, wondering at the note in his voice.

A wordless murmur at the news that Darkstorm would be mentoring one was all she gave- had it been a Clanmate, she would have passed on luck, but she wasn’t about to do so for a cat of a different Clan. As the medicine cat mentioned Hawkstar’s own kits, Smokestorm gave a warmer purr. “They’re all doing fine,” she responded. Surely it couldn’t hurt to pass on a little more? “Snowkit was the weaker of the two, but constant care has done her well and she’s getting stronger by the day. Mink-kit, though.”

Amusement flashed through her tone. “Some warrior’s going to have their paws full when she’s apprenticed.” Part of her wished for the chance, but it was Hawkstar’s choice in the end, and she might not have finished Dustpaw’s training by the time the two kits were ready for their mentors. Perhaps, too, it might be better to allow someone with a slightly more laid-back demeanor to take on the kit, for the challenge she would certainly be.

35 moons, StoneClan, Warrior

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[Fawn]

curiosity is not a sin...

...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity

Shadowchaser

Shadowchaser had little experience with kits, both as a Clan cat and as a medicine cat (though, in hindsight, if he’d chosen the path of a warrior perhaps eventually he’d father a litter), but the subject was still well-received. Shadowchaser’s whiskers quivered as he smiled through a gust of wind, opening his mouth with a response on his tongue - when the scent of mouse overrode it.

The NightClan cat’s pace instinctively slowed, remembering his hunting lessons with his sisters, but he caught himself with an embarrassed shake of his head. ”I apologize,” said Shadowchaser, hoping he hadn’t given Smokestorm the wrong impression. He’d never hunt on another Clan’s territory, no matter how strong the prey scents. ”Habit.”

”That’s very fortunate about Snowkit, and Mink-kit reminds me of my sisters. I don’t know if the forest is prepared for so many strong personalities,” Shadowchaser’s eyes, keen and clever, glowed at the thought. Cats like my sisters, and Mink-kit, and Graypaw… They’re going to change things. I can feel it. Thinking to Snowkit’s initial weakened state, Shadowchaser was already going over a short list of herbs and steps he would have taken himself to ensure Snowkit’s survival.

No doubt Sandblaze and Dawnblossom had done all of these things and more; he was going to ask how they’d treated Snowkit once they arrived. Speaking of arrival… Shadowchaser cocked his head, trying to take stock of these unfamiliar surroundings. Were they almost there?

medicine cat of nightclan

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