A Message [closed]

Ebonypaw padded into camp, having gone out on her own accord whilst her mentor had been sleeping. She knew after the long journey the night before, the tom would probably need his rest and regain his energy, so she had made it a mission of herself that she would go out and gather more horsetail for the stock. It was one of the few herbs she knew for certain what it was good for and how to apply it. It was one that was needed almost all the time, too, so wouldn't her mentor approve? She wasn't sure if she was allowed out on her own, but no one stopped her.

The words of the StarClan cats had stuck to her the entire time, though, and she was eager to pass the message onto the deputy - whatever it meant. She put her herbs away and walked back out of the den, looking around for Thrushstripe. There was a part of her that remained weary about looking straight for him - after all her time as a kit, whenever she tried to approach her father, he'd simply waved her off or found something else for her to do. He was almost like a stranger. Still, she was determined to carry off StarClan's wish. Ebonypaw pin-pointed the tom alone on the other side of camp, walking up to him. "Thrushstripe!" she called. He couldn't wave her away like a kit anymore, could he?

OOC: "He couldn't wave her away like a kit anymore, could he?" my heart. It goes out to you Ebonypaw...

Thrushstripe had just been chilling out for the first time in ages. Well, not really chilling out. He'd just finished eating a frog that he'd picked off of the slowly growing freshkill pile. When he heard his name, he quickly looked over to see Ebonypaw headed towards him. It was strange to see her as a medicine cat apprentice now, but he was glad. It was a good step in helping the clan overall. "What is it, Ebonypaw?" he asked, standing up and facing her.

Heh. Wow. For a second, the young apprentice almost forgot what she was going to say exactly. It was just that, for once, he seemed genuinely interested. Ebonypaw quickly straightened up, though struggled to find the right words. "During my ceremony, I met cats from StarClan." She meowed, "One of them said to tell you something." The calico shuffled her paws a little anxiously.

The tom gave her a quizzical look. Of course she saw Starclan cats, but what would they want to tell him? Why not Nightstar? What else could they tell him? He suddenly hoped that it wasn't bad news. Taking a deep breath, he sat right back down to listen. "Alright, go on," he told her, trying to prepare himself for any kind of news the starry cats could give him after all that had already happened to the clan. But on the bright side, they hadn't lost Starclan. Shadowclan still seemed to have some kind of favor in their eyes.

Ebonypaw flicked her ear slightly uncomfortably, wondering how much she should say to him, or if she was doing anything of this right at all. She sighed silently, gazing up at the deputy and imagining the words of the starry ginger cat again. "She said that ShadowClan would be strong again," the apprentice mewed quietly, glancing around for a heartbeat. "But that there was still a 'poisonous rat' here."

"A poisonous rat? Really?" he questioned as his brain had already begun to process the information. Knowing Starclan, was it really a poisonous rat in the freshkill? Had someone been mouse-brained enough to hunt in Carrionplace again? No, this had to be something else. On the other hand, he was thankful that Starclan had said something about Shadowclan growing strong. That was very good. Strong was great. But that poisonous rat... He couldn't wrap his brain around it. "Did she say anything else?" he asked, not even really focused on who the 'she' could have been.