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- One moment, Fithir had tread through the endless forest of pines and spruce that had been her home for so many moons before; and in the next, she was padding through a vast field of green grasses she'd never dreamt of. Their long tendrils swept the air, waving in the slight breeze, their rustling being the only sound the ear could find. Otherwise, the atmosphere was stagnant, no other noise to fill the void. She glanced upwards, only to see a blank sky void of any color, not even the familiar blue. This was unusual ββ in fact, it wasn't even real. The she-cat was in a dream state she'd often entered throughout her lifetime. It was second-nature to her at that point, just another realm of the world she traversed. Nonetheless, it always brought with it an odd feeling. There was always a reason as to why she was in this dream.
Suddenly, there was movement ahead. The she-cat jumped, startled by the noise. It echoed in the dreamscape, the rustling of grasses becoming more overpowering and intense by the second. Just ahead of her, their tendrils swayed and parted, some creature weaving between. There was something or someone headed directly toward her, and all she was able to do was wait. Whatever it was couldn't possibly harm her in this realm either way, so it worried her little. Though, curiosity bubbled within her; why had the Ancestors brought her here, and why now?
A pale muzzle parted through the grasses, their nostrils flaring as they scented the air. Fithir felt her breath hitch in her throat, silent, as though hiding her presence. Then, the creature fully emerged; it was a tom, large and towering over her own self, with a muscular form hidden beneath a thick, dark pelt of fur. He turned his head from one side to the other, scanning the grasses, and giving the she-cat a view of the many scars littering his body. From the few nicks in his ears, to the long splice that traveled along his left font-leg to his shoulder, his very image revealed an entire story of the past. Whatever had given this tom his many marks, he now carried them throughout the rest of his lifetime.
Fithir shifted her gaze to his own, the tom's pale yellow orbs sweeping across the landscape. He was focused, perhaps in pursuit of some prey that he had scented on the breeze. He shifted slightly, thick tail dancing alongside the waving grasses. He lifted his chin slightly and parted his maw, allowing for the scents to better reach him. He seemed experienced, skilled at what he was to do. He had a plan, working itself within his calculative mind. She could almost see the thoughts racing through the innerworkings of his mind. The tom's gaze flicked, and though rather odd, Fithir's eyes met his own. She stiffened, her sweeping tail coming to a halt. His eyes bore deep into her own, swirling with unknown emotions. Can he see me? How could that be possible? How could he?
Within a sudden flash of light, the dream realm vanished. It was dark once more, empty; she was staring at the back of her eyelids. Blinking her eyes slowly, she began to wake from the strange vision ββ a premonition from the Ancestors, she had guessed. There was no other explanation as to how she was in such a place, one she'd never seen nor recognized before. But who was that tom, and how was she to find him? That was what the Ancestors wanted, wasn't it?
By sunrise, the molly was on her paws once more and treading through what she believed to be deep among the forest. She had been wandering alone for quite some time now, and through the few moons that it had been, she'd only ever walked among trees. A few clearings here and there were not uncommon, but there was nothing more to that, no large break in the landscape. After not long of her day's travels, however, there was an unusual light flooding through the trees ahead. She could almost dare to say that the treeline ended, there was an open space ahead. Intrigued, Fithir pushed forward. She'd never come this far before in her life, and her paws itched to feel something other than pineneedles underneath.
The forest broke into an open plain, and the sight caused the molly to gasp ββ it was exactly the same as from her dream, the endless fields of green wildgrasses waving at the occasional breeze. This was where the Ancestors had intended for her to go, their visions now finding their meaning. Would she discover that dark-furred tom among them as well? Despite the evident chill of leafbare, there was yet to be any layering of snow on the ground, and the grasses were as green as ever. The air was cool, but the scenery seemed just out of newleaf.
Without hesitance, the she-cat wandered into the maze of grasses, parting the patches as she traversed through. Eventually, she even managed to find a narrow path among them, the dirt scenting of various cats' scents that she couldn't recognize. They were evidently those using the path as a means to travel through the fields, hunting prey on their patrols. Perhaps this was where she was destined to go, where she was to meet that tom. Further she went, weaving through endless green, as the sun began to fall lower in the sky. Sooner than she expected, it rested along the horizon in a bed of clouds, the light in the sky quickly fading. Finding herself on the banks of a rushing river, she followed the path of sand until it connected again into the field of green. The air tasted of something new, something foreign; salty, perhaps?
Dusk had fallen upon the landscape, and darkness was quickly approaching. Fithir peered every which way with her pale blue eyes, scanning the environment that she had only just stumbled across. She began to hear a loud echoing of rushing water around her, something she'd never heard before. It pulled her onward ββ she was overwhelmingly curious as to what the source of that sound was. The ground underpaw became more rocky, littered in stones or pebbles of various shapes. There were even larger boulders unlike any she'd seen before, and in the final light of dusk, she could just make-out strange markings carved into the rock. How she wanted to study them further, but she knew that she must keep going along whatever path she was following. However, she paused at the sound of footsteps. Her entire form stiffened, and out of means of habit, she jumped into the grasses and crouched low to the ground. Their tendrils would mask her scent, and hide her pale white fur, from whatever creature lingered ahead.
It was him. It was the dark-furred tom, the one she recognized from her dream. He parted through the grasses, along some path that connected to the other, and padded further ahead. He passed Fithir as she huddled low to the ground, not even bothering to pause and scent the air. The she-cat's jaw parted in awe ββ she had found him, the tom the Ancestors sent her, and she hadn't even dared to speak to him! There was only one other option she had in mind, and she knew she had to follow him. He was headed somewhere, with a clear path in mind, his paws seeming to carry him along a familiar route. The she-cat padded from her hidingplace and back along the path, along the trail the tom had taken, and silently slunk behind him. He had gone long ahead of her, and so she followed his scent on the ground below.
Suddenly, the field of grasses came to an end. There, before her, was an edge that dropped into a great abyss of black. She carefully edged forward and peered below, only to find a churning ocean with its waves crashing against the rock. FIthir jumped at its great force ββ it was one of the greatest wonders of nature she'd ever seen before. Lowering her nose to the rock, she caught the scent of the tom once more and followed it as best as she could. It led her to a narrow ridge along the cliff, behind a rushing falls fed by the river she had followed before. Though her heart pounded with fear, there was a notion from within the molly that she knew she must go forth, find where that tom had gone to. Along her descent, her paws nearly slipped along the slick, wet rock. She dug her claws into the grooves, as though it would aid her, and continued onward. She only dared to take a breath once she had reached the end of the path, along the ridge just behind the waterfall, where a hollow opened into the face of the cliff. The tom's scent was strong along it, and so she followed.
There was a darkness like no other that she had experienced before. It enveloped her entirely, the air stagnant and not a sound to be heard. It was greatly alike the dream realm that she often entered, the only other sound of her own ββ her pounding heart, her low breaths, her pawsteps against the cool stone. She continued along the narrow passageway for what seemed like minutes, until a sound finally reached her ears; it sounded of water, like a drop, similar to rain against a pond. But this was a single drop, falling amongst a pool of water. How could there be water so far into this deep cave? It was like nothing she had experienced before.
She quickened her pace, desperate, wanting to tear-away from the darkness and from the narrowing walls of the tunnel. It suffocated her, nearly sending her into a state of panic. Would she ever find an end, she wondered. Had she gotten herself lost, among a neverending tunnel with its walls closing-in around her, crushing her?
Within seconds, she burst through the tunnel and into a large cavern. It was bright, almost too bright. The she-cat jolted backwards in surprise, blinking rapidly as a means to adjust to the light. There, before her, the cavern extended into a great hollow. Light flooded into the cave from a large gap in the ceiling, in which the large image of the moon shone above, centered with the opening. As Fithir scanned the space in awe, she only then noticed another pair of eyes on her ββ it was the tom. Meeting his yellow gaze, she could barely see the smile curling along his lips. "Come." He beckoned, with a swish of his tail. He lowered himself to crouch alongside the large pool of water that gathered underneath the gap in the ceiling. The she-cat did not hesitate, and as she padded forward, her eyes caught the perfect image of the moon and stars against the reflection of the pool, as flat and still as a mirror.
"Drink." The tom murmured, dipping his head low to the pool of water. He waited, watching from the corner of his eye as the she-cat lowered herself beside him. She never hesitated, not even struck by an ounce of fear. She felt safe in this space, as though she belonged. Together, the pair lapped the cool water with their tongues, and watched as the surface rippled in response. Fithir just barely caught the eye of the tom, before her vision went black, and she awoke again among a bed of stars. It was the starry dream-realm she so well recognized, one she'd visited countless times throughout her lifetime. The ancestors stood before the pair, in a gathered line, their pelts radiating with starlight. They smiled, and stepped-forward to greet them.
"Welcome back." Their voices echoed.
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CONSUMPTION.
β’ CreagClan consumes x1 trout.
STARS REQUEST
β’ Cairnstar requests a mother.
NOTES
β’ None this moon.
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HUNTING PATROLS
i. Cairnstar, Tawnyflare, & Mudmask.
BORDER PATROLS
i. Argyleskip, Breamcurl, & Mottleclaw.
HERB-GATHERING
i. Petrelpatch.
HUNTING PATROLS
i. Cairnstar, Tawnyflare, & Mudmask.
BORDER PATROLS
i. Argyleskip, Breamcurl, & Mottleclaw.
HERB-GATHERING
i. Petrelpatch.
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TRAINING
β’ None this moon.
MEDICAL
β’ None this moon.
OTHER
β’ None this moon.
TRAINING
β’ None this moon.
MEDICAL
β’ None this moon.
OTHER
β’ None this moon.
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DEPUTY
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DRUID
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DRUID'S APPRENTICE
namehere , ββ , 00 m
WARRIORS
Tawnyflare , β , 29 m
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Breamcurl , β , 37 m
Mottleclaw , β¨ , 43 m
APPRENTICES
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QUEENS
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KITS
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DEPUTY
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DRUID
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DRUID'S APPRENTICE
namehere , ββ , 00 m
WARRIORS
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Argyleskip , β , 66 m
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Mottleclaw , β¨ , 43 m
APPRENTICES
namehere , ββ , 00 m
QUEENS
namehere , ββ , 00 m
KITS
namehere , ββ , 00 m
- ALLIES
clan name, username
RIVALS
clan name, username
BORDERS
north; group , username
northeast ; CloudClan , FairyCharmed
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RELATIONS
name + name =
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TRAINING
mentor βΆ apprentice (#)
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DECEASED
name, age of death, cause
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PREY PILE
voles, 1 serving (2)
minnows, 1 serving (1)
rabbits, 2 servings (1)
perch, 2 servings (1)
trout, 3 servings (1)
gannets, 3 servings (0)
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HERB STOCK
bindweed, broken bones (1)
catmint, cures coughs (1)
cobwebs, stops bleeding (1)
dried oak leaves, infection (1)
goldenrod, wounds (1)
HERB STOCK
bindweed, broken bones (1)
catmint, cures coughs (1)
cobwebs, stops bleeding (1)
dried oak leaves, infection (1)
goldenrod, wounds (1)
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