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As StarClan sparkled the sky and twilight began, Thrushstar pushed himself into the clearing. It was a beautiful spring night, the foliage and brush beginning to look green around the barriers of the camp. Re-fortification was going a long nicely. It was a perfectly cool night to celebrate the Day of the Dead. Thrushstar had not been in FallClan when the tragedy took place: Rainpaw, FallClan's medicine cat apprentice at the time, was murdering cats. FallClan created this ceremony in memory of those and all others that have died.
The orange and white tom thrust himself on to the rock that watched over the camp. Most were already in the clearing sharing tongues or eating dinner. "Cats of all ages, gather below for a Clan meeting."
Mandarinstep and Thymerobin looked up from where they were sharing prey. The younger glances at his sister, who rose and headed toward the leader, while he scurried after her.
“Woah, a clan meeting!” Pearpaw cheered. The light colored tom bounded to the foot of the rock and looked for a good view in the front of the crowd.
Foxfoot took a place next to Fawnheart, looking up at their leader with curious amber eyes.
Sunpaw slumped out of the apprentice den, head held low.
Cypresspaw bounced out of the apprentice den, sitting next to Pearpaw in the front. "Whatdya think it's gonna be about?" She not-really-whispered to him, nudging him slightly with a wiggle.
Fawnheart smiled at Foxfoot when he took a place next to her, "do you know what this is about?" She hadn't been in Fallclan very long and didn't quite know all of their traditions yet.
Wildhare padded to the other side of Fawnheart, with his head held high. "I'm not sure either. I don't think there is a ceremony happening tonight, is there?" he asked.
"Not that I know of" she answered Wildhare. She glanced back and forth between the two toms; her closest friends. A feeling of warmth and belonging washed over her and she couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her lips.
Thrushstar listened to his clan's words of confusion. "Now now, we may be rid of Greencough, however lets not jinx ourselves just yet." he chuckled, high above the other cats. "Many of you may not know, but many seasons ago a medicine cat apprentice was found killing multiple FallClan cats," he said, pausing with a slow gulp. "In honor of those whom had died at his paws, FallClan created a festival: The Day of the Dead."
She gasped, "A medicine cat apprentice killed a bunch of cats?" She couldn't imagine her old apprentice, Whitepaw doing that. She shook the though away. That would be terrible.
Pearpaw's light green eyes widened. "I heard about that!" he exclaimed triumphantly, his tail waving as he sprang to his paws. He seemed to have forgotten it was a terrible event and was excited to be in the know for once. "Mom used to talk about it sometimes! Well, once," he mused. His father had gotten pretty upset and intervened before she could go into detail, but the little tom was still proud to know anything. "A festival, cool!"
Thrushstar nodded. "Yes, it was a terrible time in FallClan. However we have no need to worry about anything like that anymore. Our medicine cat, Softpelt," he said, glancing towards her den. "Is very loyal to our clan and it's members." he jumped down from the rock and surrounded himself in the middle of the clearing. "Tonight, we will lay out a feast for StarClan, and then we may feast ourselves." he said. He had already designated a spot outside of the secret garden to lay a piece of fresh-kill. "Whoever catches the largest piece of fresh-kill shall share a meal with me and my deputy." he said proudly, not an honor he gave out lightly. "Go on now, don't keep StarClan waiting!"
Wildhare, his eyes still wide from the announcement, turned and rushed off out of the camp before others could reach it. He would be the first to catch something, and to bring it back!
Fawnheart was a lousy hunter but she still managed to catch enough to contribute her part to the clan. She let out a nervous gulp. Now there was a competition. She would be honored to feast with Thrushstar, however, she was terrible at hunting. She watched as Wildhare disappeared out of camp so quickly and couldn't help but laugh. Then she turned to her mate, "Shall we?"
Softpelt's pelt burned hot in embarassment but she dipped her head to Thrushstar and everyone. She then went over to Thrushstar, and turned towards the clan. "Since this is a festival remembering those hurt by the malignant intentions of a medicine cat apprentice, I'm extending to all to come to my den. I'm going to show you some basic medical treatments and give some tips on poisonous plants to avoid and things you should never eat." Softpelt announced.
Foxfoot chuckled. "A festival sure will be fun! What a great way to bounce back from the greencough." He turned to Fawnheart and gave her a smile. "Wanna go look for something? I'm thinking we should go for a nice plump shrew!"
Sunpaws ears twitched. A feast? Maybe he could catch something for Breakingkit. That would probably lift her spirits.
Cypresspaw smiled. Yes! A chance to prove herself! She immediately, much like Wildhare, bolted out of camp and into the territory. She was determined to get the largest prey!
Fawnheart heard Softpelt offer some medical advice during the festival. That was a great idea! She always felt that some cats should know what to eat and what not to eat. She then turned to Foxfoot, "Or maybe a rabbit? Rabbits are usually big! We could win the competition! Do you think Thrushstar would let us both win?"
He rose an eyebrow and looked away in thought. "Hmm.. I'm not really too sure, honestly. But! A rabbit is a good idea! If he doesn't let us both win, then I'll let you take all the glory." He smiled with a light chuckle.
Thrushstar bowed his head in thanks to Softpelt. "That is a great idea. We can do that after the competition is over." he bowed his head once more before heading back towards his den. "Actually, Softpelt, would you want to have a word with me?" he asked.
