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Post by Fawn on Apr 1, 2022 23:42:17 GMT -5
curiosity is not a sin... ...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity Shadowchaser The fateful day arrived, on a cold, crisp leaf-bare night. It wasn't as though the healers of the three Clans had time to idly wonder if StarClan's plans - the cold weather brought fresh problems to worry about.
Shadowchaser in particular spent much of his time fielding questions by the more devout members of MistClan, who did not fully know the ways of StarClan but had felt their absence the same as anyone else.
Though the season was marked by ice and frozen earth, it felt like that hot, dry stillness of a drought. Shadowchaser did his best to soothe them, finding reward in being able to provide relief.
Having Rustpaw and Newtstripe at his side was a blessing. They in turn kept his spirits light, enabling him to contend with the needs of MistClan. But on the nights following, as Shadowchaser was able to see the shape of the moon growing, anticipation hummed through him like a swarm of bees.
They had agreed on one escort each; Shadowchaser selected Stoatclaw as his, and the breaths of four cats filled the air ahead of them as they set out for camp. Look for me where the stones whisper, Dewfrost had said.
This cryptic message was one Shadowchaser had pondered hard on, speaking it out loud to those he trusted. At first he thought it might be the sound of the lake lapping against the pebbled beach, but it...didn't... Feel right. And then came the idea that it was not the lake itself, but what fed the lake.
"I trust your eyes are better than mine," Shadowchaser whispered in Rustpaw's ear as they walked to the mouth of old RainClan's once mighty river. "Speak up as soon as you see anything." He gave a soft nod to Stoatclaw and the second MistClan cat, a gentle request that they stand back while Shadowchaser and Rustpaw pressed on a few fox lengths further. Dark paws touched damp stone, sending a chill straight through the tough pads, making Shadowchaser shiver. It was in this motion that he thought he caught a familiar starry pelt out of the corners of his eyes. Dewfrost… They must be on the right path.
medicine cat of mistclan @tagged | jk rowling | background image | table by phoenixDay 14, Half Moon: The wind-and-snow storm continues all through the night and into the next day, only growing stronger overnight. The snow sends a burst of cold against any who leave their dens and the wind gets under any pelt it can. Cats are not recommended to leave camp alone.
IC: Following their starry guides, the medicine cats of the valley are led to a new location called The Whispering Stones! StarClan's presence can be felt here, like a faint breeze across one's whiskers. The ancestors have brought you here to find something, but what? Could this be the new sacred place?
OOC: The first round of posting will be the discovery of the new sacred place, entering it, reacting, etc. Staff have randomized a list of meddies, and one roleplayer has been DM'd with the description of what it is StarClan wants them to find!
The second round of posting will be a ceremony for Rustpaw. Sagepaw will receive her ceremony through a dream.
The third round of posting will be dreams, reconnecting the Clans with StarClan.
Please keep in mind that all posts made here will count towards the high rank checks for March/April.
This is the posting order: Shadowchaser Rustpaw Abyss Ravenpaw ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 Kindleflare BlooRey DVD Ebonyheart Ghost the Undead Goddess
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Post by Abyss on Apr 5, 2022 12:38:18 GMT -5
There was a part of her that had hoped this day would pass. That just one time things would suddenly go back to normal and everything would be fine. All the Medicine Cats would come together, they would go to the Sacred place on their own, they would have their meeting, and then they would come home. No need to search, no need to explore, no need for a guide, none of that. Just an everyday Meddie meeting. But…no matter how hard she longed for that, she knew this wouldn’t happen.
She should have been excited. She should have been awaiting this day eagerly. They were going to go and find Starclan! Their connection with their ancestors would be rekindled! The clans could start going back to their normal selves and not have to worry about where Starclan was or if life would ever return to normal. But she wasn’t.
She had avoided the topic since the day she and Shadowchaser saw the spirit of Dewfrost in camp. Every mention of Starclan, every comment about Medicine Cats, every small inquiry about Dewfrost, she avoided them all. She just put on a smile and pushed passed. She had started to heal. She started to feel better. She was going out on more walks, she was talking to others more, she was gaining her appetite back. She had even started on a new little side-hobby: collecting shells. Finding little shells of varying shapes and colors and patterns along the edges of the Misted Lake, they were a welcome surprise, something small and meaningless, but they actually brought her a small amount of joy. She was becoming herself again. But, when she realized that the night of the half moon was only days away, she could feel those feelings crawling back. She didn’t want to see that spirit again, much less seek it out.
The whole day was spent trying not to think about it, her mind focusing on talking and, for once in too long, spending some time with her friends. But when the time came, with Poppyrain at her side as her escort, Rustpaw joined Shadowchaser and Stoatclaw. As they walked she silently fought with herself, pelt brushing against Poppy’s as her mind took over. Half of her wanted to cave and turn around, to go home, to let Shadowchaser find the new Sacred Place, to go back and organize some herbs or her shells. And the other half wanted to push forward, to face her fear head on, to overcome what had been plaguing her for so long so she could finally fully heal. She didn’t speak, lost in her own mind as she inattentively followed Shadowchaser, following only by watching his legs moving in front of her.
It wasn’t until she felt a breath on her ear and a whisper that the ruddy she-cat jumped, blinking out of her trance and looking to the dark tom. She looked back forward, only now seeing how far they had come from camp. She tried to swallow down the lump in her throat, but it remained. She didn’t respond, not when he first spoke nor the second time. She merely walked forward, unsure of what she was supposed to be looking for, but hoping that it wasn’t what she assumed it was.
And, unfortunately for herself, it seemed she was right. Just as her mentor had, she caught a very short glimpse of a fluffy tail with a faint white glow and the glimmer of stars disappear nearby. Her heart pounded in her ears and her vision blurred for a moment. It was time for her to decide…..was she actually ready to face Dewfrost again? To reconnect with Starclan? RUSTPAW Medicine Cat Apprentice 618
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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Apr 15, 2022 16:47:01 GMT -5
[googlefont=Xanh Mono][googlefont=Dosis] RAVENPAW m e d i c i n e 8 a p p r e n t i c e
Open your eyes, choking on his breath. [attr="class","raven-content"]Ravenpaw couldn't help but wonder if it was even safe to be out in this terrible weather. His white paws felt frozen to the bone, and he was immensely worried about Kindleflare. He wished they were back at GaleClan's freshly built camp, nestled among the feathers and woven grasses of their unfamiliar but comfortable nests.
Look for me where the stones whisper. Ravenpaw was no expert when it came to deciphering the messages from their ancestors, he hadn't even been sure they existed until one appeared before him. His teeth chattered as he stuck close beside Kindleflare's orange tail, wondering if she knew where they were going better than he did. Perhaps some wisdom from all her seasons as a medicine cat made her see things that he couldn't. Perhaps their toes would freeze and drop off before they even came close to finding wherever Tigereye had sent them.
Harechaser, one of the warriors acting as their guardians for the journey into the unknown, gave a mighty shudder, shaking snowflakes from his pelt. "May-Maybe we should go back." Ravenpaw suggested between his chattering teeth, dark pelt standing out against the night snow like a shadow on water. But no sooner had he spoken than he began to make out other feline shapes ahead, moving through the snow. His green eyes widened. "Wait! Is that..." He trotted ahead slightly, tail raising over his head in greeting. Shadowchaser and Rustpaw, who he hadn't really seen since the Clans had divided up into three. Perhaps, if all the medicine cats were being drawn to this one place, they were on the right track.
The group merged together and formed a larger party, the half-moon hanging above them like a watchful, tired eye. Ravenpaw fell behind the group slightly, struggling to keep up wading through the thick, heavy snow. The wind buffeted his pelt, but there was something more than just the wind moving through his fur. He froze, feeling a warmth that contrasted the freezing snow so starkly that he couldn't ignore it. Twisting his head around to peer among the stones and snow, he saw a ghostly face looking at him from among the piles of rocks. Tigereye!
Ravenpaw opened his mouth to call the others, but found that he couldn't bring himself to speak. It was as though his throat had frozen along with his paws. Suddenly, Tigereye ducked out of view, and Ravenpaw felt panic surge up in his chest. Wait! Stop! He hopped towards the stones like a rabbit, trying to clear the snow with his paws to gain speed. When he reached the rocks, he noticed that there was a partially frozen waterfall running down among the rocks, the gurgling voice of the water so soft you could barely hear it. Where the stones whisper... Face brightening with excitement, Ravenpaw looked around. Not a sign of Tigereye... He could barely make out a trace of his scent. Confused, he stepped forward, wondering if maybe the ice had something to do with whatever StarClan had sent them to find... and he quickly discovered just how slippery ice could be. With a yelp, Ravenpaw lost his footing and slipped, tumbling over on his side. Opening his eyes grumpily, he was astonished to find that he had slipped behind the half-frozen waterfall. Sheets of ice dangled in front of a hidden entrance, one that he never would have found had he not slipped on the ice.
His whiskers trembled. He could feel a power in the air around him that was almost suffocating, the undeniable presence he had felt when Tigereye had first delivered the message to him and Kindleflare. "Kindleflare! Rustpaw, Shadowchaser! Down here!" He finally found his voice, pushing himself shakily to his paws and shaking the snow from his back. His ears swivelled to catch the lightest of pawsteps, and he turned to see Tigereye disappearing further among the stone walls. Feeling compelled to follow him, Ravenpaw walked slowly and cautiously into the darkness. Slowly, the shadows lightened to a pale white glow, gradually getting lighter and lighter until Ravenpaw could make out the transparent outline of Tigereye's spirit. What he found as they emerged into a wider cavern took Ravenpaw's breath away.
The walls were lined with glimmering gems, crystals that jutted out from the rock like ethereal flowers. Each one twinkled with its own light, as though a spirit from StarClan had each occupied one single crystal. Ravenpaw jumped as he felt fur brush against his side, and he looked up to meet Tigereye's gaze. There was a warm, relieved smile on the other tom's face as a purr rose up from his chest. Ravenpaw returned the smile, and when he blinked, the other tom had vanished. He turned his head as he heard more pawsteps behind him, but this time, they were the pawsteps of the living.
You grimace, then smile. [newclass=".raven-content b"]color:#9679ff;[/newclass]
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GaleClan Leader GorgeClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on May 9, 2022 23:04:04 GMT -5
Ebonyheart, Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams She always thought Silverpelt was brighter during Leafbare, perhaps it was just because the valley was dull and barren during that time compared to the twinkling of the clans' ancestors.
Pale green hues shifted as the large black she-cat sat at the entrance of Gorgeclan's new camp, curious as to which star could possibly be the spirit of Birdstar. She was silently waiting for Sagepaw to arrive with their escorts. Granted, nether healer knew just where they were going but perhaps Starclan had some sort of special way to guide them.
Or maybe, just guide Sagepaw.
Ever since Ebonyheart had conceived the kits of the late Birdstar before the great earthquake, Starclan had been less inclined to speak to the former healer of Stoneclan. Not that it really bothered the inky coated molly, she still devoted her life to taking care of those within her clan without the worry of whether or not a bunch of dead cats wanted to disown her as one of their chosen.
Though, she wouldn't lie that she missed seeing the youthful and happy features of Mintleaf. The starry pelted tabby was young, probably no more than 12 moons old but she had the wisdom of a hundred moons within the brightness of her leaf-green hues. Her joyful personality often meshed well with the living molly's more stiff nature. Ebonyheart assumed that they had pulled her given guide for the time being, and sending an ancestor in the haughty shape of old Badgerpelt.
Pawsteps across the freshly fallen snow caught the elder healer's attention as Ebonyheart turned her unreadable gaze towards where her new apprentice was arriving with Bramblevine and Redshadow.
Dipping her head, she gave a respectful nod towards her elder kin and the former Treeclan warrioress before turning to Sagepaw. "I checked on the kits and the elders, they should be good for the night." The young blue feline purred in a soft tone, her gaze trying to hold back the sparkle of excitement at what might occur tonight.
There would be a new finding of a place to commune with Starclan, a place that all the healers were setting out tonight to find. Very faintly, Ebonyheart caught the familiar scent of Badgerpelt blowing from beyond the entrance, she could almost imagine the scowl of impatience and disappointment within the old black and white queen's expression.
"Better not keep the others waiting then." Her tone was sharp but not disrespectful towards her ward.
The walk was mostly silent, Ebonyheart following the faint scent of her ancestor but it seemed like Sagepaw had her hues locked onto to something more than just a smell. Was Starclan choosing the younger she-cat? Had they already decided this was the feline they were placing their trust and desires into now that the inky molly had failed them?
Perhaps Sagepaw was better suited to commune with them, her heart was free from the taint of love - however accidental it may have been on Ebonyheart's part.
Soon enough the black molly was able to catch the familiar scents of Shadowchaser, Rustfeather, Kindleflare and Ravenpaw - the healers from the other clans had all arrived before those from Gorgeclan. Giving a flicker from one of her ears, Ebonyheart had the warriors with the two healers wait behind as they followed towards where the trail led them. The ginger and tabby elder's tail was sighted before dipping out of sight just before them, and the overwhelming stench of Badgerpelt was stronger.
Had they finally found the correct place? A place for healers and leaders of the future to come and speak, to come and gain their nine lives. Even here, at the ridge, she could hear it - the whispering of the stars.
Trailing after Sagepaw, they were brought into an opening where crystals of many different colors shimmered just like the lights from Silverpelt. Birdstar... are you here? She couldn't help the thought within her mind as her heart squeezed ever so slightly. Her maw parted to announce the presence of the Gorgeclanners by meowing in a soft voice, "It's beautiful down here."
42 Moons GaleClan Medicine Cat
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