Riverclan
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Jul 16, 2016 9:19:58 GMT -5
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Post by Foxpaw on Jan 4, 2016 19:24:54 GMT -5
The small cat laid curled in her moss lined nest, Russetfur wasn't making noise in the small cramped den of the medicine cats, so she was either asleep or had left when Foxpaw has dozed off into a calm sleep. It had been moons since an omen from Starclan, no signs had been given. Which she figured was good, if they weren't sending signs then it meant things were normal, or so the apprentice thought. She was buzzing with excitement, this could be her last half moon gathering as an apprentice, all of the cats who shared the nursery with her were already warriors with their full clan name and Foxpaw wanted just that though she knew she would never stop being Russetfurs apprentice, and she didn't want to stop being her apprentice either. She shivered at the thought of not having her close friend and mentor to guide her through the hard days of battle and leaf bare. She coiled her long tail around her nose pushing her muzzle into the soft long hairs for warmth. Her nose was cold and damp as if she was catching a cold, and her paw still ached from her stumble in the training hollow. She had small cuts on her paw pads from the messy landing but with the cooling juices of dock leaves and horsetail her paws were getting better and free on infection.
Although she was quite the distance away from the herbs store she would smell the sharp scent of each herb, the catmint herself and her mentor recently picked once leaf bare finally struck in fear of greencough or whitecough. Sitting up in her nest with a yawn, her tail flicked anxiously. She hoped there would be no sickness in Riverclan this leaf bare though the chances were against them. It was cold outside and the snow was falling lightly on the ground outside lining the earth with perfect white dots until it was covered in a blanket of white. It was a beautiful sight but it regretfully brought too much illness to all clans. Their stocks of tansy were running low as they gave it out to the weaker cats in attempt to prevent them from falling ill. Pushing herself to get up and walk stiffly to the stores she glanced at each neat bundle carefully wrapped in leaves. They were certainly running low on tansy, burdock root and she couldn't deny that she would have liked to have had more catmint in the stores. She shut her eyes tightly praying to Starclan that no greencough or whitecough would raid her clan. Opening her eyes she made the decision to ask the Starclan warrior if she met any as to whether they had any warnings in relation to disease. Pushing it far from her mind, the apprentice padded to the entrance guarded by bramble. She looked outside and saw the sun low in sky and she flicked her tail irritably.
She would have to walk out in the cold to get to the moonpool and she wasn't looking forward to numb paw pads and cold legs. Even with her thick fur fluffed up against the cold she would much rather stay near her nest and all of her beloved herbs that leave camp tonight. Sticking her head out she looked around for Russetfur, they would have to leave soon enough and she couldn't dream of leaving her mentor behind. With a yawn she called out, "Russetfur!" before turning back into the den swiftly. "My nose is so cold." she mewed softly, rubbing and covering her nose with her right paw in attempt to heat herself back up before glancing back at their stores. "I should tell Russetfur we need more tansy.." she mumbled softly narrowing her eyes to the hidden stacks of herbs.
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Feb 10, 2016 21:09:25 GMT -5
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Post by Kestrelwing on Feb 10, 2016 21:16:05 GMT -5
Pale green and yellow eyes sleepily blinked open. The brown and black striped tail covered the liver covered nose, keeping the she-cat warm while she slept. The pale gaze moved to a nearby, and empty, nest. The thick furred dark grey tom that had been her mentor was still missing. He'd been gone for several moons but whenever the she-cat woke up, she always looked at his nest, hoping to see the grumpy cat. She didn't sigh as she slowly unfurled her tail. After final standing up, the brown Bengal she-cat stretched. Glancing over at the pawful of cats that occupied the nests within the Medicine Cat Den, Kestrelwing went over in her mind what she should give each of them, as she looked at each cat. Once she had a mental list set, she slowly padded to where the herbs were stored, gathering what she needed. The cold moons had brought cats into her den but thankfully no one had gotten whitecough or greencough yet. All of them only had small colds. The Medicine Cat walked over to the ones with the colds. She had them take the herbs to help with their colds. Thankfully they should be fine after today and can go back to their duties. Once the spotted she-cat was done with them, she went over to her cousin, Mintfeather. The she-cat had gotten injured on a border patrol between Windclan and Thunderclan. So far all of the scratches had healed over and most of them had fur growing back, though a few would scar. The one wound Kestrelwing was worried about was the silvery she-cat's shoulder. It had been broken. She had used comfrey to keep the bone in place so it could heal, but it was healing slowly. The young warrior could hardly do anything with the shoulder or use her paw without it hurting. Kestrelwing felt sorry for the snow bengal she-cat, but she was certain that she would heal in just a few more moons and then she could work on building up muscle again. After making sure Mintfeather hadn't caught a sickness from any of their other clanmates, and that there was no infection or inflammation, she had the other she-cat take some herbs to dull the pain. Kestrelwing gave an uplifting smile before going out to get some prey for the cats under her care. When she was done, she swept snow away from a spot just outside her den and sat down, tucking her tail tightly around her paws. Lifting her pale gaze to the sky, she noted the lightly falling snow. Tonight was the night the Medicine Cats went to the Moonpool. The brown spotted she-cat hoped that everything would go fine, that she would be able to share tongues with their ancestors. The normal serene and happy cat felt a flutter of unease. It was gone just as quickly as it came and she shook it off. Her stores were getting low what with trying to treat everyone so they hopefully wouldn't get greencough or whitecough. She would have gone out today to stock up what she can, but since she was going to the Moonpool tonight, she knew she needed her strength. So, she would just have to do it tomorrow. Going to the Moonpool would be tough. With what snow was already on the ground, it would be a cold trek. Since there was only a few flakes of snow falling, she knew it could either clear up tonight or turn into a raging blizzard. Praying to Starclan, she hoped for it to clear up. The sun was already starting to fall, so she stood up and went back into her den to get ready. She would have to leave soon in case the snow started to come down harder and in case the wind started to pick up. She also wanted to get there early. Once ready, the brown Bengal she-cat left camp. The sun had set by now and darkness surrounded everything. The falling snow didn't seem like it had gotten any worse, but it didn't seem it had gotten any better either. Kestrelwing shrugged and started the trek to the Moonpool to talk to Starclan and any other Medicine Cats that were there. Words || 728 Ooc || Hope this is okay. =) Tagged || Priestess Shizuka || Yami Leafy || Night || Kuwaki
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