April 2018 Medicine Cat Meeting

It wasn't a long trot to reach Highstones - a thing that Mottleheart was always thankful for. It isn't that he wouldn't have minded a longer walk as he enjoyed the feeling of running even if he didn't have much of an excuse to do so now a days. It was more that it was almost impossible to be late to the medicine cat meetings due to being the closest Clan to Highstones. Overall, his mood was steadying getting better. Less nightmares, more sleep. If anything, it was one of the few days that Mottleheart truly felt alive in a long while. His tail swished as the entrance that would lead down into the Moonstone came into view, his ear twitching at the sight that he and Featherlight were the first to arrive. He wasn't surprised by any stretch of the imagination but it did mean more waiting around for the others to arrive. He shrug his shoulders as he hopped onto one of the loose stones that sat by the entrance, sitting down with a nice vantage point to see the others when they would arrive.

Featherlight followed her mentor on the almost leisurely walk to Highstones - a luxury the other Clans simply didn't have. While she honestly appreciated being able to talk to her peers, the peace and quiet that preceded their arrival was always something to look forward to as well, and it was something she didn't dare disturb with words, at least not tonight.

Goldeneye was exhausted, she had patient after patient with missing eyes, dreadful wounds, illness. Goldeneye was taking over more and more of her mentor's duties, and it was getting to be a lot. The young medicine cat felt as if blood still clotted her paws, the scent of blood still stuck in her nostrils. When the she-cat reached highstones, she could see the looming shapes of Featherlight and Mottleheart. Was Goldeneye really willing to have a talk tonight?

Pressing her maw together, the she-cat stopped before the two, it always did well to at least check up on how the clan was fairing. "Nice night, tonight. How is Windclan fairing as of late?" Goldeneye tried to be pleasant, to give them a smile but she really just wanted to get this over with to check on Adderpaw and all her other numerous patients that required her attention. "Riverclan is doing well, but I've had several patients that have had grievous wounds. Rather draining I must admit." Goldeneye meowed, straightening out her posture as she waited for the Windclan cats response.

Featherlight still flinched slightly at the sight of her fellow medicine cat, as much as she wished she didn't. Still, she forced a small smile, though it faded quickly. "There's been a lot of injury and death recently," she admitted quietly. Too much violence, too much bloodshed. Everywhere she turned, night and day, up and down, each time someone shouted for WindClan's medicine cats. "But... Our herb stores are growing now that Newleaf is here, at least." She hoped her mentor didn't mind her speaking, and she wondered what he himself had to say.

Mintpaw trotted quickly up the hill to Mothermouth, her flanks heaving. She had been held up at the Thunderpath briefly and half-sprinted through the territories. She wanted to be there before Silentpaw, the latest Medicine Cat apprentice, arrived. Hopefully, she'd get to say a few words to the timid she-cat before they all gathered by the Moonstone. She knew how frightening it was to tread through the dark and twisting tunnels for the first time, especially when what they learned in Starclan could change their very lives. Although she counted Nettlesting as a friend, the prickly tom was true to his name. Perhaps a little bit of coddling could help Silentpaw feel more at home.
The taupe tabby huffed as she reached the others, relief coursing through her when she didn't see the Shadowclanners. Mintpaw grinned, doubling over in and panting exaggeratedly. "T-that was quite a-a climb." She mewed, shaking out her pelt and dipping her head respectfully to Mottleheart. The small apprentice turned, about to trot towards her close friends, Goldeneye and Featherlight. Something made her pause. Tensions between Riverclan and Windclan were high, and Featherlight's expression made Mintpaw's ears twitch. She would stay out of this one, although she wanted to be there for both of her friends. It was difficult to be the go-between for these things.

Mapleleaf arrived with a small smile on her face. The sand-tabby had brought her apprentice, Rainpaw, with her. She nodded at the other Medicine cats as she walked by. "Go and speak with them. Introduce yourself." she whispered to the apprentice. She sat next to Featherlight with a friendly gaze. "How have you been Featherlight?" she asked gently.

Rainpaw followed his mentor, the path to Moonstone still felt as foreign as it had been when he went as a kit. After she told him to introduce himself, the sleek black tom lagged slightly behind Mapleleaf, taking a moment to look at each cat that he saw. The scent of RiverClan made the fur on his spine raise slightly. Five cats, five new faces, five new mannerisms he needed to know... Five? Weren't there supposed to be more? The young tom's whiskers twitched as he approached the group. From the way he moved, it was obvious he was wary of Goldeneye the most. Luckily, Mottleheart was not being spoken to. Dipping his head, he spoke to the tom perched on the stone, making sure to be less firey with him. This wasn't Eaglepaw he was speaking to. "You're WindClan's medicine cat, correct? I'm Rainpaw, ThunderClan's Medicine Cat apprentice."

"That's good." Goldeneye smiled softly, her mouth down turning as Featherheart turned away from their conversation to address some of the newer Medicine cat apprentices. Turning her nose up at the rest of the medicine cats that had gathered, Goldeneye wanted to wait for Nettlesting to make his way to the gathering group but she didn't think she'd have the energy to stand around listening to the babble. When did she get so lonely?

Huffing the Riverclan medicine cat turn from the group and dipped into the dark caves of mother mouth, the hum of the stone and cold air chilling her to her very core, she'd never get used to it. Once it opened up Goldeneye took a deep breath, the glorious blue shine of the moonstone almost blinding her whilst her eyes got adjusted to the new lighting. It was amazing how circumstances, fate, or Starclan themselves shaped the cave to be what it was.

Making her way towards the stone slowly, she listened to the voices that echoed throughout the cavern, she could almost hear them as if they stood next to her. Settling down, the Riverclan medicine cat curled herself comfortably before resting her nose against the cold stone and falling into a dream.

Goldeneye woke to Starclan territory, the reeds and hum of the river a comfort to her. The young she-cat took a few paw steps forwards until a cat came out to meet her, a beautiful grey tabby with eyes as blue as the rivers themselves. Goldeneye dipped her head respectfully, looking to the sleek she-cat that was a bit taller than her she meowed. "Greetings, what is it that you wish to tell me with glorious half-moon?" It only did wonders to be respectful, after all.

The grey tabby looked at Goldeneye with a scrutinous but kind gaze, a small smile on her scarred muzzle. "Hello, I'm Greyheart. I'll get down to business since you seem to be in a rush." Greyheart gave a rough chuckle before continuing. "In Riverclan, there is a bat that really loves to roam in the sky among the maple trees. His love isn't alone in Riverclan." Greyheart was rather uncomfortable, giving the prophecy, after all, was it not her that almost romped with Windclans most feared leader, Falconstar? Huffing at the thought she gave the Riverclan medicine cat a respectful dip of her head before turning on her paws and bounding away to join her clan-mates.

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'StarClan Revelation' :

"I've been alright, Mapleleaf." Featherlight's gaze drifting to the smaller, ThunderClan-scented cat nearby. "An apprentice already?" she asked lightly, though the question was genuine - hadn't Mapleleaf been an apprentice herself not that long ago? "Well, I'd love to stay and chat some more, but there will be other opportunities for that. Besides, I'm certain StarClan is eager to speak with us all."

A part of her was still blaming herself for not being the first to report back to her Clan with her own vision. ShadowClan's medicine cat had delivered the very news she had brought with her after the last meeting before she had even reached WindClan's camp, and she was hoping to avoid something similar happening this time, so she made her way to the moonstone, carrying hopes that she would learn something important tonight. Information that Ashstar and Brindlewhisker would be proud of her for bringing to their knowledge.

The starry landscape greeted her with a familiar face. Rather than speaking, Featherlight simply dipped her head in greeting. Smokeleaf, likewise, seemed to see little point in pleasantries tonight. "There is a cobweb, just out of sight, tangled in the wind and water," he said, his voice as clear as the endless sky above them.

"As vague as ever, I see," Featherlight commented quietly, allowing a small trace of bitterness to lace her words.

"We can only tell you so much. What you do with what we tell you... That is up to you, Featherlight."

The WindClan medicine cat apprentice woke feeling no wiser than before, but with Smokeleaf's words on her mind. She had a lot to think about, at least.

'There is a cobweb, just out of sight, tangled in the wind and water.'[/color]

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Mottleheart dipped his head to Goldeneye as she came padding up, thinking for a moment of perhaps saying something but thought against it as Featherlight instead spoke up. He turned his head to the other cats as they came padding up, a frown flashing across his face as he realized that neither Nettlesting or Silentpaw had arrived.He was about to say something when a young tom came bounding up to him, taking him by surprise as his words died in his throat. "Oh, hello there. Yes, I am indeed the WindClan medicine cat. My name is Mottleheart, its great to speak with you Rainpaw," he said before he drifted off, watching as both Goldeneye and Featherlight disappeared into the tunnel. He shook his head as he jumped down from the rock. "Come along you three," he meowed to the trio that had yet to enter the cavern. "Featherlight is right, lets not keep StarClan waiting."

With that, he disappeared into the dark tunnel. He focused on his breathing as he felt his whiskers brush against the stony walls. Slowly but surely he was getting over his...Dislike for tight spaces. His ears twitched as finally the area opened up into the grand cavern that held the glowing stone, the moonlight filtering in from the small opening above. No matter how many times he had seen it, it was always a breathtaking sight as he stepped up next to his apprentice and settled down. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and touched his nose to the cold stone and let sleep overtake him.

Mottleheart found himself on the open moor when he opened up his eyes, a steady breeze ruffling his short fur and sending a chill down his spine. With a shake of his head, he peered around the wide open landscape. Other than for him and a few spare bushes here and there, he was utterly alone. There was no sound other than the gentle breeze and the rusling of the grass. That was untill he felt something lap against his paws. He blinked as he peered down, before biting down a yowl as he jolted back at his own reflection bathed in crimson as blood gathered into a pool beneath him. What was once a viberant green landscape was now a sicking crimson as far as the eye could see.

His breath caught in his throat as his gaze suddenly snapped up to find a tom standing before him, his sleek grey fur smooth as black stripes marked his pelt. His legs however were marked with white stripes, and his paws were a dirty white but yet wasn't stained by the blood he was standing on. Piecing yellow eyes stared intently at Mottleheart, both eyes bright and lively despite the stars that sparkled though tout the tom's body that marked him as a StarClan cat and the three scars that ran down the right side of his face. "Mottleheart," he meowed with a twitch of his ear, his voice cold and commanding yet caring a warm undertone to it. "A war can be seen on your horizon. The wind and the sky both fight for their places and their honor."

Mottleheart swallowed as he took a step forward, trying to ignore how the warm blood felt as it soaked into his paws. "Y-You're speaking of the aftermath of Willowpaw's death. I'm well aware, some cats are vocal about their want for revenge but so many also don't see it the battle as being worth it. SkyClan claims it was an accient but I don't blame my Clanmates for thinking that perhaps it wasn't - Willowpaw's death is a shock to us all..."

"A warrior's duty was done that day, not one of a murderer. SkyClan speaks the truth, there was no fowl intent in what transpired that day. Any bloodshed that follows the pawsteps of that misunderstanding is more bloodshed that needs to transpire. The other Clans are not your enemy - your position as a medicine cat allows you to see that but do not let your Clanmates be blinded by their duty. Battles will happen on their own time, there is never a reason to seek one out on false terms," the tom spoke, his gaze never wavering as he went on. "The mistake of one cat should not cost either Clans the high price of war."

With those final words ringing in his ears, Mottleheart awoke to the cool air of the cavern. He shook his head as he pushed himself to his paws, a silver working its way down his spine as he could still smell the terrible scent of the blood that had been pooling at his paws in the dream. He glanced around at the other cats, noting that he was the first to wake up by the looks of it. With a soft sigh, he pushed himself away from the stone as he took soft pawsteps toward the entrance back up onto the surface. Settling down right outside of it, he curled his tail around his paws as he waited for the others to awaken from their dreams, taking the oppunity to muse over the words that he had been given.

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Mintpaw sighed- it seemed that the Shadowclan Medicine Cats were running a bit late. She'd speak to Silentpaw another time. With a huff, the young apprentice nodded to the older Windclanner and followed him into the tunnels. She trotted behind the others, her long whiskers twitching as she navigated through the tunnels. She would never get used to the chilling darkness of those tunnels, and although she knew it was useless, she kept her murky green eyes wide open in search of any light. "Why must darkness always lead to light.' It was a bitter thought, but that was life. Mintpaw's ears twitched, and she instinctively half-shut her eyes after rounding another corner. The Moonstone was only a few more foxlengths away, but It felt like an age before the group of Medicine Cats padded solemnly out of the darkness and into the main cavern. Like always, Mintpaw was taken aback by the brightness of the Moonstone, which stung her eyes until she was forced to squint. She sighed again, her tail curling behind her. There was no use putting off her meeting with Starclan- the others were already lying down, huddling as if to protect themselves from the still, silent air that sat heavy in the cavern. The young she-cat bent down like the others and touched the Moonstone with her nose, wincing at the coldness that nearly made her sneeze. The tabby shook herself, her tail twitching as she half-trotted towards an open space. Then, silently, Mintpaw settled down and willed herself to sleep.


She awoke to the loud sound of her own heartbeat, darkness pressing into her eyes as completely and painfully as if she had been buried underneath a mountain of weightless rubble. She struggled to open her mouth, but couldn't force her voice out of her throat. 'Help.' She thought desperately, trying to kick her way out of the blackness. 'Help me!' A new feeling washed over her. Mintpaw had never been submerged underwater, but the cold, pressing feeling that weighed her limbs down must be what drowning felt like. She let out a sob, shutting her eyes against the dark. Her heartbeat grew louder. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. She was alone, drifting in a sea of nothing. She felt jaws close on her scruff, and a feeling of warmth and light made her shudder. She squeezed her eyes tighter, this time guarding against the painful brightness.
"Why?" She croaked.

Mintpaw jumped up with a harsh gasp, her murky green eyes wide. The small she-cat was violently shaking from head to tail, her whiskers trembling so much they were nearly a blur. Tears were streaking her face, although she could hardly remember when she had started crying. "W-w-why..." She could hardly force the words out of her mouth. "W-why?" She looked up at the tom, who was watching her with an unreadable expression. "Mintpaw." His voice was cool, untroubled. Mintpaw watched with wide eyes. "Death and murder, Mistfeather does not rest peacefully. Half-clan and broken, rainstorms can destroy all." The tom's dusty brown fur prickled as he spoke. Mintpaw's own, shorter fur did the same. "Who are you?" Her stutter was gone, at least for now. "Duskfall. Tread lightly, Mintpaw. You have no way of knowing what's to come."


Mintpaw awoke, her expression unreadable as she padded out of the tunnels. The sun was rising. She had a lot to think about on her walk home.

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