December Medicine Cat Meeting 2021

Dovefrost padded up to the highstones. The snow underneath his paws provided a soft cushion from the usual harsh stones that made up this last part of the journey. The white tom huffed out a breath as he finally reached the destination. Green eyes scanning the clearing as he realized he was the first one here for the meeting tonight.

Cloverheart had been careful to leave early that day, sick of showing up to Highstones last– or close to it. Hauling herself up the rocks, she realized with a rattling huff that the colder weather might have been taking more of a toll on her than she thought. She was still young, but the sudden cold made it feel as if her forelegs were constantly locked up. Grumbling quietly to herself, she found a spot where the snow seemed... relatively thin to settle, and bowed her head towards Dovefrost. "Good evening, Dovefrost. I hope you're well?"

Basilbloom rounded the last hill and caught sight of her fellow medicine cats, smiling and purring to each of them before sitting down. She had been very tired as of late, it had taken quite a bit of effort to even leave camp, and she couldn't tell if it was her condition, the cold weather, or something else. Regardless, she yawned before turning to Berrypaw, remembering the little tom from the Gathering. "Don't worry Berry, just follow our lead, there's nothing to be nervous about! I came to my first meeting without a mentor as well, we'll help you out."

"I'm doing alright Cloverheart. I hope you are well." Despite everything that had occurred at sunning rocks, he was still going to be polite to his fellow medicine cat. Even if there was slight resentment to her clan. He still couldn't get over being called an oathbreaker for their cats to turn around and take two lives.. One from Minkstar and then claiming Wolfblaze. As much as he wanted answers for what had happened... he doubted that is what he would get tonight. He nodded to Berrypaw, opening his mouth to speak but Basilbloom had beat him to it. "Yes, just do what we do and everything will be fine."

The large white tom waited a little longer before noting that it was taking a while for Skyclan to arrive.. He hoped everything was okay, but at this point they were wasting moonlight, they needed to get inside. "Come on, let's get this going." Dovefrost said with a small sigh, he pushed himself to his paws before going into the tunnel. Once he had reached the Moonstone, he took his spot, pressed his nose to the stone, and fell asleep.

"It's not your place to step in Dovefrost." The white tom flung his eyes open, finding himself not in the normal Starclan territory he was usually in. He looked around at the dimly lit plane, finding everything still, nothing seemed lively. There was a slight chill in the air when normally Starclan was warm. He doubled checked the surrounding area before his eyes finally landed on an orange she-cat. Her green eyes were narrowed dangerously.

"What you did Dovefrost wasn't your place. You are a medicine cat, not a warrior anymore." She spoke again, this time stepping forward. While she wasn't bigger than him, her aura was intimidating.

The white tom shrunk back in on himself. "I.. I was just trying to help my leader, if I didn't do something they were going to drown him!" He cried out.

"It doesn't matter, you swore an oath. Thunderclan may be where you were born and raised, the clan you care for, but all cats are your cats. If a Riverclan warrior had died in that fight, or almost died from your clan, it is your job to help them. No matter the clan. If your selfish desires get in the way, you are blinded from what really matters." She was almost upon him now, his tail tip twitching anxiously..

"I.. I.." He stuttered out trying to think of the words to say before realizing that anything further would just anger Starclan more. He made his mistake, they were punishing him for it, he would have to accept it and do better next time. "I understand.."

The orange she-cat took a step back, gave the tom a slight nod before vanishing. The dream around him faded, and he woke up at the Moonstone.

The first snows had fallen, barely a dusting but settled, ready to stay for the rest of leaf-bare. Muddythorn made the journey to highstones walking briskly, partly so his toes and tail didn't freeze off, but also largely because he was running late. Not unusual for the tom, but he really should be on time to important things like this. At least he was there in good time last moon, and next moon he would make up for it. He nodded a greeting to the others, eager to get out of the cold, even if the cave wasn't much better, at least it was sheltered from the wind.

He lay beside the moonstone, just like he had watched many apprentices do recently, letting himself fall into a deep sleep.

No vision nor Starclan warrior greeted him on the other side, only an unfamiliar voice that was quickly joined by many more, promising the forest a fate unknown in the moment. "The branches of two holly bushes stretch across the river, roots exposed by thinning soil." That was all that was said before he returned to the waking world, mind turning. He was yet to have any grudge against his ancestors, but sometimes he really did wish they weren't so cryptic. It made his job a lot harder.

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#1 'StarClan Revelation' :


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#2 'Effect Dice' : 1

Basilbloom smiled and waved her tail as Muddythorn arrived just in time, following Dovefrost underground and finding a spot beside the Moonstone to lay down and get comfortable.  Yawning, the tortoiseshell she-cat closed her eyes and touched her nose to its glowing surface, feeling her mind ebb away into the realm of dreams. When next she gained sight, she found herself standing on the bank of the river, the world oddly blurred and unfamiliar. Blinking her eyes in an attempt to see better, to no avail, she realized that one plant was more distinct than its surroundings. Next to her was a beautiful holly bush, its spiky leaves and bright red berries stark against the snow. One of its branches extended out towards the river, the breeze pushing it even further over the water; following the point of the branch, she was surprised to find another, almost identical holly bush sitting on the opposite bank, its branch reaching out as if to reach the one extended by the bush next to her. She barely had time to wonder though before everything went black and she was waking up next to the Moonstone. Strange...holly on both sides of the river, reaching for each other? She had never seen anything like this, and as she started the journey home she wondered what it could symbolize.

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'StarClan Revelation' :

forgot the effect dice cause I'm a big dingus

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'Effect Dice' : 6

It wasn't long before the rest of the medicine cats arrived– though Muddythorn came right on their heels as they turned towards Mothermouth. Cloverheart gave him a swift nod before descending into the tunnel, grumbling slightly about the chill from being below the earth. Finding her spot beside the Moonstone, the small she-cat curled up beside it and touched her nose against its surface, drifting into cool slumber.


Blinking awake into the hazy light of StarClan, Cloverheart let out a little huff as she took in her surroundings. A willow tree drooped above her head, and she looked around warily, wondering if it might suddenly combust in front of her. Something dramatic like that, because of course the forest needed more drama. Instead, a half-formed apparition weaved its way around the trunk of the tree, and settled quietly beside her. Cloverheart offered the presence a slight nod, watching and waiting with a quirked head. The cat nodded back, rolling its shoulders to resituate itself, before its jaw fell open to speak, its voice echoing with a thrum like many cats were speaking to her at once: "The flower will bloom, and blind all those within reach." The willow tree didn't catch fire, or try to fall on her head. The field stretching out in either direction wasn't folding itself inward, either. "So that's all you have." She mused in response, a note of bitterness to her words. Rising slowly to its paws, the StarClan cat wound its way back around the tree and out of sight, and Cloverheart let her head hang as she was left to ponder and wait to wake.

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#1 'StarClan Revelation' :


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#2 'Effect Dice' : 3