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The Prophecy The medicine cat of Summit Clan, Mistfall, has received a vision from Star Clan. A relentless and fierce storm raged on around the cats. Below them lay a sickening pool of blood that painted their paws a scarlet hue. As the storm continued to roar, stones were picked up by the strong winds and hurled about. A few hits would surely prove fatal. After a few moments, a member of Star Clan approached the medicine cat. “A storm is coming. One of stone and bloodshed.” Mistfall snapped her gaze to the starry cat with an expression of pure horror, “What do you mean? A fatal storm of stone? I don’t understand. This is unlikely anything I've seen before. Are you speaking of a clan? A natural disaster? War? There must be more to make sense of.” Against the medicine cat's wishes, the starry cat began to fade. “A storm of stone is soon to come, when it falls you must save the clans.” Before the medicine cat could reply, they woke with a jolt to the sun rising. Its light rays seeped through the bramble and leaf barriers that formed the den. How she desperately wished to have had a simple dream of munching on a plump mouse instead.

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  • Foxstar
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    Morning Vigil As the dawn arrived, Foxstar awoke from his night's rest. Like a number of warriors he woke with the sun and as the proud leader of Summit Clan he would look down upon the other rises that housed the various dens of the clan. He padded forth from his den hidden in a crevice of the cavern walls upon the highest rise in the clan. Across the cavern floor was the medicine cat's den and the open area just outside the cave's mouth was the gathering rise when he called for the clan's attention. He padded forth, stopping at the rise's edge to sit and look down. To the left on the second highest rise were the den of elders and the queen's den. He could see a few of the more recent elders had come out to bathe in the first rays of sun. Further down to the right was the den of warriors and the den of apprentices. The camp was heavily fortified by stone barriers and brambles around the outer edges of the lower two rises as to prevent easy access to the clan. The only two ways to enter were from above, which would result in a fatal fall, or from below, beyond the dens of the warriors and apprentices. The flow of the camp was ideal to defend with the cavern itself acting as an emergency den in case of heavy storms or enemy clans raiding the camp. Foxstar always admired how intelligent the leaders of the past were, to plan so accordingly, it was incredible.

    Not many moons ago Foxstar had been Foxear and he had rested with the other warriors in the dens below. Sometimes he missed the community of the warrior's den, but at the same time he didn't mind the privacy he had gained when becoming leader. He especially loved the view from the rise. From here one could see a majority of the clan's territory and it was certainly a sight to behold. Very few things truly inspired Foxstar these days, but the sight of dawn was one of those things. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the moment.
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    "I wonder what things will be like after I pass on the mantle..."

 
~Duckstream
~Location: Camp
~Interactions: Sootpaw & Snowtail ( DVationz DVationz )

Duckstream woke up early that morning as she had always done, wanting to be able to be able to go down to the stream without too much trouble. Today, however, she was on patrol duty with her young apprentice, Sootpaw. With a stretch, the she-cat rose from her own nest and padded to the prey pile to grab some breakfast, as patrols tended to go better on a full stomach.

“Good morning.” Duckstream greeted Snowtail as she went and grabbed her favourite food, a fish, from the prey pile. The she-cat didn’t really care for Snowtail’s methods, believing seduction was a rather manipulative practice, but she wasn’t one to judge or disrespect a clanmate. After all, a clanmate was a clanmate and she knew she was safe from her scheming. She would soon spot Sootpaw, sitting down near the pile.

“Bright and early, I see?” She questioned the tom with a smile. “While I appreciate you wanting to be prepared for the patrol, as someone who wakes up early, you might want to consider going to bed earlier as well. I can see the bags under your eyes from the other side of camp.” She commented playfully, although she was giving genuine advice.​
 
Ashclaw
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Feeling :: Refreshed
Located :: Camp
Interactions :: --

The large Tom slowly emerges from the warrior den, stretching out his back legs for a moment. He flexes his claws into the soft camp dirt, before peering around at the small group of clan mates that had awoken before him.
Sootpaw and Duckstream were near the prey pile, while Snowtail wasn't far off while she ate a mouse for breakfast. He ponders the thought of prey for a moment, before shaking off the idea. He hadn't worked up an appetite quite yet, as he usually hunts or patrols before eating.
Since he wasn't scheduled for the morning, he slowly pads over to a nearby basking rock, and lays on the cool stone. He sighs softly, his ember gaze watching silently.


Shortwhisker
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Feeling :: Groggy
Located :: Camp
Interactions :: --

Shortwhisker sighs heavily once he opens his emerald eyes, he had dreamt about his mothers death once again. He slowly sits up, twitching his whiskers as he blinks away sleep.
After a few moments, the small Tom gets to his paws and picks his way through the sleeping warriors and out into camp.
He squints for a moment, adjusting to the lighting. Shortwhisker looks around, spotting his brother basking nearby, Duckstream and Sootpaw near the prey pile, and Snowtail eating a mouse.
His stomach gnaws at him for a moment, but his paws stay in place. He didn't want to interact with anyone, it was early and he just couldn't muster the courage.
Perhaps I can just grab something without having to talk to them..
Taking a chance, Shortwhisker carefully picks his way towards the prey pile. He hesitates for a moment, before picking a shrew and quickly slinking away from the other cats.
Shortwhisker settles near the warrior den, in the cool morning shadows. He licks the shrew a few times before taking a careful bite.
He didn't enjoy being awkward and wanting to avoid his clanmates, yet he had no courage to attempt conversation, and when he is approached he often becomes awkward and uncomfortable, more often than not he will actually slink away from those who approach him.
His flattens his ears when he remembers he is scheduled for this morning, he enjoyed helping his clan but he was usually forced to interact with his clanmates during patrols and hunts. With a sigh he continues to eat his shrew, swallowing its soft flesh slowly.
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  • Snowtail
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    The Patrol Party

    As Snowtail ate Duckstream passed by, greeting her. "Morning to you too Duckstream." Snowtail was aware that her fellow warrior didn't agree with her methods, but she respected Snowtail nonetheless. Duckstream was another form of oddity in the clan. Foxstar had his unique pelt, Willowfrost had her personality, even her sister had her perfect memory. The clan was full of cats who stood out from the rest. Snowtail could only assume the other clans had their own "famous" cats as well, but her own clan certainly had some of the more memorable ones. As she finished her meal she got up and padded towards the secluded Shortwhisker.

    "Good morning Shortwhisker. Don't you ever get a little lonely eating on your own?" She sat in front of the tom and smiled. "Anyway, are you ready for patrolling duty?" He too was a peculiar cat in the clan. He often kept to himself and his brother didn't make much of an effort to comfort the sad looking cat. Snowtail didn't much care to make the tom feel better, but his depressive look made her uneasy as if she had to keep an eye on him. One way or another she'd get his attention and that was all she needed. "Come on, let's get the others and start the patrol."

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    "Whoever said looks were treacherous was right."

 
Duckstream
~Location: Camp
~Interactions: Sootpaw ( DVationz DVationz )

“Well, if you’re really that tired, I can always make an excuse for you not to go. I don’t want you on those cliffs if you’re as tired as you say you are.” Duckstream offered the young tom, slightly concerned for him. A tom had fallen and died not too long ago, and she didn’t want the same thing to happen to Sootpaw, especially as he was so young.

“And don’t worry about anybody being disappointed with you if you do decide to stay here and rest. I’m sure most of the blame will go to me and I can assure you that I’ll survive.” She assured him, in case that was the reason he still wanted to go even with his fatigue. And it was true that many would likely blame her rather than Sootpaw for him not going on patrol, as many cats liked to find some way to tear Duckstream down, whether it be because they don’t like her atheism or her paws or her affinity for water, they’ll find any little thing that could be linked to her and assign all the blame to her. But as stated, she had survived it before and she would happily go through it once again.​
 
Shortwhisker
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Feeling :: Uncomfortable
Located :: Camp
Interactions :: DVationz DVationz Approaching AlienLover AlienLover

Shortwhisker flattens his ears once he notices Snowtail, he slowly swallows his final bite of his shrew. "N-no, i actually enjoy eating alone." He meows carefully. This wasn't a lie, Shortwhisker felt most comfortable while he was alone, finding it peaceful and far less stressful.
"Y-yeah, okay." He meows, getting to his paws. Standing up, Shirtwhisker was only a hair larger than the she-cat, which in itself was incredibly embarrassing to him. His tail flicks slightly, looking over at Duckstream and Sootpaw as they chatted not far off.
He swallows his tongue for a moment, and carefully makes his way towards the pair.
Oh how he wished he could just hunt the day away, yet he understood his part to play in the clan, and he respected the order.
His ears twitch slightly once he focuses on Duckstream, many of the others treated her harshly for various reasons. While Shortwhisker wasn't treated badly, he understood what it can feel like to not belong.​
 
~Duckstream
~Location: Camp
~Interactions: Sootpaw & Shortwhisker ( DVationz DVationz & Tasteless Tasteless )


“Why, if it isn’t Shortwhisker! Good morning, I hope you rested better than my apprentice here. Are you prepared for the patrol today?” The she-cat asked the tom, turning to face him as he approached. It was unusual for the tom to initiate social interaction, so she tried to help with the burden by saying something first. Frankly, she was pleasantly surprised he’d come over himself.

“I’m just going to finish this and then I’ll be ready to head out. Can’t go on a patrol without a full stomach.” She stated, gesturing to the half eaten fish in front of her with her brown paw. “Would you care to sit and join us? I don’t know about you but I always appreciate the extra company.” Duckstream invited him, leaving him the option to say no if he so wished, as it wasn’t hard to tell he was more of an introvert than herself.​
 
Willowfrost stretched as she left the warriors den and approached the fresh kill pile. She smiled as she basked in the sun's rays. New leaf was probably her favourite time. Prey was running well, and the weather was just perfect for hunting and patrols. Willowfrost saw her clanmates around the fresh kill pile and smiled. She noticed Duckstream offering Shortwhisker company and immediately felt a surge of pride at her clanmate's comradery.

Suddenly, Willowfrost laughed. "Hey! Could you all not get up so early?" She purred. "Your not making me look very good as your clan deputy!" She went up to the fresh kill pile and picked up a vole. She turned to notice Ashclaw was basking by himself on a rock. Willowfrost padded up to him, and laid down her vole. She laid down next to him. "Hello, Ashclaw!" She greeted pleasantly. "I'm going to lead a sunhigh patrol later, I'd like you to come along!"

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Ashclaw
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Feeling :: Calm
Located :: Camp
Interactions :: Dontforgettograbastick Dontforgettograbastick

Ashclaw settles his gaze on Willowfrost, twitching his ears politely. "I'd love to, Willowfrost." He meows politely. He makes room on the basking rock for the she-cat, his dark pelt warm and shining against the sun that is gradually rising.
"How did you sleep?" He asks kindly, his ember gaze lands on his brother for a moment, registering his uncomfortable stance as he is forced to communicate with other clan mates.
He pushes his littermate out of his mind and turns his strong yet respectful gaze back onto the deputy, he respected the she-cat just as much as he respects Foxstar, and made that clear daily.

Shortwhisker
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Feeling :: Slightly Uncomfortable
Located :: Camp
Interactions :: AlienLover AlienLover

Shortwhisker almost flinches at Duckstreams sudden interest in him, and he carefully sits a respectful mouse length away. "As prepared as I'll ever be." He meows softly, only holding eye contact for a moment before averting his gaze to his dainty paws. He flicks his tail respectfully towards Willowfrost, avoiding the deputy's gaze cautiously.
Shortwhisker looks towards the clearly tired apprentice, and then to the fish at Duckstreams paws. He hadn't ever tried the fish she brought back, he always felt like they were hers and never wanted to step on her paws. Yet she was always kind to him, even though he rarely spoke when they did converse.
"Fish are good.." he meows, before flattening his ears for a moment. His pelt grows hot, Why did you say that.. the mentally scolds himself. You have never tried fish, you mouse brain! ​
 
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Willowfrost smiled fondly. She loved how respectful Ashclaw was towards her, and how much of an honourable warrior he was. "I must say, I slept like a rock! I didn't want to leave my nest!" She confessed, letting out another purr. She noticed Ashclaw's quick glance towards his brother. "Are you worried about Shortwhisker?" She wondered. It was true that Shortwhisker was always uncomfortable with socialising, but to her it seemed the cat was acting quieter than usual, Shortwhisker almost looked sad.

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~Duckstream
~Location: Camp
~Interactions: Shortwhisker ( Tasteless Tasteless & DVationz DVationz )

“That’s good. We need to all be prepared, which is why I’m wondering if maybe Sootpaw should stay in camp. I think he needs to rest some more, maybe discuss better sleeping strategies with the medicine cat.” Duckstream explained, glancing over at Sootpaw to see how he would feel staying behind.

“Oh really? You also like fish?” Admittedly, it was strange how the tom just blurted this out of no where, however, maybe he was simply excited about how great fish are? Because fish were pretty great, at least to Duckstream. They were criminally underrated as well, which was great because she could eat her favourite thing everyday. But since no one wanted them, they’d often go bad and Duckstream hated the waste of food. So finding someone else who also appreciated a tasty fish was always a wonderful thing. “You know, everyone’s always telling me how they don’t like the bones in fish, or the smell, or even the taste of it so I’m surprised you would actually like it.” She admitted to the calico. “Have you ever tried catching your own fish? Or do you just take them from the pile?” She asked, curious. Duckstream couldn’t recall ever seeing him fishing, but she hasn’t visited the stream as much since she became a mentor, so maybe he’s gone down while she was training with Sootpaw? Nonetheless, she was intrigued.​
 
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Mistfall | Interacting: Foxstar DVationz DVationz | Mentioned: N/A | Located: Medicine Cat Den/ High Rise
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Any normal day would have begun with the medicine cat hard at work. A bit of a meticulous feline, Mistfall found it in her best interest to log the quality and quantity of her herbal stash twice a day, if not more. However, due to the severity of a vision that she received during the night, the she-cat would neglect her average morning routine. Her quickened pulse settled as she allowed herself time to truly awaken. No matter how many visions the medicine cat experienced, they remained as vivid as ever. At times, it was difficult to distinguish dream from reality. After running her paw over her face a few times, Mistfall swiftly padded towards Foxstar's den.

Spotting the tom's intricate pelt at the edge of the high rise, Mistfall's tail flicked anxiously. Several tail lengths behind him, she would announce her presence, even though he would have sensed her long before. "Morning, Foxstar. I hope the night has left you well rested?" Closing the distance between them, she touched her nose to his in greeting. Allowing her gaze to fall over to the clan members that lingered below, a sigh escaped her lips. "I wish I could say I just came to see your handsome face." She teased sarcastically. "But, there is something dire we must discuss. A vision came to me last night. The clan may be in danger. A storm is to come, one of stone and bloodshed." [div class="Lines"][/div] Original Code by AgWordSmith (You are a goddess) [/div]
 

  • Foxstar
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    A Grave Situation As Foxstar enjoyed bathing in the rays of sunlight, Mistfall padded up to him and sat behind him. Foxstar turned to her in which she greeted him with a touch of the nose. As she teased the tom he chuckled, and then she continued. Dire news was always something Foxstar dreaded but accepted would be inevitable. "A storm of stone and blood... it certainly does sound dire. Surely you have some theories as to the specifics of this prophecy?" He pondered what it could mean himself, but quickly put it out of his mind for the time being as to not let his grim and obsessive tendencies run rampant in his mind. "Regardless the clan should know. I'll speak with Willowfrost about gathering the clan at sun high." Foxstar turned to look down upon the clan once more, this time thinking about what this dreaded news could mean for everyone who called the rises home. "For now we keep the prophecy in mind and try to learn more." He then turned again to Mistfall with an expression that was unreadable to most cats, but she was one of the few who could see through his calm visage and see that his own mind had begun a descent into obsessive curiosity. Already he was asking himself questions; what was this storm? How much blood would be spilled? Was it a warning? Was it a certainty that would have to be stopped? When would the tragedy come? All these grim thoughts blurring his mind momentarily before he snapped back to reality and got to his paws. "Thank you for telling me this Mistfall. I'll go find Willowfrost."

    As the tom descended the rises he couldn't help but to think more upon the subject. What sort of disaster was headed their way? A storm of stone and bloodshed. Surely an omen such as that was one to be taken seriously. Eventually he had entered the rise where the warriors were and spotted Willowfrost speaking with Ashclaw. He padded up to the pair and nodded to them in greeting. "Good morning Ashclaw, enjoying a sunbath I see." He smiled before turning his attention to his deputy. "I'd like you to notify the clan that we'll be having a meeting at sun high, that being said, I must speak with you privately." Matters such as these required a delicate attention to them and speaking of it openly could only start unwanted rumors. He trusted Ashclaw was not one to spread false words, but Foxstar wished to speak to Willowfrost about another matter as well of another importance. He nodded once more Ashclaw, this time in farewell, and began padding back toward the top rise of the camp knowing Willowfrost would be soon to follow.
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    "I wonder what things will be like after I pass on the mantle..."

 
Willowfrost
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Willowfrost quickly gulped down the last bite of her vole, she was a little dissappointed that she wouldn't be able to find out anything new about Shortwhisker, but there always was the patrol later. When she finished she said a quick goodbye to Ashclaw. "I'll see you later!" She called. She then quickly padded after Foxstar. "What's going on? Is there an issue?" She asked the leader. Curiosity was prickling her pelt, she doubted that anything was wrong. It was the middle of new leaf after all, what could go wrong? She decided that it might have something to do with the apprentices, were they due for an assessment? A constant stream of questions flooded her mind as she quickly followed after Foxstar.
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Ashclaw
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Feeling :: Calm
Located :: Camp
Interactions :: Dontforgettograbastick Dontforgettograbastick DVationz DVationz

Ashclaw sighs softly at the mention of his littermate, yet before the pair could discuss the matters, Foxstar approaches them.
Ashclaw dipped his head respectfully to their leader, yet instead of joining the conversation, Foxstar called for his deputy to join him privately.
Curiosity pricked at the Tom's belly, but he quickly pushed it away as he watched the pair slowly pad off.
Ashclaw rests his head on his paws obediently, letting his mind wander as the sun basks over his dark pelt.

Shortwhisker
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Feeling :: Slightly Uncomfortable
Located :: Camp
Interactions :: AlienLover AlienLover DVationz DVationz

Shortwhisker was relieved when he heard Snowtail call for the patrol, he looks towards Duckstream then towards Snowtail. He silently gets to his paws, and heads to join the waiting she-cat, while he didn't think a tired apprentice was a good idea to be on a patrol, it wasn't his apprentice so it wasn't his business to intervene.
The small Tom sighs again, Why am I so awkward with conversation... He scolds himself mentally, Fish are good.. you mouse brain you set yourself up for disaster every time. ​
 
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Halfstep
Location: Summit Clan Camp
Interactions: N/A​
Morning found Halfstep with Cedarpool's foot digging into her side as the tom shifted in his sleep. It was a normal occurrence - her brother having been a restless sleeper since they were kits - though one that was equally unappreciated. Without the responsibility of a morning patrol weighing upon her shoulders, the she-cat had been hoping for a few extra minutes of rest before starting her day. Ceaderpool's impromptu wake up call, however, had seen to the dashing of that desire, and it was with a half-hearted glower that Halfstep rose to her feet. Stepping over her brother's prone form and flicking Wasptail's ear with her tail as she went - despite their teasing of each other, Halfstep and her litter mates shared a close enough bond to sleep near one another in the warrior's den at night; indeed, waking to find Cedarpool sprawled over one of his siblings was a near-daily affair - the lithe tabby made her way to the den's entrance.

The morning light was harsh against her eyes when she stepped from the cliff's cover, the sun warming her fur where it touched. Content with the calm of the camp, Halfstep arched her back into a stretch, claws extending to scrape at the stone and dirt beneath her paws, before padding towards the camp's center. She noticed Ashclaw on her way and flicked her tail at the large tom in greeting. Had she not been so focused on her task - securing breakfast before her energetic apprentice made his appearance - she would have stopped to offer her clan mate a few words. Alas, Beepaw lived up to his name by buzzing around camp, and Halfstep knew better than to waste the few minutes to herself she had left. Selecting a mouse from the kill pile and nodding in acknowledgement to the patrol group, the she-cat settled for her morning meal, ears pricked for her apprentice to announce his presence and ever-eager to start their day.


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    Honeypaw's ear flicked as she slept, light just beginning to shine in the apprentices' den. She stirred for a moment, before her eyes slowly opened. The ginger she-cat let out a small, muffled whine, not yet ready to wake up. She could faintly hear her clanmates talking outside, but nothing discernible. Honeypaw looked around the den, noticing her brother still asleep next to her. She shifted away from him, then slowly rose to her paws; she took a moment to stretch her legs, before finally taking a few pawsteps out of the den. The familiar sight of Summit Clan's camp in the morning was soothing to her, as it always was. She blinked, the light suddenly very bright, but her eyes soon adjusted to it. The apprentice looked around, noticing some of her clanmates gathered together, while Foxstar padded off with Willowfrost. Odd, she thought, following the pair with her eyes for a moment, before returning her gaze to the others. Snowtail was gathering a patrol party, it seems...should she ask her mentor if she could join? Or simply stay where she was? Honeypaw shuffled her paws, looking back and forth between the patrol party and Foxstar, unable to decide.

    After a moment, Beepaw barreled past her, much to the she-cat's surprise. She stumbled on her paws, looking bewildered as her brother raced over to the Halfstep. Someone's eager, she noticed, flicking an ear.

 
~Duckstream
~Location: Camp
~Interactions: Shortwhisker, Sootpaw, & Snowtail ( Tasteless Tasteless & DVationz DVationz )

Duckstream nodded in agreement with the fellow she-cat, getting up from her seating position. Shortwhisker avoiding her questions and simply getting up, but she decided she'd simply ask again on the patrol. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too awfully awkward. Shortwhisker was antisocial and seemed to despise speaking, Sootpaw may be too sleepy and tired to talk during the patrol, and then Snowtail... Well, it was hard to say, really. She didn't think she'd ever had a genuine conversation or even small talk with her. Honestly, she wasn't sure Snowtail had done this with any other cat. But, again, she wasn't one to judge over trivial things. As long as she got the job done and wasn't going to betray the clan, it didn't really matter if she had empathy or actual emotions like almost every other cat in the clan.

"Alright, I'm gonna trust you, Sootpaw. I'm going to try to keep my eye on you, but I need you to stay alert and awake during the both the times I am and am not. We've had many accidents happen, we don't need anymore." She warned her apprentice, sternly, hoping she wouldn't regret this decision later on.​
 
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Mistfall | Interacting: Foxstar, Sootpaw DVationz DVationz | Mentioned: Duckstream AlienLover AlienLover | Located: Camp
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The medicine cat couldn't deny feeling a bit helpless as she held Foxstar's gaze. If only she had more to offer on the subject, to quell any worries or rampant curiosities coursing through his mind. "A natural disaster is at the top of my suspicions. The winds were frightfully strong within the vision." Of course, natural disasters were often inevitable. if that were the case, could they do much to avoid such a thing? "Understood." Bowing her head, she would allow him to pass her. Following him off the rise, Mistfall watched him pad towards Willowfrost with determination. As expected of her leader, he always kept his cool.

Striding back towards her den, Mistfall swiped a feathered morsel from the fresh kill pile. The intensity of the vision wasn't enough to chase away her appetite. The patrol was preparing to set off, and she briefly caught the last bits of conversation from Duckstream and Sootpaw. Hmmph. He's a determined one. They always are, until they make a mistake. He'll only endanger his clan with a lack of sleep. But, I guess I can give him props for trying. Letting an annoyed sigh escape her, she mentally cursed herself for not being able to simply let things be. Even if it was her duty, what drove her to go so overboard?

Abandoning her meal, Mistfall quickly wrapping up a leaf filled with sticky content. As the patrol made their way off, the medicine cat brushed up against Sootpaw to halt his motion. Dropping the small package in front of him, she mewed quietly, "Take a few laps of this honey before I force it down your throat. It'll give you energy. Don't let your mentor worry about you, alright?" Though her words were a bit scathing, her kindness was reflected in her gaze. [div class="Lines"][/div] Original Code by AgWordSmith (You are a goddess) [/div]
 
~Duckstream
~Location: Camp
~Interactions: Sootpaw & Mistfall ( DVationz DVationz & Violetti Violetti )

"Thank you, Mistfall. I was trying to convince him earlier he should stay behind or at least speak to you first, but he was very insistent so I appreciate you stepping in." Duckstream was grateful for the medicine cat stepping in, glancing at her apprentice with knowing eyes briefly before returning them back to her. While she thought that medicine cats were either liars or crazy whenever they discussed Starclan, she would always be thankful for their real and helpful knowledge. She'd only known one she didn't have any respect for, which was the previous medicine cat, who suggested cutting off the webs of her toes. Needless to say, he was one of the crazy ones in her opinion.

"Before I leave, I must ask, what were you discussing with Foxstar? Is he alright or was it just friendly chit-chat?" The she-cat asked her in a nonchalant manner. She had seen her coming from the direction of high-rise and could slightly smell her leader's scent on the she-cat. "I'm sure everything is fine but you know, I like making sure."

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    The Prophecy As his deputy caught up, Foxstar glanced to the she-cat and began speaking. "There is indeed an issue of sorts. Mistfall just informed me of a vision she received from Star Clan." As the pair padded up the rises, Foxstar's tone grew serious. "A storm of stone and bloodshed shall come and when it does we must stop it or all clans shall perish." Those weren't the exact words of the prophecy the medicine cat had passed on, but it was essentially the same message. "I wish to inform the clan as soon as is convenient. Sun high preferably, but I wanted to speak with you about the matter. Personally I have an apprentice in need of some more training. I've neglected Honeypaw these past few days and so I'm hoping she can catch up to her peers before long. I wish for you and Mistfall to pass on the news to the rest of the clan so that I can focus on Honeypaw's training." It was true that he hadn't taken Honeypaw out in several days, and although he had responsibility as leader to inform the clan, he had something else he wished to show his apprentice. "Would you mind doing this for me Willowfrost?"

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    "I wonder what things will be like after I pass on the mantle..."

 
Willowfrost
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Willowfrost felt immense concern as Foxstar told her of the prophecy, and she rapidly scraped her tail anxiously against the ground. A storm of stone and bloodshed? Was this some kind of natural disaster? Willowfrost dreaded to think of a storm capable of flinging around large stones and potentially killing cats. Or was the 'storm' referring to some kind of chaotic battle? Willowfrost growled slightly in frustration. "Why do Star Clan insist on making their prophecies so stupidly vague? When I'm a Star Clan cat, I'm going to tell the clans exactly what's going on!" Although she meant what she said, she said it in a joking manner as she tried to lighten the mood.

Willowfrost dipped her head after Foxstar had finished his request. "Of course! I will inform the clan of this news along with Mistfall, I'll begin the meeting when the current patrol comes back." She informed the leader.

Willowfrost reflected on how it did appear he had been neglecting Honeypaw, but she couldn't blame him as he had leadership duties to deal with. Really, Willowfrost wanted to cuff herself on the ear for not trying to mentor Honeypaw for him in his absence. Outwardly, however, Willowfrost grinned. "Don't worry about it too much, I'm sure with your skills, she'll catch up with the other apprentices in no time! I assume as she won't be at the meeting, you will inform her of the prophecy personally?" She inquired.
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    As Sootpaw lapped up the remaining viscous liquid, Mistfall's concerns were put to rest. As much as she didn't wish to interfere with the apprentice's training, she could faintly hear her mentor's mews nagging at her conscience. It was true that there would always be a part of Mistfall that envied the apprentices for their ability to become warriors. Still, her fate had been decided, and complaining would only bring distress and exhaustion to the feline. Turning to leave, her attention was caught by Duckstream. Holding her clanmate's gaze for a brief moment, she hesitated on whether to reveal the contents of the conversation or not. Surely it would come to light eventually.

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Stonetail, returning to camp.

The marble furred tom cat sauntered back into camp, late as always as he made his way towards the prey pile, his usual catch of three mice held in his mouth. His tail twitched every so often as he stumbled every few steps, hoping no one would stare too closely.
Gently, he dropped his catch down and turned back around, debating what to do next. His clumsiness had caused him to waste time yet again, so it was too late for another round of hunting - to him at least. It was unlikely any one was willing to tousle with him, as he often felt as if the other had an unfair advantage. He wasn’t too much of a fighter, after all.
His unfocused gaze narrowed slightly while Stonetail thought.
 
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