Meddie Meeting

Mallowroot padded up a hill, his eyes dull with sleep, his breath growing harsh as he kept going further."Come on, Ebonypaw," he called. She was so young, why was she going so slow? He never liked other cats much, so he just wanted to get the meeting over with.

ooc;; you act like it's such a hassle, when you're the one who wants to die already. qwq

Ebonypaw had been trudging painfully behind the entire time, even stopping and sitting at times simply because at the pace her mentor was going, it'd take a few moments of an easy stride to catch up to him. "Yes, Mallowroot." She said a bit blandly, catching up to him again in a heartbeat and slowing down again. She gazed up ahead of them. They were already out of ShadowClan territory and heading up Highstones. She was excited, but also extremely nervous. Thrushstripe, and plenty of other clanmates, had been against the idea of going to the meddie meeting - since the medicine cats of the other clans would be there as well. Mallowroot didn't seem all too enthusiastic about the idea either, but she insisted on going - saying it was her duty to StarClan, if nothing else.
She kept her ears pricked, traveling up the old paths and glancing around cautiously now and then.

It hadn't been very long at all since Cloverpaw had been appointed medicine cat apprentice. In fact, it was not much time at all since she had hiked to Highstones for the very first time. And now, here she was making the trek alone. It was scary swimming and walking such a far distance, but being such a small molly she thanked StarClan that she had not run into wild dogs, foxes, or rouges. Her heart fluttered the whole trip, partial anxiety, but mostly nerves. In a dream, one starry cat came to her and told her of the sacred meeting. It had been exciting at the time, but the closer she got to the jagged rocks, the more nervous she became. Cats from all of the clans were going to be here... including ShadowClan.

Head down, keeping a steady beat as she jumped from rock to rock, the cat picked up on a foul smell. It was unlike any other and instantly Cloverpaw knew it was ShadowClan. She wasn't alive during the battle, but she had heard stories and the way they were told, these were vicious and ugly cats that were out for blood. Be brave trout-head, be brave. She encouraged herself, keeping her head high and continuing on the path. The small ginger cat reached the clearing and looked around, spotting the stinky-cats. They didn't look ugly or blood-thirsty at all, in fact both cats were fairly attractive (although one was pretty old) with their spotted markings. Other than there stench, she wouldn't have recognized them by their stereotype. "Hello." She said sheepishly, dipping her towards the two cats politely and flicking her tail nervously.

Ooc: Ebs hush xD

Ic: Mallowroot looked over at the apprentice greeting them. He dipped his head, looking at the cat for a second. She was probably new. "We're just waiting for the others," he told her.

Ebonypaw flickered her ears, quizzically staring the she-cat down who appeared beside them. She looked very... innocent, was the best word she could pick for her, looking like she had just padded out of the nursery - though she couldn't have been too much younger than herself. The apprentice blinked slowly, noting her strong body, she probably ate well regularly - and the sharp scent of water on her pelt. It wasn't the same as the water on their land, though, it smelled sweeter - and reminded her of the small fish that swam in some of their ponds.
And now, this mysterious stranger was speaking to them. "Hello," Ebonypaw meowed, hesitant to bow back to her. That would mean they were respected equals, and something about that prospect didn't feel right. She paused, opting to say nothing until her curiosity had gotten the best of her. "You're from RiverClan?" The calico guessed. She'd never seen another clan cat before, and wasn't entirely sure how to react.
Of all the clans, RiverClan was the one that was most cursed in their camp. She was told that RiverClan led the assault that drove ShadowClan out before she was born. That they  killed the mother of her father in cold-blood, and took the father of her mother away; never to be seen again. She'd been told many times they were cruel, selfish, and merciless.
This stranger didn't seem like any of the above though.
It was so curious, and left her far more uncomfortable than she'd anticipated.

Nightfire padded up behind the other medicine cats, quickly mewing to them. "Hello Mallowroot" he dipped his head to the elder. "And hello to you two" he mewed to the apprentices, towing over all of their figures. His huge build would have been great for a fighter, if it wasn't for his accident, and then his new found love of being a medicine cat.