{Looking for Herbs} OPEN // week 4

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/14.jpg] The calico cat had just recently started to look for herbs, and so far she was happy. Being a healer is good for Moonfeather. Well she had no herbs so far from her days journey but she hopped to come back with a mouth full. Moonfeather had not been born in this clan, she was gad to even make it this far, and just helping others with their owns life is everything Moonfeather would ever need. Though she knew she would never have a family. Its a choice she chose from the heart. But now the she-cat was doing her job, Moonfeather was searching for the full grown plants of much needed herbs. She mostly need simple one. One for colds, bleedings, flus, cuts, headaches, and bruises, things like that. Moonfeather looked around now, it was one of her favorite seasons, well there are not many plants to work with. But she is so use to winter and cold, she actually liked it. She looked around now, mouth open smelling the air ,it seemed some one else was here, but Moonfeather had not really been paying attention, so she had no idea who could it be, or even what. She hoped it was not a wolf. Maybe a mouse, yes that be nice actually, a snack.

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[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] The blinding slopes of Bright Peak were slippery with melting snow that afternoon. Clouds hung low, wreathing the summit of the great mountain with a halo of mist. Along the slick ice bounded a lone figure, golden like honey. His paws occasionally sank into the slushy snow, making him struggle to crawl out of the large dents he made. Weedpaw shivered as a frigid wind buffeted his sunny pelt. Nervously glancing from side to side for enemies or Clanmates, he opened his jaw and drank in the sweet scents of home. However, only one scent in particular interested him – the warm yet slightly bitter aroma of their Medicine cat, Moonfeather. Since his mentor was busy yet again, young and bored Weedpaw ventured out of camp, following whatever scent struck him first. That happened to be Moonfeather’s, and he decided he might as well practice sharpening his stalking skills. Finally, he caught sight of Moonfeather, who was ambling along the sparse ferns that grew by the banks of the mighty Iceriver. Weedpaw wondered why she was there – perhaps collecting more herbs for her stock? He’d been in the den recently and had noted the diminishing supply of medicines. That was a crucial matter, as the worst of leaf-bare was hitting his Clanmates hard. In fact, while he was shadowing Moonfeather, he might as well do a bit of hunting; this part of the Iceriver was well known for its plethora of river mice. Petite nose thrust in the air, he took a few deep sniffs. A slight rustle among the ferns alerted the presence of a mouse. The blades of dry grass parted to reveal it was indeed a rodent, though pitifully small. Eager at the thought of catching something for his Clan, Weedpaw slunk closer then pounced on top of the poor mouse, killing it with one blow. His jaw drooling with hunger, he eyed it ravenously before scraping snow over it to mask its scent to other predators. Another rustle occurred. Whirling around, Weedpaw spotted the unmistakable calico pelt of Moonfeather. Unconcerned about her discovering his unknown presence, he yowled a greeting to her. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 355 Tags Moonfeather + dead mouse OoC He really needs a mentor…

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[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/14.jpg] the young she-cat was a little up set, there wasnt many live plants to go by, but she could smell something, a strong odor of Tansy, she was sure of it. But it was faint and it could have died. Moonfeather had not even noticed Weedpaw was close by, she was so focused on her hunt for herbs she could have been attacked and not even heard this creature coming. The she-cat found it though, most of the leaves where dying, but four where in pretty good shape for the weather they where having. So she bit them off gently and was going to go back, but she heard Weedpaw then, and looked around. ''Weedpaw?'', Moonfeather was not sure of this, since she was never a warrior or trained to be one, but shouldn't an apprentice only venture out alone with his mentor? Or was she wrong? Maybe the she-cat was just being a little over protective but that's her style. ''What are you doing out here by your self?''. Her tone was calm but still worried with curiosity hidden. Well maybe if he was here he could help her right, well that could be a great idea. Even before the small tom could think of this a small smile came of the she-cats maw. He could help her with the herbs! {sorry for the shortness}

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[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] The faint swirling of the nearby Iceriver stirred the peace. The sunny gold apprentice pounced into a patch of nettles and winced as they stung his tender paws. His eyes shining with mischief, he batted a paw at the calico medicine cat before him. Today, he was in high spirits as usual. First of all, the day was clear, and what else could you ask for? Wispy clouds drifted across an endless blue, and merry yellow flowers dotted the landscape. Dense greenery hung from trees, and soft cold earth cushioned his paws. Weedpaw padded closer to Moonfeather, peering to see what she was staring at. “What’re you looking at, Moonfeather?” he chirped happily, observing the yellow budded flowers the Medicine cat was grasping with her teeth. Quickly, he sifted through his short term memory, trying to think of what sort of herb that golden plant might be. “That… that’s a poppy flower,” he meowed intelligently, as though he were some expert on the matter. Flicking his tail absentmindedly, he ripped a few of the flowers from the ground, exposing a maze of roots beneath. “Herr, ah hrrep yu,” he offered with a serious expression. He paused to consider how intelligible his reply sounded and burst out in laughter, spewing pale sunny petals in all directions, including on Moonfeather’s meticulously groomed pelt. Oops. Now would be a good time to leave, he surmised, taking a few steps back in retreat. Assessing the situation, he leapt back and scraped away a few mashed up petals, tripping over his sweeping tail in the process. Weedpaw was so surprised at this sudden turn of events – or perhaps he was surprised he was that clumsy – that he made no move to regain his balance. The trail blazed downhill abruptly ended in the frigid waters of the Iceriver. Gasping with the sudden drop in temperature, he flailed and thrashed about. All his swimming skills swirling away, he was swept away with the strong current. Fighting for breath, he crawled to the surface and managed to shout, “Help! Moonfeather!” before another wave of water twisted his back around and his vision blacked out. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 357 Tags Moonfeather OoC My charries love to have near-death experiences.

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[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/14.jpg] The she-cat smiled, it seemed he was the one who wanted to help, even before she asked him. Weedpaw padded closer to Moonfeather, looking at what she had “What’re you looking at, Moonfeather?” he chirped happily, looking at the plant. Moonfeather smiled, and sat the plants down carefully. Moonfeather was truly impressed though, she was just about to tell the young one about the flowers, seeds, plant etc when he named it himself! Moonfetaher had no idea if he ever wanted to be a medicine cat apprentice, or if he was just smart, but she had been impressed. ''That's very true Weddpaw''. Her voice was curious as well as impressed, but she wondered what he was doing now. Weedpaw ripped a few of the flowers from the ground, exposing a roots beneath.“Herr, ah hrrep yu,” he offered with a serious expression. Moonfetaher smiled, and nodded her head. ''Why thank you! A strong cat you are!'', she moved forward, Moonfetaher was going to rip the plant, they would truly help the clan. Moonfeather wondered why he laughed so hard though, and why he seemed to be running away. But she soon noticed he had gone? And a splash came? help me Starclan Moonfeather hopped that was just a rock, not Weedpaw. But it was short lived. The young apprenticed called for help. “Help! Moonfeather!”. Moonfeather ran, she could barely see his ginger pelt. Moonfeather was now glad she loved to swim, and that she had starclan by her side. Jumping in the water it was freezing, even too cold for her. But she swam pushing threw the cold and pain of the water. Moonfeather dived now, reaching the tom, they where being dragged though, but she managed to grab his scruff. But it was hard to hold on, she was felling weak. The cold water was making her soft. She had no idea if she would make it to the shore. But she tried hard. Her last piece of strength, she climbed on a rock. Still in the middle of the river....

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[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Weedpaw was always fond of his nice thick golden fur, which warmed him during the bitter cold leaf-bare, and which he loved to show off for the she-cats. It was luxurious and soft, pleasing to the touch and always carried with it the faint aroma of evergreens. However, at this moment, he was thrashing about in a frigid river that tossed him here and there. He did not like how waterlogged it was, with the river water weighing down his small mass, drowning him. Every so often, he pushed himself upward, before being thrust down again by the raging currents. Another splash behind him, barely audible from the roaring of the powerful currents, sounded. Teeth closed around his scruff and hauled him upright. Moonfeather had saved him. He was about to murmur his thanks when he was released and swept away. But he managed to locate his footing and furiously paddled in the waters. Thick bubbles of foam, white as ice, swirled away from him. As he went downstream, cracking shards of ice bit into his soft flesh. His blood stained parts of the river scarlet. Somehow, his paw caught onto a jutting rock along the banks of the stream, and he dragged himself to land. By now, he was several fox lengths away from his savior. Actually, it was more than that. Weedpaw couldn’t even see the calico pelt of Moonfeather or smell her unique scent either. Now he gasped in huge breaths, to make up for the tiny pockets of air he managed while in the Iceriver. His head whirling with the shock of what had just happened, he stumbled upstream blindly, his paws lashing out as if he were still underwater. Finally he reached the large rock where Moonfeather lay. His exhausted legs shook until he collapsed at the base of the rock, the part were a thin sliver of stone touched the edge of the banks. Over this ledge, silver fish jumped, their scales sparkling white in the afternoon light. But Weedpaw made no attempt to spear them. He was simply to tired. His throat screaming with raw pain, he croaked, “Thank you Moonfeather. Are you okay?” Weedpaw raised a tired muzzle to the skies. Amber eyes peered uncertainly at the darkened shape above him, silhouetted against the sun so a halo formed around it. Its calico fur dripped with freezing river water. Snow and ice were scattered around Moonfeather like tears. In fact, Moonfeather herself didn’t look to good. Neither was Weedpaw… “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 417 Tags Moonfeather OoC I guess you’ll post StarClan’s message since she’s unconscious?

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[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/14.jpg] {I dont want to powerplay even though we have frostclan starclan cats so ill make one up if its alright} The she-cat was so proud, she had saved the small tom. Something her job allowed her to do, but to do it with out medicine she felt oh so proud. But as she let him go Mooneather did not notice that he was not truly safe. She only saw this as he fell of, the tom was gone again, Moofeather felt so horrible but she had lost him.. she had lost her vision. The she-cat felt different, but soon her eyes opened, she could tell she was not at home, but these lands felt so comforting, like it was home. Moonfeather stood up and shook her pelt, she started to search for Weedpaw, he had fallen in the river, and she had lost him again. ''Weedpaw? WEEDPAW? Anyone??'', the she-cat was lost, but she could see a shadow, it seemed someone was coming. Who could it be? A large black colored tom with violet eyes and long pelt walked in. He had mist around him much like Starclan cats, he was so beautiful. Moonfeather knew where she was now, it was not a good thing, but maybe it was a relief. The tom walked closer and dipped his head. ''Hello Moonfeather I am Ravenstep.'' He paused and Moonfeather just looked at him with wide eyes. he smiled now and said something, it was a whisper, she could barely hear it. Death will save the land.. Moonfeather did not like the sound of that. She ran, she had to know more. ''COME BACK PLEASE!''. But he was gone and she was coming back.. Moonfeather slowly opened her eyes, her memories still inside her head, Weedpaw still was missing in her mind and it seemed there was a prophecy she would have to tell her leader about. Looking around she felt someone's presence. ''Weedpaw? Is that you?''. Moonfeather looked at the tom, it truly was him! They had to go though, Moonstar had to know! Plus Weedpaw might get sick. Standing up she shook her pelt. ''We must leave, now!''. Moonfeather wasn't sure if she could tell the young tom, but soon the clan would know.

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[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Weedpaw was absolutely exhausted. The rushing Iceriver had flailed him about, ripping through his coarse fur and drenching him. Despite the Medicine cat trying to save him, the waters had snatched him away and plunged him into its thrashing depths. Again and again he was dunked, until he thought his head would implode from the acute pressure. At last, he had washed up onto the banks, and there again he lay. He felt the cool earth soften his weary and soggy paw-pads. Thin blades of bright grass tickled his cheek. Fragrant aromas of lilies calmed his ragged spirit as well. Gazing at the still, calico form of Moonfeather, he was nervous to see she was not moving. Yes, her chest rose with each breath, but they were faint and rare. Using what little muscles that responded anymore, he heaved himself up onto unsteady paws. Clumsily, he shuffled closer to the rock the she-cat was sprawled over. His steps crushed the bits of lichen that had washed up onto the banks. Various cuts on his bedraggled body bled freely, seeping over flattened fur. Shivering, he shook himself and fluffed up his fur, spraying chunks of ice in all directions. He prayed that the sun would beat harder and dry out his limp fur. Finally, Moonfeather stirred. Her amber eyes opened wide and she glanced about dazedly. Her tired eyes finally met Weedpaw’s equally amber ones and she immediately voiced her relief. “You’re awake!” he meowed happily. He shook out his strained muscles and winced as pain shot up his spine. “For a moment there I thought-“ He stopped as more pain clogged up his senses. The calico she-cat seemed not to notice. Instead, she sprang up and announced they needed to return to camp immediately. Weedpaw’s small head nodded. They were hurt and the herbs needed to cure them were in camp, naturally. And yet it seemed healing was not the only reason for the female cat’s haste. Curiosity welled in his throat but the urgent tone convinced him to ask her later. For now he could wait. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 347 Tags Moonfeather OoC Yay for prophecies!

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[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/14.jpg] Moonfeather was nervous, everything had to come today, why! An accident, and now a prophecy. But before she could even tell Moonstar Moonfeather had to treat Weedpaw, he seemed to be hurt, though she did not check. Plus Moonfeather did not want to get sick her self. ''Follow me to my den, when we get there you find a cozy bed while i look for some herbs'', Moonfeather sighed, she was freezing and she knew the young tom must be too, plus she was not the one who almost died, he must be so tired. Heading in her Den Moonfeather ran over to the herbs, she would get the ones she knew he would need with out even seeing his wounds, well if he had any. She grabbed Ragweed for to giver her self and the tom strength, they had come far. And Poppy seeds so he could rest, and if he had pain. Running back she set it down and told him to eat it. he had taken some Ragweed herself, she felt better now too. ''Now are you bleeding or in pain?''. She hopped he would tell her soon and fall a sleep, she had to talk to Moonstar, an soon.

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[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Weedpaw limped painfully after the calico Medicine cat. His ribs felt cracked, and cuts ran across the length of his large body. He shuddered to think how scarred he would seem later, when the various wounds healed. He stretched his worn out limbs to freshen them and refrained from licking the blood off. Moonfeather needed to tell him how to proceed first. For now, his steps were jarred and tilted so as to keep his weight off his damaged left paw. It was not mangled but possibly broken; Moonfeather would confirm this later. The two travelled up path of the treacherous Iceriver, making sure they did not venture too near to its banks. The ginger apprentice had enough of swimming today; there would be no fresh-kill for him to triumphantly carry back to camp for a long while. He briefly wondered how he would train in his state, but decided not to dwell on such depressing matters. Instead, he plastered a happy grin on his face, as if that would lighten his mood. It did. “H-how much longer now?” his cracked voice asked. He was still shivering from the plunge into the icy waters and darted to and fro to catch the sun’s relaxing rays. At last, they crossed the rock marking the entrance of the camp and entered the cavernous site. Inside it was damp and dimly lit by a few holes dug through the ceiling. Drops of melted snow dripped through these openings, splashing Weedpaw’s already drenched fur. By the time they ducked into the Medicine cat’s den, he was plagued with fatigue from their trek back to camp. Wearily, he staggered onto a fresh bed of moss and lay there. Moonfeather vanished off to rummage through her supply of herbs. It took all of his remaining energy to keep his eyes open so he would be awake to consume the strengthening plants. Within moments, the calico form of the Medicine cat returned, approaching and brandishing a clump of greenery. Weedpaw didn’t even questions its purpose and hurriedly stuffed it into his gaping jaws. It was bitter and slightly minty; he suddenly felt a lot stronger and even raised himself up into a half crouch. He blinked gratefully at the tired she-cat. “Both. And thanks,” he replied tersely, wanting to conserve his diminished energy. He stretched a bit so the older cat could examine the cuts that adorned his body. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 402 Tags Moonfeather OoC Since Beckz is gone, maybe Moonstar dies?

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[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/14.jpg] The she-cat hopped the young tom wasn't hurt too bad, she hated it for a young cat like him self to be stuck in here for days which being able to play or do much really. She watched him chew up the herbs and look better just as instantly. ''Okay let me poke around'', Moonfeather sniffed, she could smell blood now that she focused, It seemed he had a few cuts. She also noticed his lungs were not enlarging as it should. Moonfeather knew his ribs must be broken or just cracked. ''This could hurt a bit'', She moved her Forward, her nose now poking at his side to see what she would do, plus she noticed how he was walking. Poor Weedpaw was hurt, but she could not show how nervous she felt right now. She moved on to the paw, and yes it was pretty bad, and broken, She decided to grab Comfrey and Cobwebs for the broken paw and for his ribs. Dried Oak Leaf To prevent infection for his cuts, and he should be good and able to fall asleep soon from the poppy seeds. Going back to get the herbs she hurried, she didn't want him to be in pain. But it took awhile to get the right amount. Coming back her mouth was full of leafs, flowers and Cobwebs. Setting them down she started to chew up the Dried Oak Leaf and started to place it anywhere that was scrapped, bleeding or that could get infected. The she started to slowly and carefully apply the Cobwebs and Comfrey on his paw and ribs, hopping they would heal enough in a few days. ''How do you feel now'', she was almost done, and hopped the tom was getting sleepy.

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[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Vague thoughts floated through the young apprentice’s mind. Visions of his terrified siblings and dreams of his dead parents plagued him. Afraid of these dark and dreary thoughts, he struggled to remain awake. He stumbled awkwardly to allow the calico she-cat to get a good look at his ribs. His blurred vision revealed none of his surroundings, just the darkness of the cavernous den. Weary, his legs buckled beneath him, and he crashed to the floor. Fortunately his landing was softened by a warm bed of moss, which tickled his underbelly. He managed to sit up and give his chest fur a few licks. “Nothing’s wrong, is there? Nothing you can’t mend?” he queried anxiously. He wondered about his training with Darkstar. He was so close to becoming a Warrior he was sure. He simply couldn’t allow this minor injury prevent his efforts! Shakily, he stood up and hobbled after her, only to collapse back down. Moonfeather was casting him anxious glances while she busily sorted through her stock of herbs. His leaden eyes scanned the rows of neatly stacked medicines. There were piles of poppy seeds scattered about, and freshly smelling catmint occupying one corner. There was marigold, daisy leaves, goldenrod… Then the medicine cat returned, laden with cobwebs and some pale pinkish flower the color of dawn, which he couldn’t identify. She obscured his view of the herbs, so he had no choice but to lie down and rest. Moonfeather worked efficiently, padding around to apply cobwebs to his various wounds. His eyelids fluttered with fatigue as she worked. He could barely concentrate his gaze onto hers. “F-f-fine,” he yawned, and plunged deep into sleep. ***** Weedpaw awoke, his vision still hazy and unclear. He blinked a few times and wondered how many sunrises had passed since he first slumbered. He rolled around a bit before heaving himself up. Another yawn befell his aching jaws, and his stomach growled with hunger. He licked his dry lips and searched for the medicine cat. As he stood up, he winced with the pain of his still mending ribs. “Moonfeather?” he called out. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 353 Tags Moonfeather OoC Yay for Day 2.

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[flighty]

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[atrb=background,http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb404/InfernoLarka/Darkstar2.png] Pawsteps silent, Darkstar swept into the den, whiskers twitching. "Oh, Weedpaw..." She sighed, calico pelt glossy and glittery. "What have you done to yourself now...?" She sat down beside her apprentice, tail sweeping around her forepaws as she cast her emerald gaze toward Moonfeather. "What are his injuries?" She asked, mind beginning to set back into motion, leaderly thoughts bouncing around inside her mind. She liked having her job to do. When she was working on leader things, her mind was nice and clear. It was when she was alone that her thoughts decided to sneak out and ambush her. Her mind was thorn-sharp at the moment, clear, smoky green eyes displaying this. Right at the moment, she needed to know how badly Weedpaw was hurt. She didn't want to have to keep him behind in his ceremony; he wouldn't enjoy it, and neither would she. He might be a bit clumsy sometimes, but he deserved to be a warrior. "So, my adventurous little apprentice, how'd you do it this time?" She asked, her tone lighthearted but thoughtful. She could think of a million ways he'd gotten himself in trouble... The small calico leader inhaled deeply, taking in the comforting scents of the herbs. She missed those other scents, though, of the herbs that grew in the marshy shadows of DarkClan. Zephyr had always had lots of those herbs. She missed the old tom. It'd been a dark day for the Clan when their old medicine cat had retired to the elder's den, and, later, died of greencough. The thoughts did not distract her mind this time, though. She could see that Moonfeather looked a bit troubled, and her ears pricked forward due to instinct, though she couldn't hear out of them. It was sheer beauty of the thing, really, that told her to move her ears. She didn't like having them sit on her head like useless sonar dishes. They could move, like a regular cat's, just not hear, so she would move them all she wanted. Her smoky gaze cut through Moonfeather's sharply, trying to figure out what bothered the medicine cat. Weedpaw wasn't that bad, was he? He seemed alright at the moment- unless he had some underlying sickness that Moonfeather had just discovered. Okay, now she was getting worried. FrostClan without her bubbly young apprentice was not really FrostClan at all! She stood and moved closer to her medicine cat, dropping her voice to a near-silent whisper. "He's alright, isn't he? Maybe we should slip into my den and you can tell me what's wrong." Her voice was soft and quiet, but she spoke quickly before returning to Weedpaw's side. She knew something was up, and she needed to know what, exactly, it was before something terribly horrible happened.

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[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/14.jpg] Moonfeather smiled at the small tom and smiled, he seemed worried about something. ''Nothing that a few day's rest wont fix''. She walked back to her herb stash and picked out a few cobwebs for the cuts on her own body, they weren't too bad, but they where cuts and needed looking after. She then walked back out only to find Darkstar looking over her apprentice. The she-cat smiled, in the way of pride for having such a good leader. But she seemed worried Moonfeather would reassure her though, that's what she was here for. ''Well a few cuts, scrapes, but he did hurt his paw, not broken though''. She walked over closer to the two and watched. Moonfetaherhad no idea if Darkstar was like a mom to him, but Moonfeather will never find out, she will never have kits, or anything close to that. Patients come patients go. That's how it works, well most of the time. ''he fell in the river where i was looking for herbs, I went in for him. But he is fine''. The she-cat sighed though and moved her tail back and forth, thinking about the omen. She had no idea what it meant really, she had no time to think about it yet. ''That would be alright with me. Like i said he is fine. Andum, ithas to do with.. Starclan.'' Moonfetaher whispered the last word, she did not want ever warrior listening and every one gossiping about something they did not even know. She waited now, waiting for her leader to lead the way. {sorry it took me forver, was museless then comp got a virus. but im here now ^^}

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[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] The ginger apprentice stared glumly at a fat beetle fluttering around at the edge of the den. It was a beautiful ultramarine with dapples of stormy gray and midnight upon its back. The glassy wings glinted with what little light filtered in through the chinks of the den. Sudden vibrations caused the miniscule insect to tremor. Someone else had entered the Medicine cat’s den. Weedpaw weakly turned to greet them and flinched as the last cat he wished to see ducked into the entrance. His large, amber eyes were wide with dismay as his gaze landed on a calico she-cat with piercing forest green eyes. He gulped at her disappointed expression. “Sorry, Darkstar,” he mumbled. Fortunately for him, his leader decided not to bother with him just yet. Instead, she swooped down upon Moonfeather, demanding to know how serious his injuries were. Watching the beautiful Medicine cat reply, Weedpaw winced with pain. He raised his scarred paws up to his face, assessing the damage. It wasn’t too bad. Healing scars lined his pelt and bruises speckled his body from head to tip of tail. If he moved too much, it would hurt. But that was all. Meanwhile, the equally calico Moonfeather approached the pair. Upon his bed of fresh moss, the golden apprentice marveled at how similar the two she-cats appeared. They could almost be siblings. The only thing that distinguished one from the other was their eye color. Darkstar had bright, emerald green eyes that seemed to sear through minds, while Moonfeather had lime-amber orbs that were soft and kind looking. However, at that moment, both she-cats seemed concerned and distressed over something. Alarmed, Weedpaw rose to his paws again. He stumbled over a loose stone below him before righting himself. Weedpaw stared at his leader in confusion, his muddled brain slowly processing her words. Carefully, he responded with, “I-I think I fell…” He swallowed nervously, amber eyes scrunched up in concentration. Oh how his head ached and his vision spun! “…into the Iceriver,” he finished in a whisper, shuddering as pain entered his body again. He returned to his pile of moss and awkwardly settled down. Once he was comfortable, he turned to Moonfeather as if asking for guidance. As if she realized his plea, she explained his predicament to Darkstar. Flashing a grateful look to her, he sighed and nestled down into his soft moss. The two females exchanged looks and began conversing a little. But the apprentice tuned out their drone of voices, willing himself to sleep. And yet somehow, in his vulnerable state, he probed his mind for the images of his siblings, and his long-dead parents. They were mere vague images floating through his brain. They were mostly ginger, resembling him almost perfectly. They were happy for once, humming to the rhythm of family life. A mother, a father, and their children, all happily gazing at one another and enjoying the company. It would be the last time that would happen. The next day would be the night of the full moon, where his father would perish during the battle. Next, his mother would fall to the curse of insanity, driven mad by how senseless her mate’s death was. The cozy family torn apart, his siblings would be the next to become prey to the tempting fate of this insanity. And since then, Weedpaw had never seen the four except in his nightmares. Weedpaw sneezed as a cold swept through him. His eyes were fogged up by sickness, but at least his memory of his family had been pushed aside and reforgotten. The young tom turned to see the two felines still chatting, although it was a serious discussion from what he could see. They were speaking in hushed voices but his pricked ears managed to catch one, highly significant word: “StarClan.” “What’s wrong!” he mewed in an alarmed way. Prophecies… omens… everything to do with StarClan that could possibly be horrid leaped into his mind. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 662 Tags Darkstar and Moonfeather OoC Finally done! Sorry about that.

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