[ti]Private[/ti]Hopes and Dreams

[M'Lady]

Whitecliff was only a little bit nervous about doing this. Usually it was his sister that gave Starclan signs, Ashlark. Well, actually, her signs were more deathly omens. Many cats had died from the sickness she had prophesied, including himself. Enough was enough, and so they gave Whitecliff the opportunity to visit the Mothclan medicine cat. If Ashlark was the premonition of punishment, he supposed in this situation, he'd be a harbinger of hope. 

It was an odd feeling, walking into another cat's dreams. It took him a moment to find the right one, and soon the grassy plains of Starclan's fields gave way to the hardpacked dirt of some sort of path. He was walking along it, and soon came across a she-cat. The scent was prominently Mothclan, and that must mean that she was the medcine cat he was looking for her. He strode closer, close enough that he'd catch her gaze. But before she could say anything, Whitepaw surprising spoke first. 

"We told you there'd be an illness." He spoke, and then paused in his words. His ears flicked back, as a roaring noise from far away came closer, and closer, and there it was! A long monster, spitting smoke and moving fast, tore down the tracks he knew were in Mothclan territory, closer to the Twoleg nests. Wind whipped around the cats, ruffling their fur and causing eyes to squeeze shut. Oh, what would Ashlark do at a moment like this? She always did love a bit of dramatic flair. He willed for himself to move, and Whitecliff vanished. When the monster had passed, he was revealed to be on the other side of the tracks. He took a few steps, towards the many plants that littered that side. Finally, he stopped, a specific one between his paws. It had wide, emerald green leaves, with thin, lanky stems. At the tops were flowers. The centers were a dusky brown, and thin, very thin, yellow petals spread out from them. He rose his gaze to Cedarleap, his cold blue eyes identical to the ones that had given her an omen of death. 

"Now, I'm telling you there's a cure." 

[GnawingOnIce]

Cedarleap had been having trouble sleeping for quite a few nights.
She had been thinking non-stop about a cure for the deadly illness, redcough.
She had almost no hope left, but kept on telling herself that the illness couldn't go on forever.
There had to be a cure.
It had to exist.
She eventually fell asleep and woke up in.. Starclan's fields?
The small cat looked around, confused.
She could barely see over the tall grass.
There was a path that she found, it was all soil.
On the other side were plants, she went over and looked at them.
Before she could reach them, a Starclan came over to her, and told her that they said there'd be an illness.
"Yes, you did. And you certainly didn't lie."
The ground beneath her paws trembled, and a huge monster appeared, going straight for the two cats.
Cedarleap scrambled out of it's path, her heart beating fast because she knew she couldn't run well.
After the monster had vanished, the tom was on the other side of the path, next to a plant that had yellow flowers blooming from it.
She came over and examined the plant, she had never seen it before.
"Now, I'm telling you there's a cure."
Her gaze jerked to him, eyes widening in shock.
This plant was the cure for redcough!
Her heart lifted, and her hope was restored.
She made sure to leave an image of the leaves and it's yellow flowers in her mind.
"This plant, what is it called? And where can I find it? At least give me it's location!"

[M'Lady]

She was... Very excitable. Though, he supposed that any cat desperately searching to help their clan would be. Whitecliff wasn't used to speaking this much to a cat he didn't know, no wonder why they sent Ashlark to do these things! He let out a soft sigh, steeling himself to continue this omen just as the medicine cat started to ask him questions.

"We call it elfdock," He told her softly, placing a paw by the bases of the stems. "It's healing properties are in the roots." The tom continued, his voice low and smooth as honey, with a lyrical undertone that was quite like the prominent mischief in his sister's voice. When she asked where it was, a small smile came to the Starclan cat's face, as he looked back and forth across the train tracks. "I've already shown you, haven't I?" His sister would be proud of him, talking like this. His voice was often only heard by her. His smile soon turned grim, however.

"But be quick, little medicine cat. The herbs will be of no use to you if they dry out too much, and time is scarce for your clanmates."

[GnawingOnIce]

Cedarleap listened carefully as the Starclan cat explained the plant, it's location, and it's healing properties.
She kept her smile throughout his explanation, she was still very excited that there was a cure.
'The plant was called Elfdock, it could heal the cat's sick with redcough using it's roots.', she took a mental note.
She recognized the thunder trails that ran through her Clan's territory.
This was perfect! Luckily she didn't have to go far away from the Clan's territories to find this herb.
The tom warned her to be quick, because the flowers could dry out quickly.
"I will! Thank you!"