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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 13:59:46 GMT -5
Redstar
The turning of the season had brought warmth in both the weather and in the hearts of the cats of LightningClan, none more so than Redstar. After a long leaf-bare, the new season had offered her a new lease of life and hope for the future of herself and her clan. Today was, as it had been for the past quarter-moon, another day of fine weather. The red tabby she-cat had awoken early that morning and after an uneventful patrol along the TreeClan border with her clanmates, Redstar's frame of mind was sunny as the skies above. Thank StarClan for Green-leaf, she cast a fleeting glance up at the sky which was a wash of blue and streaked with lazy, pale clouds. There was certainly a hint of moisture to the air, there would be rain later, but for now it was warm and pleasant and so Redstar relished in it. Having just preened the tangles from her red-yellow tabby pelt and ensured it lay slick and flat against her lithe frame, the LightningClan leader lifted herself to her paws. LightningClan's camp was as it should be; buzzing with life around her. Redstar took a moment to simply smile at the interactions of her clanmates before at last drawing in a deep breath and putting her mind to the day ahead. It had been some time since she'd discussed taking back the Sun Stones with Firesky and, having thought about it further, the tabby-striped leader knew it was time to consult her medicine cats about the plan. She knew that they might be a bit reluctant, or Snowheart would likely be at least, but with luck, they would accept the idea. Her clan was strong enough now, they were certainly fit for battle now that Green-leaf could come around. And if the battle was won, they would have more territory to feed their growing numbers, something which was always welcomed. Giving a brisk shake of her head, the LightningClan leader padded quietly with her gaze set upon the Medicine Cats' Den opposite her, her paws thudding at a steady, constant beat. Several of her warriors offered dips of the head and friendly greetings as she passed, which she returned with equal warmth. When she'd at last wound her way through the cats to the entrance to the Medicine Cats' den, she paused for a moment, peering into the dim for a sign of the cats she was looking for. After the initial hesitation, the LightningClan leader drew in a deep breath, pressing onwards and entering the den. The strong scents of herbs and flowers greeted her immediately, consuming all of her focus for several moments. When the LightningClan leader could at last get past the enticing smells, her expanding pupils adjusting to the darkness. Drinking in another deep breath, Redstar took a step forward, "Rookfrost? Snowheart?" she couldn't quite tell if the two cats were present, the many smells made it difficult to scent them and it was surprisingly dark, her eyes not yet fully adjusted. Perhaps they're out collecting herbs? Or tending to patients or... otherwise. The red tabby she-cat snuck a glance over her shoulder, her luminous amber eyes seeking out the night black tom and his paler apprentice. They must be about somewhere?
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Post by Fawn on Feb 14, 2015 1:46:14 GMT -5
⇒Medicine Cat of LightningClan⇐
The presence of two kittens in the nursery, another litter in one particular queen's long, prolific history meant that Rookfrost had the medicine cat's den to himself; why? Apparently the two kittens were distant relatives of Snowheart's, which meant that he would tend to their health needs in such a way that would leave no room for Rookfrost to offer his services. That was preferred, in the ice-gray eyes of the senior healer; kittens were almost enough to crush his passion for his craft, the noisy, messy, graceless things. The fact that they were Snowheart's kin only seemed to further cement his revulsion towards the most underdeveloped state a cat could be without still inside its mothers womb.
At home in the sepucheral, heavily aromatic shadows of the badger warren that comprised the whole of the medicine cat's den (though it was, in Rookfrost's unfriendly opinion, much too small now that another fully fledged healer dwelt in it along with him), tall bat-like ears flicked and quivered when the familiar intonation of Redstar sounded just at the warren's mouth. What could she want with him?
Owing to recent circumstances, Rookfrost had increased his cautiousness by twice the usual amount; he took great pains to not carry the scents of the mountains with him whenever he returned from his dark nights at the Hollow. Not that he was questioned very thoroughly by those he encountered in the mornings during his voyage back into camp - usually with a mouthful of herbs they were in need of. This was getting less and less plausible, however, as Green-Leaf brought with it not the pale, sticky fingers of illness come to grab each of their Clanmates in a choke-hold, but the far less malevolent rays of sunshine and general well-being.
It was horrible. If your sense of 'horrible' was boredom, that is.
Briefly hoping it was some sort of malaise that had brought Redstar before him, pretending not to acknowledge the fact that Snowheart's name had also been spoken, as he stepped into the sunlight and noticed her expression, the tiny knot of tension in the center of his back loosened. This was not the day he had been dreading. His secret had not been discovered, his amoral craft still anchored to shadows where it would continue to be kept hidden.
Official Clan business, then. "Greetings, Redstar." He made a polite inclination, though his monotone delivery left a lot to be desired; presenting an outward appearance of dry cooperation, this was the usual with the medicine cat who was 'far too serious' to bother with expressing his emotions or getting too caught up in the affairs of others. Inwardly, Rookfrost rifled through his faintly remembered list of ceremonies to see if any might hint as to her purpose for speaking with him. Upon finding none, he spoke up again, not awaiting Snowheart's arrival to get to the bottom of this mundane little mystery.
"What can I do for you?"
Nothing, probably. At least, nothing Rookfrost was willing to do, and nothing Redstar would allow him to do if he'd been given the option of returning to his Hollow and seeing how her StarClan-given lives would fair against certain applications of science.
No wealth no ruin no silver no gold. Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
Word Count: 537 Words
Tags: @littleflower
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Post by Fate Admin on Mar 7, 2015 15:33:44 GMT -5
Having taken the initiative to check up on Firebird and her new kits, Snowheart sat in the nursery, flicking his fluffy tail carefully back and forth as Robinkit chased it gleefully on unsteady paws, tumbling over herself more often than not. His pale green gaze was trained down on the fiery little she-kit’s white sister, however. He bent down and licked Dovekit between her ears gently before turning his attention to Firebird, “They’re growing well. I’m sure Dovesong is honored you thought of her when naming them.” He glanced fondly back at the little white kit that had been given his mother’s name. “And you haven’t had any issues? Your milk is coming all right?”
The older she-cat assured him all was fine, and she would certainly tell him immediately if anything was wrong. She was no stranger to having kits, after all. Snowheart purred in agreement. Firebird had helped Dovesong care for him and his littermates alongside Nightstep, Brightpool, and Kindleflare, her second litter. A black and white face appeared at the nursery entrance then, drawing both their attentions with a quiet mrrow. Shadewhisker turned her pale gaze to him after greeting her mother, “Redstar was heading toward the medicine den.”
His ears pricked forward and he stood, “Was she hurt?” Shadewhisker shook her head, looking unconcerned, “She seemed fine. I just thought you should know.” He glanced back at Firebird, who flicked her tail toward the entrance for him to go, assuring him once more she was fine. He flicked Robinkit with his tail once more before he left, padding hurriedly past Shadewhisker as she slipped into the nursery to visit her little sisters. His ears twitched, hoping Shadewhisker was right and that Redstar was healthy. There were other reasons a leader might visit the medicine den, after all. Leaders sometimes got dreams from StarClan, or at least there were stories of it happening. Perhaps she wanted their help in working one out?
He almost snorted. Their help. As if Rookfrost would be much help in dealing with anything from StarClan. He slowed as he came to the den entrance, where Rookfrost was already speaking to Redstar. He padded up behind the she-cat and dipped his head as he passed by her, “Hello, Redstar.” He turned and sat a foxlength from his former mentor, glancing between the two of them curiously before settling on his leader. She certainly didn’t smell like sickness and didn’t seem to be in any sort of distress or pain. He relaxed somewhat, giving his chest fur a few licks as if to wash away the last threads of worry. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 15:06:16 GMT -5
R E D S T A R
When the black medicine cat did reveal himself, breaking away from the shadows, Redstar offered him a light dip of the head, "Greetings Rookfrost, I'm sorry to intrude," she let her gaze wander the shadows of the den around them momentarily, "I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time."
Although the shadows concealed most of the den, making visibility somewhat limited, Redstar knew that there were no patients currently confined to the burrow and nor did there seem to be anything else that Rookfrost could have been busying himself with.
Snowheart, however, was nowhere to be seen.
A slight frown weighed upon her features. She'd been hoping that the white tom would be about, this was a matter which she wanted to discuss with both of LightningClan's medicine cats. Perhaps Rookfrost would be able to offer some insight into his whereabouts. Redstar parted her jaws to question the location of Snowheart, but no sooner had she done so did a shadow cross the den's entrance and the cat on her mind appeared, offering her a dip of the head and a polite greeting.
Redstar mirrored his gesture, also dipping his head, "Snowheart," she mewed softly, letting her eyes flicker over him momentarily, "I'm glad you're here, there's something that I wish to discuss with the both of you."
Inhaling deeply, the red tabby she-cat let her tail curl around her paws neatly, her gaze flitting back and forth between the two medicine cats. She wasn't entirely sure as to how they would respond to her plans. She could make a guess for Snowheart's response, but with Rookfrost, she never could quite tell what he was thinking, something which she did find somewhat unsettling.
Realising she'd let a silence fall upon the three cats, she quickly cleared her throat and began to speak upon the matter she'd came to discuss, "I've been speaking with Firesky and some of the senior warriors," she informed them, tail calmly flicking from left to right in a snake-like motion, "And, with our growing numbers, I've come to the decision that LightningClan will claim back the Sun Stones."
The red-yellow tabby she-cat paused only for a brief moment before resuming her speech, "Green-leaf has blessed us with good health and plenty of prey. Considering how difficult the previous leaf-bares have been, claiming more territory now, whilst we are strong, might prove beneficial when the cold season is upon us."
The LightningClan leader sat up a little taller, letting her attention switch between the two contrastingly coloured cats before her, awaiting some sort of response to the news, "I haven't decided exactly when to put the plans into action, but I intend to launch the attack within the next moon or so, ideally as soon as possible," she told them coolly, voice crisp and clear.
Letting those words hang in the air, she at last sat back a little and fell silent, offering the two medicine cats the chance to ask any questions or offer up any concerns they might have.
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Post by Fawn on Mar 21, 2015 14:21:29 GMT -5
⇒Medicine Cat of LightningClan⇐
"I've been speaking with Firesky and some of the senior warriors," [...] "And, with our growing numbers, I've come to the decision that LightningClan will claim back the Sun Stones."
Little justification had been needed, for Rookfrost to have accepted the words of the ginger feline chosen to lead LightningClan. It wasn't his infallible belief that a Clan leader's word was law, it was the acknowledgment that she had apparently made up her mind about this, and he wasn't willing to change it. Let there be war, let the petty territory squabbles continue—he would have found it an alien sort of peace otherwise, if the Clans did not behave just as they always had. Black ants and red ants did not simply stop their crusades; what’s more, if there was one thing about the Clan system that he actually could take an interest in, it was well-organized warfare. The actions of one individual to cause havoc was distasteful as well as problematic, but a united front, a well-oiled machine with a clear purpose and a clear path to achieving such a purpose was something the black healer could appreciate. It seemed as though Rookfrost would be sequestered into a life spent contradicting himself, as his station within the Clan dictated that he express some sort of moral outrage over the 'unnecessary violence' Redstar's actions would all but guarantee.
It was far easier to leave such sentimental, squeamish protestations to his white apprentice. Snowheart may have reached a standard that no longer held him in the position of 'junior' to his 'senior', but in the black healer's gray eyes, there would never be a moment where the student surpassed the master. Snowheart would have to abandon the naive emotions he clung to, would have to cut the metaphorical ties that kept him anchored in this state of pandering about like a walking, bleeding heart. That day would never come, and Rookfrost would never look at him as anything more than a skeleton in white fur with, irritatingly, more than enough conscience for the both of them. So, he played devil's advocate for the sake of appearances and nothing more, feigning a look of faint unease in the slow sweep of his tail, sleek black haunches folding into a sit, the heavy shadowy plume settling around matching obsidian paws.
"Carefully consider your actions, Redstar. Unforeseen consequences may arise after Sun Stones is reclaimed." Rookfrost met the golden tabby's gaze evenly, the fathomless gray holding all the terrible truths their world had to offer—something, the dark cat had long ago realized, he could get away with owing to his rank alone. It was also to the black cat's good fortune that it was impossible to recognize his complete atheism, so exclusive was the group chosen to interpret the stars and the vague, frustrating words of their ancestors. The words he'd spoken had been delivered with the correct amount of caution, he would not assert his will into them, but place his shallow trust in Redstar's ability to act regardless of an obscure warning from him.
No wealth no ruin no silver no gold. Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
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