Post by KingHarry on Oct 14, 2019 20:15:57 GMT
Evening has descended upon MothClan's camp when the medicine cat, Palesun, finally stopped skulking in the shadows of his den. It wasn't that he enjoyed keeping to the dim light of his den (though, he could not deny that he found the lack of company to be delightful), but rather that the sun was quick to burn his fragile skin, even during the cold days that they now found themselves in. To Palesun, leaf-bare could not come sooner. He welcomed the shortened days for they gave him greater freedom in when he could wander his territory.
He would need an apprentice by newleaf, he idly thought as he made his way to the fresh kill pile and plucked a plump squirrel from the top of it. Once the days grew long again, he would be forced to risk constant discomfort if he did not find somebody else to take over his duties during the day. Herb gathering, at least, could still be done at night. Palesun may have despised his role as medicine cat - hated how it made his family see him as weak, and how it forced him to interact with his clanmates - but he still took his duties somewhat seriously. Besides, he needed those herbs in case his allies were hurt - allies like Tansysong and, more recently, Eveningstar.
Or, should that be the Dark Forest spirit that inhabited Eveningstar's body?
The Dark Forest had been home to Palesun for a long time. He remembered his first trip there as a runty kit - how he had marvelled at the lack of sun and found freedom in the shadows. In a way, it was like he was made for the place. The tom mulled this concept over in his head as he took his meal in his mouth and leapt onto a rock, settling onto the top of it so he could observe his clan while he ate. 'Eveningstar's' rule was no so bad, he decided. Yes, it was stricter, but the harshness was going to make them more powerful. Mothstar himself would have approved of this, no? From what he had heard, that old bag of bones had been obsessed with the idea of being the strongest.
While he continued to think of the topic, Palesun began to eat. With every mouthful. blood dripped down his translucent, white fur and stained it red - all the while his tail flicking from side to side, warning any cat that may approach him to think twice before doing so.
He would need an apprentice by newleaf, he idly thought as he made his way to the fresh kill pile and plucked a plump squirrel from the top of it. Once the days grew long again, he would be forced to risk constant discomfort if he did not find somebody else to take over his duties during the day. Herb gathering, at least, could still be done at night. Palesun may have despised his role as medicine cat - hated how it made his family see him as weak, and how it forced him to interact with his clanmates - but he still took his duties somewhat seriously. Besides, he needed those herbs in case his allies were hurt - allies like Tansysong and, more recently, Eveningstar.
Or, should that be the Dark Forest spirit that inhabited Eveningstar's body?
The Dark Forest had been home to Palesun for a long time. He remembered his first trip there as a runty kit - how he had marvelled at the lack of sun and found freedom in the shadows. In a way, it was like he was made for the place. The tom mulled this concept over in his head as he took his meal in his mouth and leapt onto a rock, settling onto the top of it so he could observe his clan while he ate. 'Eveningstar's' rule was no so bad, he decided. Yes, it was stricter, but the harshness was going to make them more powerful. Mothstar himself would have approved of this, no? From what he had heard, that old bag of bones had been obsessed with the idea of being the strongest.
While he continued to think of the topic, Palesun began to eat. With every mouthful. blood dripped down his translucent, white fur and stained it red - all the while his tail flicking from side to side, warning any cat that may approach him to think twice before doing so.