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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 2, 2017 12:18:54 GMT -5
Many moons in the future, all the cats you have known and been familiar with have passed on to StarClan. Here is the tale of their predecessors.
Leader
Tawnystar -
A large calico she-cat with amber eyes that seem to see more than she lets on
Deputy
Birchleaf - A black tomcat with specks of white on his paws and the tip of his tail
Medicine Cat
Sagefeather -
A black she-cat with white spots that look like stars
Apprentice - Briarpool, a brown tom with thick fur
Warriors
Adderfang -
A brown tabby tom with fangs that stick out from his upper lip
Sparrowwind -
A light brown she-cat with yellow eyes, a slim build, and long legs
Apprentice - Nettle paw
Ivywhisker -
A white and grey she-cat with blue eyes and white whiskers
Cedarheart -
A silver tabby tom with amber eyes, a sturdy build, and a bushy tail
Toadstripe -
A dark grey tabby tom with blue eyes.
Queens
Snowbranch - A white she-cat with green eyes
Kits - Fernkit and Dovekit
Darkpetal - A dark grey tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Kits - Ravenkit and Greykit
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 4, 2017 9:10:22 GMT -5
ThunderClan
Leader
Maplestar - A calico she-cat with sharp green eyes
Deputy
Swifttail - A reddish brown tabby with long limbs and a whip-like tail
Medicine Cat
Cloudberry - An albino tom cat who is hard of hearing and sensitive to sunlight
Warriors
Gorsewind - A grey tom with green eyes
Apprentice - Bearpaw
Featherblossom - A grey she-cat with blue eyes
Oakfoot - A brown tom with white paws
Petalstripe - A brown tabby she-cat with green eyes
Apprentice - Volepaw
Cherrylight - A reddish brown she-cat with amber eyes
Apprentice - Sprucepaw
Queens
Robinlegs - A reddish brown she-cat with green eyes and slim legs
Ashflower - A grey she-cat with white specks that look like petals
Harebreeze - A light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes
Kits - Yarrowkit and Mothkit
Apprentices
Sprucepaw - A brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Bearpaw - A brown tom cat with black stripes and a white tail-tip
Volepaw - Dark grey tabby with green eyes and small paws
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 4, 2017 9:29:40 GMT -5
RiverClan
Leader
Silverstar - A silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes and sleek fur
Deputy
Troutstep - A grey tom with large paws and yellow eyes
Medicine Cat
Pebblespots - A stone-grey she-cat with darker spots and green eyes
Apprentice - Smokepaw
Warriors
Dawnwhisker - A blue grey she-cat with blue eyes and a white underbelly
Rippletail - A grey tom with jagged stripes on his tail
Poppyflight - A dark grey tabby tom with green eyes and a black snout
Apprentice - Cinderpaw
Thistlestream - A brown tom with blue eyes and a white tail-tip
Apprentice - Eelpaw
Nightpool - A black she-cat with white paws and amber eyes
Queens
Swandust - A white she-cat with grey specks and blue eyes
Kits - Ivykit and Oceankit
Maplebrook - A brown tabby she-cat with white paws
Kits - Aspenkit
Apprentices
Cinderpaw - A white she-cat with grey specks
Eelpaw - A black tom with a white underbelly and paws
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 4, 2017 9:45:48 GMT -5
WindClan
Leader
Hazelstar - A light brown tom with darker stripes, white paws, and a white underbelly
Deputy
Smokefeather - A black she-cat with blue eyes
Medicine Cat
Stonepool - A grey tom with white ears and blue eyes
Apprentice - Ivypaw
Warriors
Gooseleg - A brown tabby tom with a long tail
Spidertail - A black tom with long limbs and blue eyes
Ravenberry - A black she-cat with white paws and green eyes
Cherrybrook - A reddish brown tabby she-cat with white paws
Stormfall - A grey tom with yellow eyes and dark specks on his pelt
Queens
Plumbranch - A reddish brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Quietbreeze - A white and grey tabby she-cat
Kits - Gorsekit and Breezekit
Apprentices -
Mousepaw - A grey tom with bright green eyes
Willowpaw - A grey tabby she-cat with paw paw-tips
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 4, 2017 10:34:12 GMT -5
Chapter 1
Cedarheart yawned luxuriously, moonlight filtering into his den through the underbrush that surrounded it, casting curious shadows on his pelt. Quickly cleaning himself, he padded out of the den and into the camp where Birchleaf was waiting for him.
"You thought it was a good time to take an afternoon nap but ended up oversleeping, I presume?" he asked, flicking his tail with annoyance.
Cedarheart dipped his head in apology.
"I'm sorry, Birchleaf. I'm ready to go on patrol if you are."
The deputy flicked his tail once more.
"I don't mean to be so harsh on you, Cedarheart, but going on patrol with the deputy is an honor for such a young warrior. An honor you don't seem to recognize," he scolded, narrowing his eyes at the freshly named Cedarheart.
Not bothering to dip his head in apology, Cedarheart twitched his whiskers in amusement.
"You must think highly of yourself," he mewed slyly.
Birchleaf's fur bristled as he stood up.
"Watch your tongue, or you lose it. Let us be off," Birchleaf but hissed in reply, brushing his tail under Cedarheart's nose as he passed.
"If looks could kill," Cedarheart muttered under his breath as he followed his deputy out of the camp and into the pine forest ShadowClan cats called their home.
The two cats made their way to the border in silence, Cedarheart's nervousness overshadowed by his irritation. Why did Birchleaf have to be so pompous and strict? He had no idea why Tawnystar had picked him to be deputy. They were nothing alike. Tawnystar was humble and understanding, wise and clever. There must be something she saw in Birchleaf, but whatever it was was lost on Cedarheart. In any case, Cedarheart wasn't that much younger than Birchleaf. The deputy had been appointed at a young age, only about six moons after his warrior ceremony. Perhaps Tawnystar saw potential in him for growth, but couldn't he grow as a warrior, and not as a deputy? It was too important for a young cat to be learning on the job, at least that's what Cedarheart thought.
The way Birchleaf was treating him was completely unfair. He decided to speak up, padding forward so that they were in stride.
"I'm not a kit, you know," Cedarheart said, his whiskers back.
Birchleaf looked at him, his whiskers twitching as if he was amused.
"Whoever said you were?" he asked mirthfully. "Other than yourself, I mean."
Cedarheart's fur bristled in annoyance, but he fought to keep it flat.
"The way you're treating me would imply otherwise. You seem to think I'm much younger than you. Are you aware I am only two moons younger than you?"
Birchleaf's eyes narrowed, setting Cedarheart's fur on edge.
"If you are so old, then start acting like it. There is a reason you were made a warrior so late," he pointed out coldly.
"The only reason I was made a warrior so late was because my mentor died in battle. Plus, it actually seems I had thorough training, unlike other cats I know. If Tawnystar cared a wit about you or the Clan, she would know you're in no place to be deputy of the Clan," he hissed.
Flicking his tail wildly, Birchleaf stopped in his tracks, staring daggers at Cedarheart.
"You know nothing of what you speak. Who are you to criticize Tawnystar's decisions?" he countered.
Cedarheart bared his teeth, about to bite back a rebuttal before Birchfall's ears flicked, his expression changing.
"What's wrong?" Cedarheart meowed softly.
"Are your senses so dull you can't smell that? There's a group of ThunderClan cats, and a large one, coming this way," he hissed quietly. "Hide, we're going to ambush them."
Cedarheart sniffed the air, only to find that Birchleaf was right. It smelled like about four or five ThunderClan cats heading their way. He was so caught up in the argument he hadn't noticed.
"Follow me," Birchleaf mewed quietly, beckoning Cedarheart with his tail.
They sat in a small ravine, the underbrush tickling Cedarheart's nose as the blood pounded in his ears. He was close to Birchleaf, too close for comfort. He smelled like the forest after the rain, like rotten leaves. It was an unpleasant smell, Cedarheart told himself.
He scolded himself for drifting off and focused his senses back on the smell of ThunderClan cats approaching. He began to hear their pawsteps as they padded through the underbrush. Clumsy crowbrains! They had no idea where they were going or what they were doing, did they?
"Follow them," Birchleaf instructed as the sound of their pawsteps started to receded.
Cedarheart dipped his head in ackowledgement, following Birchleaf out the brambles, as well the scent of ThunderClan cats and sound of pawsteps, trying to stay downwind and keeping his steps light. He was fairly familiar with ShadowClan territory due to several patrols with both of his mentors, and he was confident in his ability to fight, but he was still nervous. They were outnumbered. If it came to a fight, he wasn't sure if they could win.
Cedarheart stepped on branch, snapping it under his paw.
"Who goes there?" one of the ThunderClan cats immediately hissed.
Without thinking, Cedarheart leapt out, blood pounding in his ears.
"I think that question is reserved for you, crowbrain," he bit back. "What are you doing on ShadowClan territory? Planning to raid us in the night? Can't ThunderClan cats hunt for themselves without being prey-stealers?"
"You presumptuous foxheart," one of them, Gorsewind, it seemed, hissed back. "You are the ones who are stealing our prey - "
"Gorsewind," another ThunderClan cat said, stepping out the brush and resting her tail soothingly on his back.
"Maplestar," Birchleaf gasped. "What are you doing here?"
The Clan leader narrowed her eyes.
"Attack them," she ordered.
Birchleaf fell back in surprise, ready to turn tail and run, but Cedarheart stayed put.
Gorsewind pounced on him immediately, and he was surrounded. Blood pounded in his ears, but his paws seemed to move of their own accord, his hind legs launching Gorsewind through the undergrowth as he bit Petalstripe's ear, tearing it. With a yelp, Petalstripe flinched, and Cedarheart used the opening to rake his claws along her cheek. Before he could follow through, he felt teeth sink into his flank, and he yowled in pain. Mice and prey skittered through the undergrowth at the sound. He was dragged backwards by Cherrylight as he struggled to free himself, but another cat landed on his stomach, raking their claws through.
Birchleaf jumped through the leaves pushing both the cats off Cedarheart and yelling at him to run.
"We have to warn Tawnystar," he hissed, as they pelted back through the forest.
"We'll lead them right to the Clan," continued Birchleaf, not even a little bit out of breath despite everything, "but it doesn't matter. We'll get there first, and we have to let them know ThunderClan is raiding us. They can't have the element of surprise."
Cedarheart was out of breath after fighting, his leg and stomach caked with blood. His insides seemed to be fine, thank StarClan, but everything stung, his skin seemed raw and every thistle felt like a fang sinking into him. He'd have to get to Sagefeather, and quick, if he didn't want his wounds to get worse. His fur prickled when he realized he'd been saved by Birchleaf, of all cats.
"Thank you," he bit out. "For saving me."
"What else should I have done? Left you to join StarClan at the hands of ThunderClan snakehearts? Not under my watch."
A wave of grudging admiration washed over Cedarheart as he realized that Birchleaf might not actually not be that bad of a cat, just prickly and harsh.
Panting, they finally made it back to camp.
"Head to Sagefeather, I'll get Tawnystar and we'll prepare our defenses," Birchleaf instructed.
Cedarheart dipped his head in acknowledgement, heading over to Sagefeather's den.
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 4, 2017 18:22:35 GMT -5
Cedarheart stepped into Sagefeather's den. The she-cat's eyes widened in shook as she took in the state of him.
"What were you doing that got you so hurt? You didn't start a fight, did you?"
Cedarheart shook his head in response.
"ThunderClan cats are heading towards the camp. They think we're stealing their prey, and they're out for blood," he explained.
Sagefeather's fur bristled.
"Snakehearts," she hissed, flicking her tail in anger, but she calmed herself moments later. "Let's see what I can do to help your wounds."
Cedarheart was lead over to a moss bed by Sagefeather, who gathered some cobwebs from her storage and spread them over his wounds.
"You're lucky these aren't worse," she said quietly. "These wounds could have been fatal."
Cedarheart contemplated Sagefeather as she worked. She was a very efficient worker, and she knew what she was doing. When she moved, she moved with grace and ease, moonlight filtering through the top of the den and illuminating her black pelt. She was the kind of cat that Cedarleaf would like, he thought, if she were not a medicine cat. Besides, he had more important things to worry about at this moment.
"Thank you," he purred as she finished dressing his wounds. "I don't know what I would have done if not for you."
"Let's see," Sagefeather began, "your wounds would have become infection, you would have fallen ill with fever, and probably died, knowing your usefulness with hurbs."
Cedarheart's whiskers twitched in amusement.
"Is that so?"
He didn't get to answer. He heard ThunderClan entering the camp, their stench polluting their normally peaceful camp.
"ThunderClan," he hissed. "You should hide, Sagefeather. Briarpool can tend to the warriors. He's been trained in battle more than you have."
Sagefeather's tail flicked in annoyance.
"I am not some queen to be taken care of," she said coldly, the bite of her words stinging Cedarleaf's pride, before he realized she was not his to protect in the first place. "I was not planning to throw myself into danger in the first place. I will tend to the warriors as they come to me."
"I'm sorry, Sagefeather," Cedarheart said, "I did not mean it like that. I was only concerned."
Sagefeather's gaze softened.
"I know you care for me, Cedarheart but you need not concern yourself. I am strong, and I can take care of myself."
Cedarheart's chest buzzed with admiration.
"I know you are," he purred, before rising to his paws.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sagefeather asked, blocking Cedarheart's exit.
"I'm going to fight with my Clan. I cannot sit here while they are hurt. This is my first battle, Sagefeather, and my wounds have been cleaned. I'll be fine."
"If you insist, but if you don't die out there, I'll find you and kill you myself," she replied, without malice.
Before she could change her mind, Cedarheart leapt out of the medicine cat den, scanning the area. Birchleaf and another cat were fighting, and he couldn't tell who. This was his chance to pay his debt to him, he realized as he knocked the other cat off, raking his claws down their face.
Startled, the ThunderClan cat kicked him off with his hind legs, tearing the cobweb. Cedarheart whimpered in pain, but rose back to his paws.
"Birchleaf, get his back, I'll keep him occupied," he told him, as he passed by, backing the other cat, who he realized was Goresewind, against a rock.
Gorsewind hissed and spat at him, fur bristling, but he knew couldn't fight against Cedarheart, being so much smaller than him. Once he was fully backed up against the rock, Birchleaf pounced upon his back, digging his teeth into his haunches and dragging him off his paws.
"Retreat!" Maplestar cried above the din of cats fighting.
Gorsewind scrambled to his feet and turned tail, pelting out of the reach of Birchleaf and Cedarheart. They chased him down, but they couldn't keep up.
"ThunderClan birdhearts! Running when the battle hasn't even begun," he yowled after them.
"That'll teach them to mess with us," Birchleaf scoffed.
"Got that right. I -, "
"Cedarheart!" he heard someone yowl, before he realized it was Sagefeather.
"Sagefeather," he called out, running towards the medicine den.
He pushed through the brush, where he saw Oakfoot, his jaws wrapped around her neck. He bit down, blood running down his maw.
"Sagefeather," he cried out, before turning to Oakfoot and pinning him down.
In size, they were equal, but in skill they were vastly different. Before Oakfoot could do anything, Cedarheart had his teeth around his throat. He bit down.
Sagefeather and Oakfoot were dead.
"A life for a life," he hissed, blood running down his neck.
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 4, 2017 19:59:36 GMT -5
Chapter 2
The sun was just rising over the tops of the pines as ShadowClan gathered to mourn Oakfoot and Sagefeather. Cedarheart's head was bowed as he thought of the night before. Grief settled in his heart like a stone. Sagefeather was gone, now with StarClan. She was really gone. He wouldn't see her until he traveled to StarClan himself, if they deemed him worthy. Tawnystar's words fell deaf upon his ears, but he caught the tail-end of them.
"Despite ThunderClan's transgressions, we still mourn their warriors as if they were our own," she continued, "and we appreciate Oakfoot's bravery and strength in battle -, "
"There is nothing brave about killing another cat, especially a medicine cat!" Cedarheart hissed. "Oakfoot was nothing but a snakeheart!"
Tawnystar's tail flicked as she ignored Cedarheart's protests, and she continued on. Cedarheart was deaf with rage, and he stormed out of camp. He needed to sink his claws into something. He brushed through the pines, claws digging ruts into the ground. Prey seemed to scatter where his pawsteps fell, and his tail whipped back and forth in annoyance. Hissing, he sunk his claws into the bark of a tree, dragging them down and reveling in the feeling of something against his claws.
The sound of pawsteps shook him from his rage, and he turned to see Birchleaf standing there, staring daggers into him.
"How dare you insult Tawnystar by interrupting her like that!" he hissed.
"She was excusing a killer, calling him brave for killing Sagefeather," he countered, fur bristling.
The nerve of Birchleaf, how could he think there was any reason Tawnystar could call someone like Oakfoot brave? There was nothing to appreciate about a cat like that.
"Perhaps you forgot, but you killed a cat as well. You killed Oakfoot, and no amount of rage or lust for revenge may excuse that."
"He deserved what he got. A life for a life is only fair, and what I did may not have been brave, but it was fair," he replied.
"Killing is never fair. Oakfoot was not yours to punish. That is our Clan leader's to decide, not yours," Birchleaf pointed out.
Cedarheart's tail lashed, but he had nothing else to say. Grudgingly, he admitted that Birchleaf may have a point. Perhaps he acted out of turn, but he would travel to StarClan himself before he admitted as much.
"I'll take your silence as agreement," Birchleaf finally said.
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 4, 2017 22:29:45 GMT -5
Cedarheart flicked his tail, but didn't deny Birchleaf's statement. He had no more words left to say, any wit he possessed ruined by his grief and anger.
"We should head back to camp," Birchleaf meowed softly. "I know you cared for Sagefeather, but she's gone now. You had your revenge. That should be more than enough. Now, you need to apologize to Tawnystar."
Cedarheartook a deep breath, flattening his prickling fur with his tongue. Birchleaf stepped forward to share tongues with him. He was surprised Birchleaf was showing him such a kind side of himself.
"Don't look at me as if I've turned into a mouse," he purred mirthfully. "I can be kind too. Just don't get used to it," he added, punctuating this sentence with a flick of his tail.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Cedarheart purred in reply. "Thank you. You're right, I shouldn't have killed Oakfoot. There is nothing I can do now, and only StarClan can forgive me for what I've done."
"Save your words for Tawnystar," Birchleaf replied, stepping away from him and running his paw behind one of his his ears. "It is not me you have to apologize to, after all."
"I still wouldn't call Oakfoot brave for killing a medicine cat, however," Cedarheart continued, "but I will apologize for what I have done, and for disrespecting my leader."
"Very well, then let's go," Birchleaf replied, rising to his paws and beckoning for him to follow with a flick of his tail. "For the record, I believe Oakfoot was very much in the wrong for killing Sagefeather. However, so were you. Mercy is more important than justice."
"You sound like a ThunderClan birdheart," Cedarheart replied, without malice.
"ThunderClan is right about some things," Birchleaf pointed out. "Taking in kittypets diversifies the Clan. Kits are stronger, and smarter. Mercy is more important than justice because....because...," he faltered, "it is simply wrong to kill other cats. It shows more strength. To show mercy over justice, that is. Revenge is easy. Forgiveness is not."
"Some cats do not deserve forgiveness," Cedarheart countered, pulling his whiskers back.
"All cats deserve forgiveness, if they are truly sorry for their actions. StarClan forgives all cats, as long as they show signs of wisdom and growth. Perhaps you should show signs of both before you going throwing yourself yourself so carelessly into battle like you did last night."
"You know nothing of me, Birchleaf," Cedarheart all but hissed. "Perhaps you should keep your mouth shut about matters you know nothing about."
"I thought you had hope for a minute, Cedarheart. It appears I was wrong. Apoloigze to Tawnystar, or don't. I'm not going to be there," Birchleaf replied icily, brushing past him as they entered the camp, not bothering to turn his head.
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 4, 2017 22:54:14 GMT -5
Tawnystar was sitting in her den, staring into a small pool of water that had started to gather from the rain. Cedarheart contemplated leaving her alone to her meditations, but thought back on Birchleaf's words and decided against it. He needed to apologize to Tawnystar. For one reason or another, he felt the need to prove himself to Birchleaf. He wanted to earn the cat's respect, in a grudging sort of manner. Why did he have to admire the cat so much? Why couldn't he just hate the pompous piece of crowfood? Shaking his head, Cedarheart brought himself back to the moment.
"Cedarheart, is there something you have to talk to me about?" Tawnystar inquired softly, looking at Cedarheart's reflection in the pool of water.
"I've come to apologize for interrupting you while you were mourning. I still do not think Oakfoot deserves flowery words, but I recognize I've done misstepped as well. Not just in interrupting you, but in taking another cat's life. Oakfoot may have been a mouseheart who did something despicable, but I should not have taken his life. It was not mine to take, just like Sagefeather's was not his," he finally managed, choosing his words carefully as he strode up to sit beside Tawnystar.
"It is very wise of you to recognize this, " Tawnystar replied. "You have killed a cat. I recommend you head to the Moonpool with Briarpool next new moon. However, this is not necessary, but speaking with StarClan may shed some light on your actions and grant you some wisdom that will be very useful to you in the coming moons."
Tawnystar seemed tense, tenser than usual, but Cedarheart knew that even if he asked, he would be brushed off. Tawnystar was young for a leader. Many cats had died from greencough the past Leafbare, leaving the youth to head most of the Clan. Tawnystar had changed vastly since she had received her nine lives. She used to be a fun-loving and calm deputy. Now her hackles always seemed to raised, an invisible weight resting upon her shoulders. Cedarheart wondered if it was simply the pressure of leading the Clan or something else. He also thought it very peculiar she wanted him to go to the Moonpool with Briarpool. Perhaps she had received some message from StarClan?
Cedarheart shook his head. These kind of thoughts lead nowhere. It was best to focus on the present. Important news would reveal itself in time, if it was any of Cedarheart's business.
"Is there something on your mind, Cedarheart?" Tawnystar asked softly, her voice gentle.
"Nothing," he replied quickly, before saying, "Well, yes. I was wondering why...," he faltered, contemplating on whether he should say what was really on his mind before deciding he didn't feel like not getting a straight, "...why you appointed Birchleaf as deputy when he was so young?"
Tawnystar purred briefly in amusement.
"You do not care for my choice of deputy, do you, Cedarheart? Well, even if you do not get along perfectly with Birchleaf, he possesses much wisdom and cleverness. He exemplifies what I want ShadowClan cats to be like. Level-headed, and forgiving. I want him to be a role model to the younger cats of this Clan."
Cedarheart twitched his whiskers in amusement.
"He is rather full of himself, yes," Tawnystar acknowledged. "However, he is still young. This kind of confidence is good for a deputy to have, and he will learn humbleness in time. As will you. Your pride holds you back rather than aids your growth. I suggest letting go of it."
"You know nothing of my pride," Cedarheart replied immediately, flicking his tail. "Confidence and pride are cats of a different breed. I know how to distinguish between the two."
"I would think long and hard on why you don't want to be more critical of yourself," Tawnystar replied. "Perhaps one day you will be deputy too. I see the potential in you, like I see the potential in all cats. But first, you must become a cat that others can look up to."
Cedarheart contemplated this. He certainly wanted other cats to look up to him, especially Birchleaf. He'd show him someday. Someday soon, too. Perhaps going to visit StarClan would give him some new wisdom. Something that would show him how to become better than Birchleaf.
"Go get some fresh-kill," Tawnystar told him, breaking him out of his reverie. "I see you are contemplating my words. That is good, but it best not to do that on an empty stomach, especially since you are still healing from your wounds. Now go. Let me rest."
"You act like an elder now, Tawnystar," Cedarheart observed quietly, but didn't argue.
He stepped out of the leader's den and padded towards the fresh-kill pile. The smell of fresh mouse stirred his stomach. He realized he hadn't eaten since he'd before he'd taken his afternoon nap the day before. Grabbing a mouse, he gratefully dug in, deciding he would go out and catch a couple of mice for the elders in return.
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 5, 2017 13:19:59 GMT -5
Chapter 3
The sun rose and fell without circumstance. Cedarheart had contemplated going to the Moonpool with Briarpool, Sagefeather's former apprentice, but he wasn't sure what to expect. He had never communicated with StarClan in any way before, but would be the last to admit he had his doubts to its existence. His loyalty to ShadowClan was unwavering, and so was his loyalty to his ancestors.
"I'm going to the Moonpool with you," Cedarheart announced, entering the medicine cat's den.
"Very well," Briarpool replied as he arranged his herbs. "This is my first time going without Sagefeather. I hope she will visit us while we're there."
"Me too," Cedarheart agreed, looking down. "Do you think she will?"
Briarpool flicked the tip of his tail.
"I don't presume to know the thoughts of the dead, or the living for that matter."
"Fair enough," Cedarheart replied, twitching his whiskers in amusement. "You don't have to be so serious, you know. It doesn't become you, Briarpool."
"I am in mourning. Sorry if my sense of humor is lacking," he responded dryly.
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