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Springclan ( Jetclaw ) Fawnheart was the first to arrive at the Moon Creek with Softpelt at her side. Her breath circled her muzzle in a cloud of frost. Leafbare had been cold but much warmer than the previous leafbares and it had confused many of the prey. Fawnheart had called an emergency half moon meeting for all the clans and groups after what had happened at the gathering. They needed to either speak more thoroughly with their ancestors or have a meeting about the interpretations. "I hope everyone shows up" Fawnheart mewed, half to Softpelt and half to herself. She took a seat at the waters edge and wrapped her cream feathery tail neatly around her paws as she waited for the others to arrive.
Softpelt nodded grimly. "As do I, things were quite chaotic last gathering, and StarClan's warning admittedly went unheeded." She murmured frowning, pulling in her tail close. She shifted close to Fawnheart, her soft fluffy pelt keeping Softpelt fairly warm despite the chill.
Mistyrose had kept repeating in her mind, trust her, trust her, but it hadn't done any good since she was exactly where she wasn't supposed to be. She used to be a medicine cat in WinterClan, but not anymore. However since moving to SunClan she noticed that Autumngossamer was more than just inexperienced, she was a manipulator. She had watched Autumngossamer lie right to the priestesses face and it could have gotten a lot worse if things hadn't settled down the way they did. Now the medicine cats were gathering around after something happened at the gathering. She wasn't sure what, but she was almost certain that whatever Autumngossamer was going to report back would be lies of some sort. This was precisely why she carefully kept her distance by hiding away in some nearby bushes. The bushes were thick with leaves and smelled with the berries that grew on them allowing her scent to be hidden.
Autumngossamer walked in, her ruby red tabby fur didn't sign as bright in the absence of the mean, it was still hidden behind the clouds... Probably. Some cats said it was gone completely and honestly? It might be. Truthfully she saw this as a good thing, moon gone, great, more time for the sun to finally rise, "Hey flower freaks," She smirked, but it was really meant to be a playful jab, everyone here was technically a flower freak since they all worked with herbs. Well except for herself, she only did the spiritual side of things, never the actual healing parts.
"Yes. Many cats think Starclan was just angry over the bickering leaders but I think there is more to their warning. Starclan dont usually show themselves in bright light like that unless it was something serious. If it was just because the leaders were insulting each other, they would have covered the moon or made it rain to end the gathering." She sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. "If this is something bad, the clans may need to unite and with Flamingstar being, well...Flamingstar, that will be quite tricky."
Fawnheart's ears swiveled as Autumngossomar padded in. The cream Somali she-cat spun around to face the red tabby, completely unaware of Mistyrose's presence. Before she could greet Autumn with a warm welcome, the she-cat called her a flower freak. Fawnheart didn't know how to react to the comment. She looked at Softpelt then back at Autumn. "Uh, Greetings, Autumngossamer. I'm glad you made it."
Why he had decided to come, Hystericplague wasn't quite sure. He didn't believe in Starclan, nor did he even believe that what had happened at the gathering was an omen. He hadn't even been there, so he could only put so much faith in the stories that he had heard. In fact, he was unsure if Fallclan had even attended the gathering at all. Still, the hairless tom was the next one to show up at the Moon Creek, his apprentice somewhere behind him. He sat without a word, quite sure that nothing he would say would even be heard by the other medicine cats. He was a healer, not a prophet or whatever. If Starclan even existed, they had yet to prove it to him. He was just here to return to Calamitystar with news, really.
"Omigash EW! What are you?" Autumngossamer whined looking at Hystericplague, "You're almost like a rat," she observed, this time a bit more curiously. However the disgust she had for the medicine cat was still plain as day, she literally retreated inside of herself, her body poised inward as though she could dissolve into herself with a single paw lifted ready to move if need be. Maybe he was actually sick or something? Or someone tore his fur out? If someone tore his fur out she would personally help assassinate that person for him. Like kill the poor cat, don't skin it, that's a death sentence worse than anything imaginable!
Fawnheart's jaw dropped at Autumngossamer's comment toward Hystericplague but couldn't help the amusement she found in it. She had to hold her paw over her mouth to hide the smile and hold back the laugh that was trying to burst through. After a moment, she regained herself and cleared her throat. "Autumngossamer, this is Hystericplague. He was born that way. There are many cats like him. Turbulantsea, medicine cat of Nightclan, is the same way." She wanted to point out how rude Autumngossamer had made it sound but thought better of it. Perhaps she had just never seen a cat like that before.
The longhaired dark ginger tom jogged up the path to join with the others, dipping his head apologetically. He was running late again; he had gotten distracted and left late for the meeting and hadn't taken the time to meet up with his mentor first. Scanning the group, he saw Flyingcolors wasn't there yet and gulped. Was he supposed to wait for her after all? Brakewings hoped not, the DayClan medicine cat apprentice would be in trouble if she was back at camp looking for him.
"Hey guys, uh," he scanned them again, not quite recognizing some of the facts, "I'm Brakewings, for those of you that don't know."
Hystericplague dipped his head towards Brakewings, the only form of greeting that he gave any of them. He ignored Autumngossamer's reaction towards him, being quite used to all types of reactions by now. Most of the time, he found that others would be afraid of him, and his personality didn't really help with it. A loud cough escaped him, and the throaty coughs lasted for a few more heartbeats before he recovered, cursing himself. He had thought he had cured that cough, but it was something that had plagued him since kithood, and it never fully went away. That was not something he wanted the other medicine cats to know. "So, just to make sure, this wasn't some type of mass hysteria? Fallclan had something like that a few moons back, and everyone thought it was ghosts." He had been the cause of that, but no one actually needed that information.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jan 5, 2020 15:32:29 GMT -5
A small a lanky cat appeared a moment late, just in time to hear Autumngossamer comment towards Hystericplague. The black and white tom chuckled "It saves us the grooming time we could be spending on patients" he shrugged, unbothered by the reference to them looking like rats. He moved forward, taking his pace among the others. He knew that he was likely to be an outcast during this meeting due to Flamingstar's actions during the last gathering, but he needed to know more about StarClan's message.
Behind Turbulentsea followed a cat entirely unlike him in appearance. She was tall and graceful, with a composed, almost bored expression with the vaguest flickers of curiosity peeking through. Her thick russet tabby and white fur kept her warm for the season, though really, it was her eyes that were the strangest of all. They weren't just a standard shade of dark color, but like a black void, so dark that any traces of color were indiscernible in this light, pupils entirely invisible. To top it off, the left half of her face held a severe burn scar, where no fur now grew, the eye blind by whatever flames she'd faced. Her fur smelled only a touch like NightClan, though perhaps this wasn't surprising, as she hadn't even been part of the clan for a moon yet. Ahava Vairocana, NightClan's newest medicine cat apprentice, though she was clearly not an apprentice's, or even a young warrior's, age. This was her first time seeing the other medicine cats, first time seeing Moon Creek as well. Her tail twitched a greeting, but at least for the moment, she simply watched instead of speaking.
Mountainsound, much like Mistyrose, wasn't meant to be there. But, the blind SunClan Senator wanted to help. She didn't particularly think Autumngossamer would let her come, but she didn't need permission. She knew the way herself, but she'd caught Mistyrose's scent as she slipped into the bushes, and chose to follow her, rather than actually joining, at least for the moment. "Why not just join in?" Her voice was soft and low, so as not to be overheard by the rest as she stepped up beside the she-cat.
Fawnheart was happy to see Turbulentsea despite what had happened at the gathering and the rumors that had spread about the tom. She had known him for a while and knew his intentions were for the best. She noticed an unfamiliar she-cat follow him in. She was about to make the cat leave since this was a private meeting until she caught a slight whiff of Nightclan from her. Last that she had heard, Turbulentsea didn't have an apprentice. Could this be Nightclan's new medicine cat apprentice? She didn't look like an apprentice.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Jan 5, 2020 16:46:56 GMT -5
NIGHTCLAN Turubulentsea glance back as the stares of the other cat's fell upon Ahava Vairocana. "This is Ahava Vairocana, she is my new apprentice" he clarified. Even though it was strange for a medicine at to take on an adult as an apprentice it wasn't unheard of, and StarClan had been clear. They had brought her to him, and that was between the two of them and their ancestors. He didn't elaborate any farther, leaving the others to make their assumptions as they pleased. Her cared little of their opinions on his choices.
"Fawnheart, it's good to see you," he greeted, relieved to see a friendly familiar face in the crowd. "She'll be here soon." I hope.
He turned to face the newcomers and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Ahava Varirocana," he repeated, saying the name slowly to test out the syllables. It was good to see another full-grown cat as an apprentice around, even if this one had a strange name.
Fawnheart nodded to Brakewings before turning to Ahava. "It's good to have you, Ahava Varirocana. I'm Fawnheart, Springclan's medicine cat along with Softpelt." She flicked her tail to the fluffy white she-cat that had accompanied her on their trip to the Moon Creek. "Do you mind if I call up Ahava? Your name is a bit foreign and I feel like it would be easier for me to pronounce." The cream somali she-cat twitched her whiskers in amusement.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 5, 2020 23:30:16 GMT -5
Primal Instinct
Well, this was an awkward situation. The League had no medicine cat as of late. Borth Corax and Henri seemed to have disappeared, and no matter how many hunters scoured the city, they couldn't be found. Though the news of the medicine cat gathering had reached Primal Instinct, they had no one to send. So, Funk figured it should fall to the last Shaman they still had around, which very conveniently was him. He barely bothered with the gathering before, since the walk was long and not worth it. But after the gathering the other day, he figured he should go see if it was actually Starclan. Apparently it wasn't some elaborate prank, which was disappointing cause he expected someone to take credit for it. No one did though, so here he was making that walk. They weren't alone, the Sunclan scent was too strong coming up the hill. But who was he to poke into Sunclan's business? He just winked in the direction and sauntered towards the Moon Pool...Creek...whatever, like he wasn't late and not supposed to be here. "I thought more of you would be huddled around this puddle by now."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 6, 2020 0:19:48 GMT -5
(just name it the Moon Puddle, I'll remember it then xD thanks)
Funk E'tan's lip twitched when Fawnheart approached him. They were so touchy, no wonder he stopped doing this, "Relax, dear. I thought you Springclan cats were better at giving a little sugar with the medicine." He stirred the pot a bit too much during the gathering, and he wasn't Shaman anymore, so he expected the resistance. Not that he acted overly concerned, loose and relaxed. "Besides. I'd rather not be here myself. But the League doesn't have a Shaman or Mage to join you tonight. I figured it'd be better to show up as the ex-Shaman then not at all. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh um. Okay," Autumngossamer said with a smile to Turbulentseas, he seemed friendly! So did remarkably everyone? Jeez there wasn't a single self centered individual here, actually. Guess she could turn down the whole diva act. She had expected them to criticize her for being the only one that couldn't heal. Well that and her apprentice. "That's a pretty good secret talent to have to not wake up every morning and wondering how your fur looks and if people will judge you for it and cripple your self confidence beyond repair." Okay maybe she could tone up the diva act just a little, no need to expose all her insecurities. "I'm Autumngossamer," She introduced realizing that she really hadn't officially talked to him much for him to know her name.
When Funk E'tan arrived Autumngossamer dipped her head to him, he was an alliance leader after all, "I didn't know you knew a thing about herbs. But that's interesting, I guess the only pride leader that can't heal is Glowstar, sucks for DayClan," She smirked, a single paw over her muzzle to silence her laughter, "Anywho welcome."
Mistyrose should have been startled by Mountainsound, especially with the one deaf ear, but even in this situation remained stone faced and monotone, "Because she considers me a threat and wouldn't hesitate to report me to Littlestar and the janus when the half moon gathering ends. I have a feeling she's going to lie about what she see's at this gathering and if I'm imprisoned and unable to tell Littlestar the truth than it'll all be for nothing."
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