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Post by absurdjinx on Sept 8, 2023 19:28:26 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/4VZHrGt/lotus~jpg | lotusfire, "follow me into the endless night
i can bring your fears to life"
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“ This will soothe your pain and you’ll finally be able to sleep,” Lotusfire meowed, applying a columbine root poultice to combat Scorchtail’s aching joints. The elder simply grumbled under his breath and rested his chin on his paws, and Lotusfire suspected his pride had been wounded when he’d been forced to request aid. They understood feeling ashamed of asking for help, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t like some appreciation. They worked hard to treat clanmates they didn’t even care about. The least they deserved was a bit of gratitude. On second thought, Lotusfire would probably find something wrong with Scorchtail being grateful, too. By the time they applied the last of the poultice, Scorchtail was snoring away and Lotusfire rolled their eyes at the obnoxious noise. The sky was already growing dark when Lotusfire slipped out of the elders’ den, the extra herbs they’d brought with them clamped firmly yet carefully between their jaws. They hurried across the clearing to the medicine cat’s den and dropped the bundle of herbs they were carrying at the base of the herb store. Though they had somewhere to be, they took their time returning the herbs to their slots, and groaned quietly in annoyance when they realized they had to leave for the half-moon gathering or else risk missing it altogether, which they just couldn’t do. It would look odd if MistClan’s senior medicine cat skipped the medicine cat meeting, especially if they had no good reason. Lotusfire collected Spottedpaw, informed a clanmate they were leaving, and headed for the Moon Cave. MistClan’s medicine cats were often the first to arrive at the Moon Cave. The journey was not nearly as long compared to the trips the RidgeClan and PrairieClan medicine cats had to make. Lotusfire had tried to stall in an attempt to arrive last so they could get started as soon as they arrived, but unfortunately, they showed up first. Seeking to escape the falling snow, they had planted themself beneath a rocky overhang just beside the entrance to the cave, trying to ignore Spottedpaw’s irritating presence while they waited for the others. Their piercing yellow eyes scanned their surroundings and their ears swiveled at every small noise as they searched for approaching felines. Lotusfire was already ready for this night to be over. |
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Post by spotted on Sept 10, 2023 22:11:08 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/mXYtx0r/spottedpawava~png | Spottedpaw, I have seen such things, on this and the other side. Words cannot show you. The midnight owl, it does not know you. You will see for your sweet self, by and by |
Spottedpaw could not wait for night to fall and silverpelt to shine. She cherished these half-moon gatherings. A dedicated time to share tongues with Starclan and converse with the other medicine cats and their apprentices. She wondered if Frostpaw would be there. Unlike regular gatherings, Spottedpaw got to go to these with general regularity. It was quite often the same faces every time, but she was happy she got to go nonetheless. The calico would make more solo trips to the moonpool if Lotusfire would allow her, but the young she-cat was not trying to tempt fate. The herbs had taken away her hunger for the day, and now she waited restlessly for her time with Starclan. Lotusfire had told her Hailstar had lost a life this leaf-bare already. But she did not have to be told that knowledge first to know something was wrong with Hailstar when she saw him resting in the medicine den. Hailstar was untouchable in her eyes. To see him so weak and frail shocked her. In her gut she knew something horrible had happened, the proverbial blackness that encased the normally lustrous leader's pet was obvious to her. Yet the clan simply saw this as the effects of illness. Was this Starclan telling her Hailstar had visited them before Lotusfire could confirm as such? He even smelled of light and petrichor, or perhaps that was her mind playing tricks. When she moved to come closer, Lotusfire shooed her, citing he needed rest. But she certainly wanted to keep checking up on him further. The deadly reaction to chokecherry was bizarre. Lotusfire had told her of cats having bad reactions to herbs meant to heal even before the incident, yes. But she'd never thought a cat could die in mere moments, without anything that could be done to reverse the reaction. She resolved that she was going to ask Starclan what had happened to Hailstar, and if they could tell her if he or any other clanmates would have reactions to any other herbs. The apprentice already felt Starclan was trying to tell her something, perhaps tonight would be the night she would be granted with a morsel of an answer. Wordlessly, she followed Lotusfire to the mooncave. She burned with questions for them, but she had come to learn that asking the first things that came to her mind would often find her scolded or scowled at. Lotusfire also loathed chitchat. So she took a silent, regal seat, flanking the mouth of the mooncave to sit opposite of her mentor. And as Lotusfire kept watch, Spottedpaw closed her green orbs, listening to the whispering voices of Starclan call her from over her shoulder, deep within the cave. |
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Post by cosmic on Sept 12, 2023 11:30:14 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/fa/77/b9/fa77b9edfebe3d372faa67bb868d398f~jpg
Kits were not going to keep him from another meeting.
A couple of kits that were on the brink of becoming apprentices decided to dare each other to eat a rotten mouse. It was a game that Maplefrost had no idea how the two kits found fun, but he was left to clean the repercussions of their decisions on the nursery floor. Great. If these kits were going to make him late to the Moonpool meeting, he would personally assign them to mouse bile duty until the end of the Clans. After a quick drop-off of dandelions to the mother of the kits, and a swift goodbye to Littlestar as he scurried out of camp, he took off in a sprint toward the Moonpool.
It was unfair to him, really, that Moonpool had to be so far away from PrairieClan camp. MistClan could reach the Moonpool in a hop and a skip, and RidgeClan only had to cross the tree before walking alongside the river. Meanwhile, Maplefrost had to run through the moors, past the bridge, AND THEN still had to go through all of MistClan's territory. Unfair, especially for a large brute like him. He was meant for fighting and sprinting after enemies, not making sure that he can make it in time to maybe hear StarClan tell him something.
Even with his complaining, he knew that he shouldn't. It was his choice to step up as medicine cat after the passing of Shrikeberry. Oh, how he missed her. His only love, a forbidden one at that, if she was still alive. But he wouldn't have cared about his reputation or his legacy at that point. He would have given anything to breathe in her sweet scent again.
However, even with his complaining and keeping silent to the Moonpool, he made it to the Moonpool. The ginger brute didn't really pay attention to the smells that circled around him to tell who had made it first, but he saw Mistclan was first. Duh.
Maplefrost locked eyes with Lotusfire first, as they seemed to be watching for the first sign of the others. Then beside them sat Spottedpaw. Arguably, he didn't really know that much about either of them. Having only been a medicine cat for a short time, he knew that he still had a long way to develop relationships with his circle.
"Lotusfire, Spottedpaw," he huffed, out of breath from his long run from the PrairieClan camp. Granted, he missed feeling the air crawl into every inch of his lungs. Being a warrior was something that he wanted to feel again, but it would be a long time before that could be achieved. It could even be the next life, who knows.
He placed himself next to the two MistClan cats, but making sure he wasn't invading personal space.
"How has Mistclan been fairing in this early leaf-bare?" The ginger tom simply said, as his pleasantries were still subpar. "I'm glad that we were able to see one another before RidgeClan arrived. Seeing as this new alliance between our clans is forming, feel free to let me know if you have any herbal needs this season. Lionflower and I are working hard to tend to the plants that we have." A pause, making sure that he could finish his statement before the other clan arrived. "While I'm aware we must work alongside RidgeClan during this time, I am more upfront with helping those that we are directly allied with, as I'm sure you can understand."
While he was aware of the medicine cat code, he knew he had priorities. And his priorities were simple.
Keep PrairieClan strong. Keep up with alliances first. Make Shrikeberry proud. |
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