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Post by ``Rosestep on Jun 12, 2009 10:01:36 GMT -5
A dainty she-cat sat just outside the medicine cat den in a patch of warm sunlight, letting her fur soak in the warm glow. Rosestep sighed as she licked the much from her paw. It seemed like a cat could not go looking for herbs without having to wade through puddles up to her belly. They might as well just call themselves Cascadeclan, or so Rosestep felt. At least Leafbare is over. The medicine cat reminded herself. Fatigue from the lack of prey that Leafbare brought still hung over the camp a little, despite the warriors' best efforts of restocking the fresh-kill pile with new prey. Upon scouring all of the vile-tasting muck from her forepaw, Rosestep stood and arched her back, stretching out after sitting so long. She glanced around the camp. Everything seemed to be in order. Good. |
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Post by vixen on Jun 12, 2009 18:59:00 GMT -5
Out from the shadows of the Leader's Den came a small figure. The she-cat looked no larger than an apprentice, so it was an odd sight. But no, this particular feline was much older than most thought; 36 moons to be exact. Foxstar narrowed her eyes at the light contrast as she padded out of the dark den. The leader was out later than usual, but her pelt was being particularly pesky this morning, and she had never been in sight of others with a dirty appearance. Was she vain? No, actually, she simply took pride in her heritage as a clan cat, and wasn't about to walk about camp looking like a flee bitten rouge. Foxstar's scanned the camp thoughtfully, watching everyone go about their morning routine. Patrols were by the entrance, preparing to leave. Good. The apprentices were up and about, either waiting for their mentors or by the entrance with the rest of the patrols. Even the Elder's were sunning outside their den as they did almost every morning. The small MireClan leader nodded in approval. She had never liked change and loved to see things running as they always did.
Foxstar took a few moments to asses the sky. The weather looked to be good today, they shouldn't have much trouble with rain unless there was a surprise storm about to come. The bright ginger tabby stepped fully into the sunlight as if announcing to the clan that she was in fact awake. Dark brown eyes noticed a light tan she-cat out of the corner of her gaze. Foxstar immediately recognized her as Rosestep, MireClan's valued Medicine Cat. She trotted briskly over to her, making herself comfortable at her side. "Good morning, Rosestep." Foxstar meowed evenly. She was never one to show much emotion, so she looked rather dry in the eyes of others. However, if you get to know her she will open up more and you can sometimes tell how she is feeling. Toward acquaintances, though, the only emotion seen is anger. The relationship between leader and medicine cat was usually stronger than that, it had to be. Or at least, that was how Foxstar saw it. |
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Post by ``Rosestep on Jun 13, 2009 9:28:28 GMT -5
Rosestep caught sight of Mireclan's leader as she exited her den. The medicine cat allowed a small grin to cross her face as she took note of the size difference between Foxstar and the rest of the cats that age. Whoever misjudged this leader by her size would soon realize that she was sorely mistaken. Foxstar had the confidence and the skill to lead her clan that would make up for any size she lacked. For a moment, Rosestep felt a sense of pride. She was in Mireclan, and they would not fall to any muck problems just because it was New-Leaf. Especially with Foxstar as their leader. Just look at the way she made her entrance into the camp; perfectly groomed, devoid of dirt or burrs, proudly stepping into the sunlight with her head held high. Rosestep wished for the same confidence that her leader had.
"'Morning, Foxstar!" The medicine cat answered her leader's greeting, dipping her head in respect. "It looks like everybody's doing all right." She pointed out, trying to fill the silence between them. "I just wish all this annoying, dirty water would go away." She didn't say that she was afraid that it might end up being more than just annoying. If a cat were to drink it, it might be bad for them. Who knew what the two-legs put into this stuff. But the water would go away soon, so there was no sense in worrying about it right now. |
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Post by vixen on Jun 13, 2009 11:23:07 GMT -5
The MireClan leader listened to Rosestep's greetings, cheerful like always, and her comment on how the camp was running smoothly. It was true, actually, but Foxstar's mind was on other things: With the weather getting warmer, the few drinkable streams in MireClan territory would begin to dry up. It happened, usually, middle Newleaf or early Greenleaf, but the amount of water dried up depended on the intensity of the heat that summer, which varied. Dark brown eyes narrowed thoughtfully. It would be a good idea to put together a patrol to check the streams. They could see how much water was remaining every once and a while, reporting back to her with the results. Foxstar flexed her claws slightly, MireClan would have preferred the season Leaf-fall over all four. Although the prey was more scarce the temperature was cooler and their streams stayed in tact. Oh how frustrating the heat was.
The small ginger she-cat scanned the camp for Brokenrose, hoping she wasn't already out on a patrol. If Foxstar found her, she could order in the patrols now, without having to wait. She was more of a spur of the moment cat, after all. Every important matter should be taken care of as soon as possible, in her opinion. "Rosestep," Started Foxstar, "This... water issue. Have you any reason to think it will get any worse?" The leader assumed the Medicine Cat knew what she meant, and was referring to a message from StarClan. Hopefully this would end up being no big deal, MireClan didn't need such a weakness.
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Post by ``Rosestep on Jun 13, 2009 11:39:13 GMT -5
A water issue. That was a good way to put it. But they did have the same 'issue' every year at New-leaf. Rosestep figured the clan was just more wary of it because it had been a hard Leaf-bare. "Well, we see this every New-Leaf, so it's nothing unusual." Rosestep answered her leader. "As long as we make sure nobody tries to drink from the puddles, we should be okay. There's no reason that this season shouldn't be just like the rest."
She'd caught the hint about Starclan from her leader. She hadn't gotten any signs recently. "That is, I haven't heard anything." She added, clarifying that no, she hadn't heard anything from Starclan. No news is good news. She assured herself. She didn't need to worry about the water right now. As long as the streams still had water and the puddles didn't make any cats sick, their clan was perfectly all right. She reminded herself to stock up on some yarrow and chervil root in case cats got poisoned. The other question going through her mind was another uncomfortable thought. What would Mireclan do if the streams ran dry? She refrained from asking Foxstar that question right now, settling for talking about it some other time. She didn't want to scare anybody, and that was a question for private discussion. |
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