Post by silverfang218 on Dec 9, 2017 0:59:19 GMT
Silverfang had missed out on the last Medicine Cat Gathering for a couple reasons; a warrior had fallen out of a tree and gotten hurt, though the tough warrior had recovered quickly afterwards, and she wanted to keep a close eye on a certain scrawny kitten that had returned to the clan the day prior to the last half moon; she had decided to stay behind to make sure everything was okay with both mentioned cats.
This time there were no such hold ups, and with leafbare settling in, the MistClan medicine cat was not about to miss this opportunity to speak to the other medicine cats and to StarClan. Silverfang had even left early to try and arrive before the other medicine cats. Since she missed the last medicine cat gathering, Silver hasn’t even really met or greeted the new MothClan medicine cat yet, not that the silvery she-cat was very familiar with Larkbeat either; it was so strange to Silver that she had been medicine cat the longest of any of them. It seemed like only yesterday that Froststar had led her, a young cat scared to death that she wasn’t ready, to the old cave they used to use to commune with their ancestors. Not that she wasn’t still a young cat scared to death that she isn’t ready for the responsibility of being medicine cat.
Silverfang gave herself entirely too long to get to the cave; even with her limp, the MistClan cat had arrived a good while before sunset. It was probably a good thing; this way the she-cat had a long while to rest before having to begin the trek home. Silver lays down near the mouth of the cave, breathing in the crisp leafbare air. Most clan cats hated leafbare and it was easy for Silverfang to see why- the lack of prey resulted in hunger being a constant companion for most all the cats while the cold also brought discomfort at best and disease at worst- yet Silver had always enjoyed the chilly season. Her long fur allowed her some armor against the bitter cold, and she loves the snow. The small snowflakes had given her so much joy as a young kitten; she had raced around their old camp, springing as high as her tiny kitten legs could propel her in order to grab at the falling white crystals.
Silver shifts so that her bad leg is lying straight out and that she is on her side. The silver she-cat tilts her head back to watch the sunset and wait for the first stars. Her ears, however, are waiting for the sound of the pawsteps of the other medicine cats.
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This time there were no such hold ups, and with leafbare settling in, the MistClan medicine cat was not about to miss this opportunity to speak to the other medicine cats and to StarClan. Silverfang had even left early to try and arrive before the other medicine cats. Since she missed the last medicine cat gathering, Silver hasn’t even really met or greeted the new MothClan medicine cat yet, not that the silvery she-cat was very familiar with Larkbeat either; it was so strange to Silver that she had been medicine cat the longest of any of them. It seemed like only yesterday that Froststar had led her, a young cat scared to death that she wasn’t ready, to the old cave they used to use to commune with their ancestors. Not that she wasn’t still a young cat scared to death that she isn’t ready for the responsibility of being medicine cat.
Silverfang gave herself entirely too long to get to the cave; even with her limp, the MistClan cat had arrived a good while before sunset. It was probably a good thing; this way the she-cat had a long while to rest before having to begin the trek home. Silver lays down near the mouth of the cave, breathing in the crisp leafbare air. Most clan cats hated leafbare and it was easy for Silverfang to see why- the lack of prey resulted in hunger being a constant companion for most all the cats while the cold also brought discomfort at best and disease at worst- yet Silver had always enjoyed the chilly season. Her long fur allowed her some armor against the bitter cold, and she loves the snow. The small snowflakes had given her so much joy as a young kitten; she had raced around their old camp, springing as high as her tiny kitten legs could propel her in order to grab at the falling white crystals.
Silver shifts so that her bad leg is lying straight out and that she is on her side. The silver she-cat tilts her head back to watch the sunset and wait for the first stars. Her ears, however, are waiting for the sound of the pawsteps of the other medicine cats.
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GnawingOnIce
Dofferz! !