Username: Zentropy
Cat Name: Mountainwhisper
Gender: AMAB
Rank: Medicine Cat | Cleric
Clan: Sableclan Age: 6 years, 4 moons
Prompt: The day started like all of the previous days in this little shack of a town, boring. Oh so boring and mundane, it was driving Mountainwhisper mad! Day in and day out, travelers would come through and try and trade or swindle him for his precious herbs. There was only so much he could take of it. That's when, as if sent from Starclan, a
strange traveler passed through and stopped in his shop. She didn't want to swindle him, she barely traded for anything at all, and spoke only what was necessary. She left through the door with nary a thank you, but for some reason Mountainwhisper couldn't get her out of his head. He is a firm believer in the omens of Starclan and this must mean something...but what?
The next day, Mountainwhisper asked all over town about this stranger. If anyone else had interacted with her, or even learned her name, anything that could give him a clue. His inquiries left him thirsty and so he made his way over to the local inn for a drink before heading home. Inside there is a board for jobs and requests, which for the most part remained untouched. Adventuring requires equipment, time, and is fraught with danger. No one in their right mind would want to do it unless they were crazy.
Crazy like a strange traveler! Mountainwhisper rushed up to the board, scanning for a job that would intrigue this mysterious cat. "Missing chicken" " Fix My Leaking Roof"...
Aha, a monster hunt quest, "Goblin Infestation, 10g Reward". The location mentioned a forest nearby, but it's much to dark to head out now. Mountainwhisper hurries home, what was he going to do once he finds her? It's not like he can fight with much more than a stick. Oh well, he'll figure that out once he gets there.
Dawn breaks over Mountainwhisper's small town and he starts packing his bag with the necessary items he thinks he'll need. A pawful of herbs, a canteen of water, his book of Starclan stories with his own written annotations, and his trusty walking stick. It's only a matter of minutes before he is walking along the path deeper into the forest, every muscle and sense working in overdrive as to not miss a single moment. Suddenly, a loud wail tears through the forest and the sound of a clash follows suit.
That must be her! Mountainwhisper moves a quickly as he can in the direction of the yowl, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. The trees open up into a glade, where a half dozen goblins have made their camp.
This cat must be crazy for picking a fight by herself with all these enemies! A screech sounds out above him, a beady eyed griffin is perched on a branch above him. It spotted him and must be warning of his approach.
No use in hiding now! Mountainwhisper charges at the closest goblin, who is already half charred from the first attack unleashed by the blue-eye cat. She is now fighting off two more with bursts of fire exploding out of her paws.
Magic, real magic. Mountainwhisper can barely believe his eyes, he always thought magic was a tall tale spun by the elders to keep kits entertained.
"Hey, stop gawking and do something!" A
unknown voice calls out, "Either swing that stick or go hide somewhere if you're just going to be in the way. And you! Milnirn, if you don't get your scaredy feather-butt down here and help I'll pluck you for dinner tonight!" Finally, a large black and white cat emerges from beneath a pile of what used to be a tent and charges back into the fray with a long sword in their teeth. The blue griffin gives a reluctant squawk and glides down to join in the chaos, swiping with it's bird claws and tripping up goblins with it's long tail.
Uhh, do something, do something... Mountainwhisper looks around, not wanting to get closer to the battle. The numbers are about even now, three goblins against two cats and a griffin, but Mountainwhisper could tell that the two won't last much longer, their exhaustion evident on their faces.
Reaching into his pack, he brings out the Starclan book, it's soft leather and embroidered stars giving him comfort. He looks up at the three goblins that now stand between him and the warriors, and holds out one paw.
If magic is real, then Starclan will help me now. "I call upon the power of the stars and banish those from the shadows to return to the darkness from where they belong!" Power, that's all that Mountainwhisper really remembers about that moment. Unfathomable power, yet strangely gentle and warm. Like the light of a candle flame in a small room, then darkness. From the perspective of the other two, this unassuming cat who just showed up to a known monster camp, suddenly blasted three goblins with radiant magic. It certainly was surprising, but the sly smile on Jaguarstar's face revealed to her companions just how important it was.
When Mountainwhisper awoke, he was tucked into a bedroll next to the fire. He leapt to his feet and desperately searched for his book. Upon feeling it still in his pack, he sighed and relaxed a little. "Hey, glad to see you up. Ya had me worried there for a moment, you've been asleep for a few hours now." The black and white molly greets him. "I'm Nightspark, and this -- gesturing to the griffin -- is Milnirn. Pleased to meetcha! Jaguarstar will be pleased to hear you're awake." Night spark leans in closer and whispers, "Just between you 'n me, she's real worried about ya, thought she might have dragged an innocent into a fight somehow and got ya killed. But now we both know that you are a bit more than meets the eye, eh?" She gives him a wink before drawing away, leaving Mountainwhisper to ponder over the events of the day.
Did he really just use magic? But that was Starclan right? A million thoughts whirl through his head and he's going to need answers soon. Though something else lingers inside as well. Pride. Pride at standing up and taking action, and possibly realizing his true course in life. Pursuing the evils and sending them back to the dark in the name of Starclan. Has a nice ring to it really.