It was strange, strange having to suddenly teach a cat and so soon after her own mentor died. What would she tell Finchtuft? That she had no idea how to pass down knowledge, and had little time to do so with all the recent injuries? So, in the meantime, the brown tabby had been giving her things to help others, emotionally, and try and light hope back into the clan while she dealt with the recent cold outbreaks. And not only did she have to worry about that... But all the clans had received prophecies. One that made little sense, and hopefully they could ask about it today.
After making sure everything would hold down, and requesting that Greengale and Wingedheart could make sure of that. She'd entrusted so much faith in the two, and hopefully soon, she could in her own apprentice. Making two travel herb packs, before deciding that she could do without (and put the herbs back so others could use them), and the two headed out.
As they walked, Lilydawn had to lean against Finchtuft every now and then, and decided to take the time to share some herb knowledge, specifically on broken bones and sprains. With spring coming, an apprentice and kit boom was almost certain.
The two made it to the area first, surprisingly, before Lilydawn sat down outside and waited for the others. "I hope they aren't too late... I'd like to get this started Soon." She grumbled.
A litheibthe tabby, with white splotched by her neck and paws. She has pale blue eyes
The stocky she-cat had waited patiently outside of her still new den as Lilydawn prepared inside. She was lazily relaxed back and onto one of her haunches, her gaze blankly spread across the camp until her new mentor exited. Finchtuft hadn't minded the first few tasks she had been given to begin as an apprentice again. They were fairly simple, just check up on some of her clanmates, what she worried for was the challenges she'd soon face that she could actually mess up and make things worse. The thought of her clanmates lives in her paws was a scary one, but she'd deal with that when it was actually in front of her. Finchtuft still hadn't mastered picking up on others emotions so the stress Lilydawn was expressing went unnoticed by her as the two started the journey out. She did, at least, take note that her mentor assigned two knowledgeable cats to hold down the den while they would be away. She wouldn't have even thought of that even though it was quite important.
The white calico marched along with her big paws taking note of the way they traveled. This was the first time she'd made this trip and it would be her first time in this cave she'd been told about too. It would be a lie to say her nerves weren't tingling a bit, fluffing her pelt a bit more than usual. The short, but built feline was hardly bothered by Lilydawn leaning against her, it helped calm her a bit if anything. She did her best to pay attention and soak up the information being shared with her, but she had to admit there seemed like there was a ton to remember and it made it hard to focus. Hopefully they could chat about it again before she needed to put any of it into practice.
She slowed as they seemed to end their walk, her ears peaked and eyes carefully held on the place they'd arrived at. Her stubby tail flicked in response to Lilydawn, at least they were here first so all the cats wouldn't have to gawk at her when they arrived. She took a deep breath and shifted her weight to lock out her stance to wait for the other medicine cats. She guessed she'd have to learn these others cats names now, even though they weren't Ivyclan. She'd be seeing them more often so she might as well, maybe that would distract her from the unknown experience she was about to be thrown into.
Avatar Art made by Sabs! IvyClan: Finchtuft (MC) & Twitchwing MistClan: Hootswoop MothClan: Batstrike (Dep) & Sparrowlily RootClan: Claypaw Outsiders: Raptor (Rouge)
Miles away from the gathered Medicine Cats, Shadow was waiting apprehensively for something to happen - a prickle in his fur that had become hauntingly familiar arching through his body and keeping him, for the moment at least, horribly awake and aware of a strangeness in the air. He was a cat who has always believed his ancestors, of course - but in the distant way that most regular cats did. He certainty of their existence began and ended with the fact that one day he would join them, and that they were there to meddle only in the direst of circumstances. To find himself suddenly dogged with the likenesses of cat's long dead, to hear their voices again, and to have them actively trying to guide his paws into a new lifestyle was disturbing to say the least.
Still, perhaps more worrying was how quickly he was getting used to accepting it. He waited almost patiently, expectantly for the dreams to hit him. If only because, in hearing their words, at such an upheaval time in his tribe...no, his clan...gave hope to the others that they hadn't been abandoned. Everything was changing, but they, at least tangentially, would endure.
Still...he found himself waiting, with baited breath, for certain ancestors to reach out to him. He had been reached by several cats whom he remembered from his life, but none of them was his late mate. He was not sure if she was avoiding him to keep him from distraction, or - and this he hoped was not the case - that she had somehow abandoned him for some reason and did not wish to see him. But if there was one upside to this upheaval and disturbance in his life, it was the off chance that one day he could see Vine again.
That night, as he waited for sleep to suddenly take him to those strange cats with stars lining their fur, he found himself resting his head on his paws and waiting for the ancestors - even as his tail twitched with irritation at being kept...waiting.
Was this how Teller had felt for all their times? No wonder he had had such an...odd attitude. It was frustrating beyond belief.
Waiting a few moments longer as the others arrived, the medicine cat kept quiet while her ear twitched in annoyance. They arrived a bit late, and the group got to their paws before proceeding into the den. Lilydawn had some questions about this new clan she needed to ask, and especially questions on why the sickness hit. Was Starclan just punishing them for losing so many important cats? It was itching at the back of her mind as she tumbled around, herbs flying in every direction when she heard another cat sick or hurt. Or, perhaps, she was just overreacting.
Laying against the glowing stone, Lilydawn motioned for Finchtuft to follow the movement, since it was her apprentice's first meeting. "Go to sleep, and the dreams will come to you." The feline mumbled before letting out a sigh and drifting away.
Soon, she woke up in a heavenly world, blue dust glittering off every surface, the stars twinkling in the deceased forms, and a weight lifted off of her body. It wasn't easier for her to walk here, she was born with the issue and there was no point for it to be waived when it was something she was used to. Her messy. dirty pelt flickered in the starlit breeze, as she glanced around for any cats looking to tell them something. Otherwise, she could get a nap and head back to the clan, if they didn't have anything important to say.
A lithe light brown tabby, with white splotched by her neck and paws. She has pale blue eyes
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
While most of the action does center around our four clans, members are also permitted to make loners, rogues, and kittypets. You can also make both StarClan and Dark Forest characters.