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Name; Tawnycloud
Age; 31 moons
Gender; Molly
Rank; Medicine cat
Tags; Wolfstar
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Tawnycloud watched from the comfort of nest as the sun rose, slowly enveloping the FeatherClan camp in the warm light of day. It seemed almost no one was awake at this hour, but the medicine cat had awoken as soon as the first light of the sun had begun to shine down on the camp. She sat in her den, a quiet wind brushing past her. Right now, it was just her and her thoughts.
The calico molly looked back to her large storage of medicinal herbs and sighed. Leaf-bare was coming, slowly but surely, and she would have to stock up on herbs, for some types of herbs might not grow or be harder to find thanks to the cold weather and chilly snow that would inevitably come with changing of seasons. It would be best to harvest dandelions, burdock root, and dock in the leaf-fall just to be safe...
But it's so lovely today. She thought, letting go of her troubles for the moment as she watched the reddish gold leaves dance about in the wind.
All of a sudden, the silent peace that surrounded Tawnycloud was broken by a yowl. The Medicine cat knew that sound anywhere. Wolfstar was calling a Clan meeting.
I wonder what for. The she-cat thought as she rose to her paws and made her way to the exit of her den. There was nothing special she could think of that could've prompted this, other than a possible warrior ceremony? No, not usually this early, and she didn't think any of the apprentices were quite there yet anyways. However, sure enough, Wolfstar stood waiting on the rock she always used for Clan meeting or announcements. Tawnycloud quietly padded to the high-rock, seeing that she was one of the first to appear. Nodding in respect to her leader, the molly sat attentively with her tail curled about her paws, curious as to what her leader would say.
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Name; Finchfeather
Age; 20 moons
Gender; Tom
Rank; Warrior
Tags; Wolfstar
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A flash of bright light. Finchfeather blinked, confused as to where it had come from. Then he realized that, standing in front of him, was Bluestream. His insides twisted and a look of grief flooded his face. He missed the beautiful she-cat more than he could ever express. If only he'd been there. If only he'd shown more feeling, she wouldn't have gone out and... and left him for StarClan. None of that mattered right now though. For right now, they were together once more. For right now, he would... A voice disturbed the peace. Slowly, Bluestream began to fade. Frantically, Finchfeather tried to keep her there, tried to stay asleep, but it was no use. His eyes opened. Lifting his head, he regarded the several sleeping warriors still within the den. Looking outside, he noted that the sun was just coming up. He slowly stood, before quietly making his way from the den, making sure not to step on any of the other sleeping cats.
As Finchfeather sleepily stalked into the middle of camp, he spotted Wolfstar standing on the highrock. Her call was likely the cause of the tom's awakening. It seemed that very few had responded to the call yet, but he did see Tawnycloud sitting near the front. The tortoiseshell tom slowly padded up to where his leader stood, dipping his head in hello, and sat to listen to whatever the molly said.