StarClan Awaits {Med. Cat: Sept '14}

[Grimace]

» C R O W F E A T H E R ; ; The FogClan medicine cat ascended the rocky hills, beaming with excitement for her new apprentice to meet the others and their ancestors. She hastily climbed, eager to see the beautiful cave again. She knew it would have Leafpaw in awe as nothing in FogClan's territory was this beautiful. Crowfeather reminisced on her first time seeing the cave, beautiful gemstones lining the insides and glowing under the half-moon's light. Crowfeather reached the mouth of the cave and immediately found her way to the emerald. She would always visit this stone, rubbing noses with its soft edges. She sat, patiently waiting for the others to arrive.

[Snivellus]

The mottled tom raced ahead of his mentor. This would be his first meeting with StarClan. It was a difficult climb for a SnowClan cat so used to walking on flat and clear ground and he was certain that he would have bruised pads by the end of it, but he was thrilled to be off his own territory for once. He burst into the cave, dazzled by all the stones and shimmering, so dazzled he almost didn't notice Crowfeather. "I would have thought StoneClan would get here first, and will it take AshClan very long I still haven't met their Medicine Cat." He commented to the black she-cat.  Sitting he tucked his tail over his paws trying to maintain some dignity after bursting through the cave entrance like a kit. Lemonade dax Iris @cascat

[dax]

Leafpaw

Leafpaw bounded after her mentor she did not realise how fast the medicine cat could travel, though she guessed that she knew the route well. It was her first major outing out of camp she was not used to the walking trying carefully to balance on the rocks she was having a hard time keeping up with Crowfeather. Once getting to the entrance of the cave she gave s hort sigh of relief, but her tiredness was soon forgotten looking up at the cave she noticed gemstones glinting in the light of Silverpelt.

The young FogClan she-cat sat beside her mentor she could not help but look around the cave each gem was as beautiful as the other then she looked to Crowfeather. The medicine cat seemed excited to be here, she realised how important this day would be for her. Some cats never got to see StarClan but she would be one of the few who would get to see her warrior ancestors.

[Iris]

Reedwhisker As he is sorting through herbs, one of his clanmates popped their heads inside his den and reminded him that he should be leaving already to the MoonCave. Alarmed, he thanks the cat and leaved the camp instantly. He was angry at himself for letting that happen, he a had gotten carried away and should've just waited til he came back. Beginning to leave camp, he was glad that traveling wasn't as far of a destination as it was for other cats. Reedwhisker heads off to the Cave in a fast pace. He always hopes that StarClan gives him good dreams and omens for his clan. He reaches the the rocky hills and climbs over them easily, he then begins to see the area. As he pads near the entrance, he notices Honeypool catching up to her apprentice and the familiar black cat inside. Reedwhisker also notices the two newer apprentices in here. Reedwhisker walks toward them "Hello." He greeted them. "What do you think of this place?" He asked in a cheerful way, thinking back to his first time visiting the beautiful cave.

[Lemonade]

Honeypool scuttled into the Mooncave with a tired huff, thinking once again- as she often did- that she would have to berate her apprentice for rushing ahead of her like that. Trying to maintain some classic SnowClan dignity, she nodded warmly to Crowfeather and smiled at the little apprentice beside her before settling beside Owlpaw, waiting for the others to arrive. "When everyone is here, we may begin," she reminded Owlpaw, partially for her own benefit. Sometimes even she was so excited by these half-moon gatherings that she could scarcely force herself to wait for the other medicine cats, who were occassionally more weary than she to get started.

For Honeypool, halfmoon gatherings were the only light that kept her on her paws during hard Leafbares like this one had been. She relished her walks with StarClan like she had come to play with old kithood friends. Her memories of StarClan, and her trust for them, were stronger than her feelings for any living cat. Newleaf should have been upon them by now, but Leafbare still had its hold on the clans, and Honeypool's clan particularly was suffering for it. She looked forward to being able to ask StarClan how long the snow would blanket their forests and hills.

As Reedwhisker padded into the cave, Honeypool glanced toward him and chirped out her greeting. "Running a little late, Reedwhisker?" She teased him a bit, hiding her malnourishment and exhaustion with a bright tone. The relationship between their clans was fair enough that she could be kind to him. "I was almost worried you wouldn't make it. I don't believe you met Owlpaw at the gathering." Her tail tip settled with familiarity on Owlpaw's shoulder.