Silverstar
Female, 2 Years, 2 Months. Tags : Dapplepool
Silverstar glanced around her. The ground felt like soft new moss, just harvested, under her toes, and there’s was a starry mouse across the field. Am I in StarClan? Goodness, if this is how dead cats get to live we live in a giant pile of Fox-Dung! She thought, half-jealous of the easy life her ancestors get. A Red-Brown Tom approached her. Vixenfur? Vixenfur was the Deputy before Silverstar - Silverwish then. He died in a horrendous battle where a mis-understood prophecy from Dapplepool - Dapplepaw then, led to almost half the clan invading the LeafClan camp. Vixenfur was the only loss, but that was because he defended Dapplepaw, his only surviving daughter, from being killed by a LeafClan warrior Silverstar had forgotten the name of. Vixenfur only stared blankly at Silverstar, as if she weren’t there. “ Heathertail! Have you seen Darkstar? I need to speak with her. “ He looked at the Gray Tom with a friendly gleam in his eyes. “ No. I think she was hunting with Tinyclaw, last I saw her. “ Heathertail replied. Vixenfur was about to say something when she woke up. What was the point of that?! She thought crossly. Silverstar smelled the scent of Windfur - and knew he must be here. Silverstar looked across the clea img as Dapplepool approached him.
Dapplepool
Female, 1 Year, 2 Months. Tags : Striketail, Sundapple, Nightscar
Dapplepool enjoyed the warm sensation of the newleaf sun on her pelt, and she saw Striketail, and Sundapple talking. Dapplepool enjoyed Sundapple, she was a nice cat. But she could never shake this feeling she got when she thought of Striketail. The feeling wasn’t bad at all - it.. comforted her in a way. As if she was looking at a close friend, or a littermate. Her thoughts were interrupted as Windfur entered the camp. She approached him. Windpelt dipped his head. “ Greeting, Dapplepool. I have come to ask you for some Catmint. Lightningstorm has a chest infection. ” Lightningstorm was Snowbush, and Ashberry’s son. He was a smug cat, like his father. “ I don’t have very many leaves left, but I will give you enough to treat one cat. Come back if you need more. “ She told Windpelt. As she padded back into the herb store, in the medicine den, and noticed Nightscar nervously fiddling his paws like an apprentice that has been praised for the first time. She grabbed the healthiest looking Leaves, padded out of the den, and gave them to Windpelt. “ You should go, before you scare the kits out of their fur! “ She joked. Windpelt chuckled a bit, grabbed the leaves and went on his way. I do hope I made a good impression on LeafClan. I don’t want them killing another member of my family trying to save me. Pictures of her father, Vixenfur’s gashed throat made her want to vomit. She felt quite queasy, and laid down in her nest, in the medicine cat den, and drifted off to sleep.