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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Aug 11, 2022 7:34:23 GMT -5
[googlefont=Poppins,800][googlefont=Aboreto][googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900,900i] [attr="class","topheader"] [attr="class","topheadertitle"] [attr="class","cp cp-moon"] Greenleaf, Year 9[attr="class","cp cp-moon-o"] Greenleaf, Year 9[attr="class","topheaderb"] [attr="class","anncontent"] Day 19: The weather today is hot and humid. The temperature during the medicine cat meeting is 90°F/32°C. The half moon hangs in the sky, marking tonight as the night the medicine cats return to the newly discovered Mooncrystal Cavern to commune with StarClan once more.
 Alongside Shadowchaser walked a small ruddy red she-cat, and though her small paws were taking her forward in stride and her eyes were trained forward, she did not seem herself. Whereas most times she was viewed with a smile and a pep in her step, this night she walked calmly, eyes glazed over facing ahead into the distance.[break]
 Unlike his glassy-eyed companion, Shadowchaser walked with focus, his ears on constant rotation. It wasn't that he did not trust the guard accompanying them - quite the opposite, really - instead, he wanted to memorize this moonlit path for himself. It felt good to be out under a light that wasn't blistering and unforgiving. Shadowchaser had always found the moon to be the kinder of two sisters.[break]
Attending with them: Sunfeather and Hartcall.
 It was a quiet walk, little to no talking except the occasional remark from the accompanying warriors as they kept watch through Gorgeclan's territory and towards the new meeting place of Starclan. Ebonyheart let Sageheart take the lead, though the younger healer seemed almost distant - as if her head was focused on the Medicine Cat Meeting tonight.
The black queen could feel the shimmer of the half moon across the thick black fur of her coat, and though Starclan was waiting the elder she-cat wasn't even sure if the starry ancestors would communicate with her tonight or if she would be tossed into a dreamless sleep.
Attending with them: Weaselnose and Lakegaze.
 With silvering muzzle and faintly aching joints, Kindleflare navigated her way through the territory with Ravenpaw at her side. Her eyes, though still warm, betrayed the exhaustion felt from a long span of fighting the outbreak paired with age.
Glancing to her side, she offered her apprentice the same motherly smile as always, despite the uncomfortable heat of the air. The journey would not be long now.
 Ravenpaw kept pace with Kindleflare, slowing himself slightly and being mindful of how much older than him she was. His soft green eyes kept flitting back to her, glowing in the moonlight. The Greencough outbreak in GaleClan had taken a huge toll on them, and Ravenpaw had only just recovered from his own chest infection.
It was cooler than it had been throughout the day, but still unbearably hot. He hoped it would be much colder underground amongst the soft blue glow of the crystals.
Attending with them: Cloudyfeather and Cindertail.
[attr="class","cp cp-moon"] Rules1. You must post within 48 hrs of it becoming your turn.
2. The wordcount minimum for these meetings is only 150, but feel free to go beyond that.
3. The meeting consists of three rounds. First round will consist of any ceremonies that need to be completed. Second round will consist of the dreams and communing with StarClan. Third round will consist of the cats sharing conversation prior to going home.
4. The posting order: (current turn highlighted)
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Post by Fawn on Aug 19, 2022 20:47:44 GMT -5
curiosity is not a sin... ...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity Shadowchaser Returning to the Mooncrystal Cavern felt like going home again. The coolness of the rock beneath his paws and the almost imperceptible hum of the crystals easily lulled him to sleep. Scents of his fellow medicine cats - including the brush of young Rustfeather's fur - built the path to StarClan, pulling him deeply in to dream.
Shadowchaser had known it was bound to happen when he saw her again, but the ache in his chest still struck deep as his gaze fell to the multi-patterned coat of Thornscar.
His littermate greeted him with a purr, and a soft tease. "You look better fed than when I last saw you. Must be a sign that things are returning to a state of peace."
Shadowchaser conceded a laugh. "Or at least less hectic enough, that I'm not forgetting to eat." Rather, Newtstripe doesn't have to remind me as much. He kept that comment to himself, steering the conversation to something more relevant. "It's good to see you. Bramblesnow and Breezewhisker are both doing well in MistClan. I know Hollowpaw must be safe with you." He glanced down at Thornscar's legs, half-anticipating his nephew to appear between her paws like a wayward kit.
Sadness registered on his sister's starry features, then she flicked her tail behind her to indicate the parts of StarClan's forests Shadowchaser could not see. "He's busy playing with others like him. Young lives cut too short."
Shadowchaser's smile tightened in response to the lump in his throat. "Good." Hollowpaw would never know loneliness or pain again. Shadowchaser crossed the star-strewn grass to gently butt his head against Thornscar's flank. "Do you have any news to share?" he asked.
"Just that StarClan is pleased with Cloverstar's choice, even if she neglected to consult her medicine cats." Thornscar smirked, and Shadowchaser felt a flicker of good-natured annoyance. Was it that obvious that he was bothered by the exclusion? "That's a relief. I think she'll do well. She's a little more…heart-minded than Cloverstar." That was as carefully crafted a statement as Shadowchaser could make - and Thornscar saw right through it.
The tortoiseshell warrior snorted. "A wise leader recognizes her own shortcomings and makes up for it with her peers. Looks like ours realized she sucks at socialization."
Shadowchaser cocked his head. "'Ours'. Do you still feel loyal to Cloverstar?" It was a funny thing, to his ears.
Thornscar's expression gentled. "I'll always feel loyal to the Clan raising my kits. The Clan our sister died for, no matter what they call themselves or who they answer to."
A worthy answer from a former queen. Shadowchaser bowed his head, letting her words soak in as the time for goodbyes approached. "I'll see you again at the next half-moon," he promised, as Thornscar stepped up to lock his narrow shoulder.
The she-cat did not answer, her expression enigmatic as she withdrew into the misty woods. The edges of Shadowchaser'd vision faded and then darkened, returning to focus in the crystalline cavern under the earth. The dark furred tom sat up, letting the dream settle into his body like a warm meal. It wouldn't be long before the rest of his companions awoke.
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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Oct 9, 2022 11:45:37 GMT -5
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▸ Blood, bones, gore, murder, nightmare, panic attack: The following post describes blood due to an injury, the skull or bones of a cat, gore, the killing of a character by another character, a character having a nightmare and a character experiencing a panic attack. [googlefont=Xanh Mono][googlefont=Dosis]  RAVENPAW medicine cat apprentice 8 he/him pronouns
Open your eyes, choking on his breath. [attr="class","raven-content"]Ravenpaw carefully bent his nose to touch the cold surface of the glinting pool. He was grateful for the softness of the light emanating from the crystals. It was gentle and cool. He hadn’t said much on the way there, lost in thought. When he finally sunk into the darkness of sleep, he found himself hyperaware of a deep coldness that leached in beneath his pelt.
Forcing open his eyes, he found himself lying in a field unlike any he had ever seen before. It certainly didn’t look like the warm, rolling hills of StarClan. Whiskers trembling, Ravenpaw raised his head and looked around. Mist curled around his paws, tugging at his fur. “Hello?” He called, his eyes flitting through the darkness, attempting to identify a familiar figure. He saw the shape of a cat through the mist just ahead of him, and began to approach cautiously. “… Tigereye?” He meowed, his voice barely above a whisper. But as the mist pulled away, he saw that it was a slim black tom with his back to Ravenpaw, staring stoically ahead. “Hey…” Ravenpaw tried to get the cat’s attention, taking a step forward. The dark starless sky stretched above them like a gaping mouth.
His white paw stepped in a puddle. He paused, and drew his foot back, looking down. His toes were soaked with red. With a cry of alarm, Ravenpaw realised that the path ahead was streaked with blood, thick, metallic and fresh. The stains led all the way up to the tom, who still sat with his back to Ravenpaw. Slowly, as the apprentice’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, Ravenpaw realised other shapes were strewn around the dark tom. Cats, in various states of decay, some with bones exposed due to rot. Ravenpaw choked on his own breath, unable to make a sound. He watched with increasing horror as the black cat who sat ahead of him on the path began to turn as if becoming aware of him. The stench of death and terror overwhelmed Ravenpaw, and he found himself forgetting he was even in a dream. All he felt was the desire to run.
Jolting awake, limbs thrashing wildly, fur abristle, the GaleClan medicine cat apprentice sprang to his paws and dashed outside the cavern before the others could wake.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Oct 9, 2022 16:07:53 GMT -5
"Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember.
To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.” KIndleFlare Dark amber eyes opened to a quiet landscape. Ginger ears flicked uncertainly, confusion clear on her features as she looked around her. She was most certainly in StarClan, yet it felt... Different. It was as though the very plane was holding its breath. This was not the usual warmth she encountered when she met with Tigereye in StarClan.
A sound drew her attention, her tabby striped face immediately snapping to her left where she saw a familiar ebony and ivory figure step from the surrounding foliage. At first, her heart leapt excitedly into her throat, thinking that finally, finally she was seeing the brother she'd been missing in StarClan after all these moons. But she soon realized the tom walking toward her was not Nightstep.
Her father walked with much heavier purpose than Nightstep's seemingly unending ease. Replacing one wave of disappointment with the joy of a daughter seeing her father again, Kindleflare pushed herself forward to bury her nose in his shoulder. Though he now carried the sharp sweet tang of what she could only attribute to the stars, there was a hint of a scent unique to her father in life. This was what she held onto.
He held her there for a moment, his nose pushed into the top of her neck, as he used to do when she was many moons younger. She had so many questions for him, as he was not a common sight to her in StarClan. She loved her father dearly, yet it was Tigereye who visited her most often. The young tom had been the closest thing to a son she had had until recently. Her love for Ravenpaw matched that of the tom she'd had as an apprentice previously, and on many an occasion she had wished she could have seen them together. As brothers.
Her father's voice pulled her from her reveries. Stepping back from the ginger tabby, Darkcloud's gaze held a weight to it she'd only ever seen when he sought to express information of the utmost importance. Feeling like a kit once more, Kindleflare sat back on her haunches and let her ears tilt back as she listened.
"Your brother was a formidable warrior. He hunted countless types of prey... And not all are acceptable beneath the Warrior Code." Kindleflare's muzzle twitch in confusion, her brow furrowing as she tried to imagine what in the name of the stars that meant. "Understand, little one, that he made decisions that fell beneath his own Code, not any ordained by StarClan. For your own sake, do not dig where Nightstep's paws have tread. You will find only bones."
His image shimmered then, as though the entirety of StarClan pulsed in that moment. The ginger healer became exceedingly aware of the pull of the waking world, like something had startled her body awake. In the last desperate clinging moments of her consciousness on the starry plane, she thought she caught Darkcloud's whispered voice once more.
"Perhaps, if you are patient and careful, you may catch sight or breath of him... At the darkest edge of StarClan's borders."
Kindleflare's head snapped up, her heart hammering against the confines of her ribcage. Her throat felt raw, as though she'd been fighting back bile for days on end. Panting heavily, she drew herself to a shaky stand, wide eyes glancing about to find most were still in the grips of the dreams. All, except Ravenpaw.
Ears pricked forward while a small spike of panic set in. As she bounded back up the incline to the cavern, her determination to find the younger tom pushed her own dream and her father's words to the darkest confines of her mind. A place where truths she wished not to acknowledge festered...
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Post by Abyss on Oct 9, 2022 16:42:13 GMT -5
A part of her almost felt numb as she walked alongside Shadowchaser, her eyes glazed over. In truth, she had not been looking forward to this day, as she knew that this would not be the same as last season when none of the Medicine Cats attended a meeting due to sickness. This time they were to go. And it made her chest tighten.
The Leafbare meeting, where the healers of the clans reunited with their ancestors and rekindled the bond that had been severed, it had not been as pleasant for her as she assumed it had been for the others. None of them ever talked about it much, so she had no way of knowing for sure. But her experience…it had not been one she enjoyed. She had lashed out at Farsight. Her concerns and feelings had been brushed aside. She hadn’t truly gotten any answers that she wanted that night. And now she was returning. Would things even be the same as they were? Would Farsight shrug her off, or just not show up? Would she even dream at all?
Her body settled in next to Shadowchaser’s, the faint brush of his fur against her side allowing her at least a tiny bit of comfort as she closed her eyes. She had expected to take a long time, for things to just stay dark, for no dreams to even come. But she was surprised to find that she was wrong. Nearly as soon as her eyes closed, her head lulled to the side and her consciousness drifted away. When her eyes opened, they widened in surprise, as she was not in pitch blackness. In fact, it almost felt as though she were awake, that she was out in the territory during the night. Her paws stood upon smooth stone cool to the touch, and a light breeze wafted through her fur, the gentle sound of leaves ruffling behind her. Out before her was the Misted Lake, completely clear and still. Moonlight and stars reflected off of the water, as though she were looking at the sky on its surface. It was a beautiful sight, one that she truthfully had been expecting to see. Her eyes slowly closed, her head lifting just slightly to embrace the wind. Maybe this was just a normal dream, one she could actually enjoy.
Pawsteps sounded behind her and a familiar scent she hadn’t smelled in moons reached her. Her eyes flicked open and her head and body turned quickly to peer behind her. Before her stood two figures, one smaller than the other. One of them, the bigger one, had a beautiful and flowy coat made of the softest fur one could have, shades of cream and soil coloring its appearance. The cat was on the smaller side, about the same size as Rust herself, and peering at her was a pair of longing and loving pale blue eyes. The other, only a kit at the first’s paws, was nearly identical, save for a little pair of wide open yellow-green eyes.
Rustfeather was frozen in place, her heart seemingly stopping in her chest. The world around her stood still, and her eyes looked back and forth between the two. It was a dream. She was just dreaming. But…they seemed so…
“Oh my…..my…my baby….you’ve….you’ve grown so-”
“Hey! I thought we agreed that I would be bigger than you one day! That’s not fair!”
Tears welled up in Rust’s eyes immediately. They weren’t a dream. They weren’t her imagination. It was truly them.
Rustfeather ran forward at full speed, tears flying from her eyes. She nearly ran Mistswirl over, her legs wrapping around her mother and clinging tightly to the she-cat. She felt her mother’s legs also wrap around her, the two held in one of the tightest embraces Rust had ever been a part of. Part way through, Rust turned her head, reaching down with one paw and lifting Shellkit to them, pulling her into the hug too. The three of them clung to each other, tears dampening all of their pelts and everything but each other frozen in time. She couldn’t say how long they stayed that way. It wasn’t until Shellkit began to protest that reality came back to them.
“Come on! You’re starting to -sniffle- mess up my fur!” Both Rust and Mist stifled small laughs, finally letting go. Though their paws returned back to the ground, their foreheads remained touched, warmth and comfort draping Rust’s body like the most soothing blanket of moss.
“I am so so sorry for not coming to see you sooner, I have wanted to for so many moons, but I was always told that you needed to focus on your duties. Your…..I still can not believe that you are a Medicine Cat……my baby….you’ve….” Mistswirl’s voice caught in her throat as tears began to fall again.
“I’ve wanted to see you again….for so long…..it doesn’t matter, I am with you now…” She had so much more she wanted to say, so much she wanted to do and ask and talk about, but she felt as though she had no time. Rust’s face slowly shifted, forming into sadness.
“Please don’t be upset, dear. I want to see my daughter with a smile on her face.” Mistswirl slowly pulled away, looking around them. “This place…it’s beautiful. It’s hard to believe that this is what has become of the valley.”
Rust was silent, her head still angled downwards towards the ground. “I wish you were there to see it…”
“Hey! Hey! What is this?! That isn’t allowed!” Rust’s head just barely turned, tear-swelled eyes looking over to where her sister stood, fur bristled up, tail held high, and an angry look on her face. “You are the one who always said to look on the bright side! So you better start following your own advice! Or I will come down there and give that head a big ol whack!” Shellkit lifted a paw, battling rapidly at the air as though she were trying to hit Rust in the head.
Rust couldn’t help but smile and chuckle. Shell always was the kit with a bigger temper. But…she knew that she was right. She swallowed down the lump in her throat, slowing her breathing and lifting a paw to wipe away the moisture from her cheeks. She lifted her head, turning to peer first at Mistswirl and then to the land around them.
“I’ve been coming here a lot. This place is so…peaceful. And beautiful. I’ve been coming here to…collect shells…” Her eyes turned, looking down at her sister, images of all the shells she had that were so reminiscent of her sister’s coloring back home coming into her mind…
Though a mischievous gleam still remained in the kit’s eyes, she could see more water well up in her eyes at the thought. Even though Rust had begun to collect shells simply because they were pretty, and because she had been developing ideas of how to use them in medicine, she also collected them because…they reminded her of her sister.
“Back at camp I have a super big shell with lots of ridges that I use all the time. It looks just like you. It acts just like you, too; it doesn’t know how to stay still.” Rust lifted a paw, rubbing it quickly across her sister’s head, which earned a laugh and multiple bats of paws even tinier than her own.
“Rustkit…” Her head turned, peering at her mother who was turned away, looking out on the lake. Silence passed between them for a moment, and Rust turned to peer down at her sister. Shellkit nodded, nudging her head forward, her own expression shifting to one that was more soft. Slightly confused, Rust stood and padded forward, taking a seat next to Mistswirl.
“There is so much I want to talk to you about…..so much that I’ve missed and want to know……but….before we have to go, I wanted to tell you at least one thing…” Her mother took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “I’ve…seen some of your dreams…..and…there is someone that you have had dreams about that…that I want to help you understand.”
Confusion crossing her face further, Rust turned to look at Mist with furrowed brows.
“That tom…the one you met in the mountains…..that you thought looked a lot like you……his full name is Flintshadow……and……he……he is your father.” Rust’s eyes widened. A part of her had been wandering and suspecting that for a long time. On occasion she would dream of him, of their meeting, of them locking eyes on multiple occasions with no reasoning as to why. She had always felt comfortable around him, despite not truly knowing him. All she knew of him was that his prefix had been Flint and that he was from Stoneclan originally. He always made her feel…safe. And now she truly knew why, and her suspicions had been correct.
“I don’t know how you feel about him….or if you would want to see him, or talk to him, but…..I just…wanted you to know…just in case…”
Rust was silent, unsure of what to say. Her head turned, amber eyes looking out at the lake again. She knew her father. Her father was in Gorgeclan now. She wasn’t sure how, but maybe…she could see him again…and talk to him.
Her eyes blinked a few times, suddenly realizing that in the distance the island in the middle of the lake was fading, as was the lake itself. She turned her head quickly to her mother, Shellkit padding over to join them.
“Wait, I don’t want it to end yet!”
“We don’t either, dear. But you can’t be stuck in a dream forever. You are a very important and busy cat. My little Medicine Cat.” Mistswirl sniffled, trying not to cry again. But Rust rushed forward, embracing her again, so she couldn’t help it. Shellkit jumped up and wiggled her way into the mix, the three of them hugging once more as they did earlier.
As things faded around her, her senses began to change, coolness settling over her pelt as her mother and sister’s warmth faded away. As her eyes slowly opened, she could still feel Shadowchaser’s fur brushing against her own. Her head slowly lifted, and though drowsiness still clung to her, there was a visible change in her from when they had arrived. Her eyes were no longer glazed over, a small smile graced her maw, and she had an overall happier air to her.
I love you both.
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