November Medicine Cat Meeting 11/15/18

Pricklepaw fell asleep in a moment, not expecting to be talked to by StarClan- so he was somewhat surprised when he opened his eyes in the starry plains. Instead of anticipation or respect, however, he just felt a mild sense of annoyance when he saw the tabby RiverClan tom. Why RiverClan? He closed his eyes and sighed, then opened them again. "Okay. What are you here to tell me?" There was no point in dancing around with formalities; if StarClanners were trying to talk to him again, and not even from his own Clan, something was up. Or they just wanted to do the same thing as Mintwhisker and berate him for his rudeness. If that was the case, he'd just wake right back up and be on his way.

"Pricklepaw, I have come to you bearing grave news from your ancestors. Across the river, a festering wound has been forming in the heart of RiverClan. It is your duty as Medicine cat to cleanse it, bring light to the darkness." Otterleap spoke ominously, trying to ignore the twinge of guilt in his heart for what he was about to do. "Minnowslip of RiverClan, my own grandkit has mated with a rogue, and Jaystar and Goldeneye have covered for her. They passed off her kits to be raise by the clan, claiming Goldeneye found them in RiverClan territory. This is a grave betrayal of the code, and a good leader should punish such crimes. Pricklepaw, you must ensure this crime is exposed at the gathering. Neither leader or medicine cat can be trusted to handle things if they are not under pressure. StarClan relies on you, young one."

Was he laying it on too thick? Otterleap felt uncertain, but couldn't take back his words, lest look uncertain of his own revelation. So with that, he faded back into the stars for the apprentice to awaken.

Morningpaw tilted her head in slight amusement when Pricklepaw had been dragged back out by Mintwhisker. She could only imagine what the older female was saying to him. Probably scolding him for his attitude. The Shadowclanner shrugged with a tiny smirk and headed deeper into the tunnel.

Once she step foot into the main cavern, she rushed toward the glowing stone and lied down a little ways away from Goldeneye as to not disturb her. She then took in a deep breath before pressing her nose to the cold surface. A few moments passed and she fell into darkness.

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'StarClan Revelation' :

It felt like ages since he had spoken to any living cat, save for the few apprentices whose advice he had passed onto them. But since then the old, ginger warrior had resigned to hunting among the stars and keeping a silent, watchful eye over his kin and former clan below. Their blood had not flowed through his veins when he walked the marshes below, but he had grown to be a well-respected warrior. Until right before his death. Love had caused him to do the unforgivable in breaking the code. It was, for this reason, his family had been torn apart and even in the afterlife his medicine cat mate hardly spared him a glance. There was no starvation or discomfort to be found among the stars but there was no peace for the battle-scarred warrior. Especially not now when the weight of the future laid upon his shoulders, and all he could do was watch helplessly and deliver a cryptic message that once would have frustrated him as a living cat.

Flamestrike, a killer of exiles and evil cats, celebrated for his bravery in battle and dedication to the clan even in the face of taking his own brother's life, was now merely a conduit between the ancestors and the current medicine cat. The lanky orange tom's tail twitched and his face was solemn as he prepared to face Morningpaw. There was no joy in what he was about to do. All that fueled him in this task was the never-ending desire to care for the clan who had rescued and helped to raise him. This was the repayal of an eternal debt. Not an honor like some may assume. It was for this reason that he did not offer even a hint of welcoming to the she-cat that now stood before him. His starry coat appeared out of the starry realm, making him seem more gorgeous than he had been in life. There were still the many scars that marred his coat but the snapped limb that had once rendered him an elder was no more. He had been happiest before the ending. Before the truth came out.

"Morningpaw..." He began, breaking the now eerie silence of the world around them, "I am Flamestrike, once a warrior of Shadowclan. I wish I could come to you bearing better news but I am afraid the troubles of Shadowclan are far from over." Flamestrike thought it was pointless to introduce himself but the living cared too much for the knowledge of one's circumstances and their name. Without a doubt, if she had not heard his name before, one of her clanmates would be able to enlighten her on the wonders of his life. As he closed his eyes, a mere flickering of his lashes, the Starclan warrior saw the tragedies that were to befall the marsh-dwelling clan. A deep sigh escaped his maw and at last, he breathed the words of the prophecy that were set to guide the young medicine cat, to guide all of Shadowclan in what was to come, "There will be one of mixed-blood, wrought with misguided judgment, an evil claiming deliverance that will lead Shadowclan into the depths of darkness. Your clan will die, Morningpaw. Shadowclan will be no more… and there is nothing Starclan can do to stop it."

When the tortoiseshell female opened her eyes, she found herself back in one of Starclan's more serene settings. Despite the beautiful nature that surrounded her, she felt oddly tense. She looked around cautiously for a few moments before waiting patiently. It didn't take long for a figure to manifest themselves in front of her. Her blue gaze relaxed. She finally wasn't alone in the rather uncomfortable silence. When the starry tom began to speak, the she-cat's breath hitched. Troubles? She dug her claws in the ground below as she listened to what Flamestrike had to tell her. When he continued, his words to her chilled her blood. Every hair on her pelt stood. She had a face of horror and shock. Shadowclan will be no more? Her clan will die? Starclan could do nothing about this?! The apprentice visibly shivered. She was frightened and confused more than she had ever been in her life.

"F-Flamestrike, are you certain Starclan cannot assist us? Can't the c-clan prevent this from happening? Can't we do anything?!" Her voice shook, eyes portraying pain and endless worry. She didn't notice she was standing up with her tail lashing from side to side. Who was this cat? The cat that would be her clan's downfall. A little shimmer of hope sparked within her chest. There must be a way her clan would survive the time of darkness that would supposedly be approaching. There has to be five clans. Fate couldn't be so cruel as to wipe one out of existence. The she-cat slowly plopped back down, ears pressed flat against her shaking head. "T-There has to be a-a way." she muttered in a small, shaky voice. She then looked up with a pleading gaze. She needed some hope. This must not be the end of Shadowclan. Dread wrapped itself around her. She suddenly felt a crushing weight upon her shoulders.

The serenity of the place was ironic. He would have snorted aloud if the weight of his own words weren't crashing down upon him, and the young cat before him. Watching the medicine cat tense, the starry warrior pictured his former mate in a similar position and had to swallow the lump that formed in his throat. Her body shivered and it was all he could do to stop himself from stepping forward. Starclan could only meddle in the affairs of life so much before it became a detriment. Often trying to avoid one's destiny ended up becoming the cause. Flamestrike watched her with an unreadable, green gaze. It took a long pause before he finally mustered up the strength to shake his head slowly while his teeth clenched tightly together inside of his maw.

"Nothing can be done. The future is set." The ginger tom's voice sounded as if it had been cut from Flint, sharp and cold. Internally, his stomach twisted in several knots with the unpleasantry of having to be the one to give this message. What was the point if there was no hope? Would Shadowclan merely prepare for the end? As usual, the living would be left to wrestle with such questions. As much as it pained him, the former Shadowclan cat left her with some parting words, "Do what you will with this, Morningpaw. I have said all I can. You must leave now. Return to your clan." With a final, stiff nod towards the living cat, Flamestrike turned to rejoin his place among the ancestors and the world around both of them faded into darkness. A pure, unadulterated darkness, seemingly unending. This was the future of Shadowclan.

Morningpaw jolted awake. Her breathing was shallow and her body shook from a ghostly breeze that seemed to come from nowhere in particular. Without another minute waisted, the medicine cat speedily made her way out of the cavern. As soon as she was fully outside, the young she-cat sprinted back to camp. This was urgent, as urgent as it can get. Her clan's end was near. Scorchstar must be told of this prophecy immediately!