[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Ebonyheart,

Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams

It was quiet.

The storms had finally subdued but the result of it's aftermath was more than likely devastating. Newleaf and Greenleaf always had the unfortunate side effects of melting ice or cumbersome storms that flooded half of the valley. Something that Stoneclan was lucky to avoid, though their rocky terrain took on different side effects. 

Such as rockslides due to weakened and damp earth that could no longer hold it's structure. Hopefully this Greenleaf they would be spared any natural disasters such as that. The inky black healer did not want to tear the claws from her paws in a desperate search to see if any of her clanmates were alive, buried beneath the rubble that so often claimed many if not most lives. 

Though it had been some time, the though that Smokestar had lost all nine of her lives to one event had been enough to cause a small wiggle of fear to live within the solo healer's heart. Her mind wandering to the dilute gray warrior that now led the clan with a level head and genuine care. His health was always somewhere in the back of his mind, and somewhere within the organ that beat within her chest. 

Wide, flat paws led the large molly through the barren terrain as she padded alongside the swollen banks of the Stone Stream. It was the border between her clan and that of Rainclan, and just the sight of the rushing water made Ebonyheart wonder about the state of the larger and more dangerous river than ran within the depths of their low lying, reedy territory. 

An ear flickered atop the head of the pretty she-cat, the faintest sound of scuffling through wet territory reaching her senses as a fishy smell rose above that of the fresh rainfall and wet ground. It seemed that both clans had yet to appropriately claim their territory boundaries since the raining had ceased this morning, but Ebonyheart was sure a patrol of stone worn warriors were not far behind where she carefully padded. 

A familiar pair of ears peaked up over water logged reeds from the other side of the banks of the stream, causing an amused wiggle of the near unnoticeable nub of a tail behind the elder healer. Perhaps it was a good thing the young apprentice of Rainclan was not set to be a warrior, not to mention her apparent clumsiness. 

Rustpaw's personality and innocence suited her well though and Ebonyheart found it endearing. The large black feline had been raised in a more proper and ladylike manner, never able to experience the free spirited youth of many young cats. Not that she would have changed a thing about her kithood, nor about her family. 

"Rustpaw, your ears make beautiful flowers." Ebonyheart called out in that sharp and proper tone, but there was a faint sliver of amusement within her voice as those unreadable mossy hues waited for the rest of the lurking she-cat to pop up from the green reeds around her.

36 Moons StoneClan Medicine Cat 

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Rustpaw

Rainclan She-Cat

I'm talking with a big smile

She had been rather...distracted, admittedly. Her paws carried her forward, though she didn’t know exactly where she was going. Usually bright amber eyes stared towards the ground ahead, expression blank, an odd occurrence for the normally cheerful she-cat.

She was still having those dreams, the ones that had started a few seasons ago by now. They didn’t plague her sleep every day, but they were still frequent enough to impact her overall mood. She just felt...down. Confused. Wishful, even.

Rustpaw was getting a little bit older now. Had she continued on the path of a Warrior, she likely would have been one by now. But, alas, Medicine Cat Apprentices gained their full rank a bit differently than regular Warriors. It was perfectly acceptable for her to still be an Apprentice at this age in this field, for there was a lot to learn. She actually enjoyed her role within the clan. She got to help her clanmates, she constantly got to grow closer to all of her clanmates, she was always learning, always busy. From what she could tell, and from the brief praises she would receive from Dewfrost on occasion, she thought she was doing well. She knew quite a few herbs now, and she had helped cure others alongside her mentor when bad things happened. No, she was nowhere near perfect at what she did, but she had plenty of time to learn.

But it was not her herbal abilities, or her memorization, or any illnesses or injuries or any of that that was getting to her. No, what she was having trouble with was the spiritual aspect of her role. She was still new to all of this, so it made sense that she still didn’t know everything when it came to Starclan, or their signs and visions. She had met with them...four? Times now? If she remembered correctly. Each time she had fallen asleep at the Moon Tree, closing her eyes and finding herself walking alongside Farsight, the cat she assumed had become her official guide. If that was what you called it.

She did really like Farsight. She was a tad bit hard to understand at times, given that Rustpaw was far more welcoming than her guide, but they got along very well. But, despite liking Farsight, she couldn’t help but keep wondering...would she get to see anyone else? More specifically...her mother? Or her sister? Was there a way to choose who you got to see? Could you talk to any of them at any time? How often did they send signs and visions to you that really meant something?

Were her dreams and fantasies she kept having a sign from Starclan, or was it her own mind longing to see those familiar faces…?

The ruddy she-cat’s small paws came to a stop, her dazed mind not comprehending that she could push right through the reeds ahead if she wished to. She continued staring, though she was brought out of her trance when she heard a voice. Her ears pricked and her head lifted. Amber eyes blinked a few times, glancing around herself. She knew that there was a Rainclan Warrior around here somewhere sent to keep an eye on her, but that hadn’t sounded like them.

It was only then that she lifted her front paws off the ground, just barely managing to balance herself on her back legs. As she peeked over the reeds, she spotted a dark figure on the other side of the river. For one, when had she made it this far from camp? Did she really walk all this way without realizing? But also, who was that? It took a moment, but she finally recognized that it was Ebonyheart, the Stoneclan Medicine Cat.

With a small smile, she got back on all four paws, pushing herself through the bushes and onto the shore. Even though they were on opposite sides of the shore, it was only now that she fully took note of the fact that she had grown a decent bit over the last season or so. She wasn’t close enough to tell, but maybe she didn’t have to look up to meet the black she-cat’s gaze anymore? She wasn’t sure, she had been too lost in thought during the last Medicine Cat Meeting to tell.

Darker rusty-red ears flicked at the others’ comment, the smile on her face growing a tad.

“Hey Ebony.” She hesitated for a moment. Had Dewfrost been here, she may have given the healer Apprentice a sideways glance. From what she knew, apparently it was rude to call others only by the first portion of their name? Maybe? She honestly wasn’t sure. Maybe it was just a “proper manners” thing, or maybe it was just a high-rank other-clan thing, something to do with respect. She didn’t know, but given her personality, Rustpaw was never the super formal type. She could be when needed, but during a casual encounter like this, it felt more comforting to just address the other as a friend rather than just ‘another clan’s Medicine Cat’.

“Red plants usually remind most cats of poisons. So I do hope I make a good non-poisonous red flower.“ The younger she-cat chuckled, stepping forward into the cool water. The water sent a small shiver up her spine as she entered further, paws swiping beneath her as she paddled towards the other side of the river. It wasn’t a super far swim, but given her size, it took a little bit more effort to cross than the bigger members of the clan.

She pulled herself from the water on the other side, droplets falling from her chin, chest, stomach, and tail as she emerged next to the black molly. The instinct to shake the water from her fur sprouted in her mind, but she didn’t want to be rude, so she stood still, head turning to meet Ebonyheart’s gaze.

“What is a boulder cat doing so close to the water, hm?” She allowed an air of playfulness to twist through her voice, though she did find that her voice grew quieter. Even now, when distracted with something else, her head still found a way to keep her previous thoughts right there, just barely out of view. Maybe Ebony would know more about this than she did?

but they haven't got a clue.

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