January 7, 2020 at 5:58 pm #4642
Wolfstar didn’t dream.
It was as if his mind had shut off as soon as he hit his nest. Ever since Goldenrose had moved to the nursery before the kits were born, he hadn’t slept well at all. Now, however, it seemed to have caught up with him. Wolfstar was 48 seasons old now, and he knew he would be close to becoming an elder if he weren’t leader. But the gray and white tom didn’t feel old one bit. His joints didn’t ache, his eyes didn’t get blurry, and he could hear as well as the youngest warrior. He had always wondered if that was due to the nine lives StarClan gave him.
When the WindClan leader finally woke, his blue eyes blinked open, squinting as he tried to make out his den. There was no light from outside. I must have slept through the whole evening! What would his Clan think of him now? They would surely agree he was old if he slept through a good chunk of the day. Grumbling to himself, Wolfstar stood up in his nest, wincing as a small twig poked at him. I should get one of the apprentices to change out my bedding.
Wolfstar swiveled his head to check how unkept he look, pleased to see his long fur wasn’t completely tangled from his nap. It had been a good sleep. He no longer had nightmares during the night either. Bringing a paw up to his muzzle, Wolfstar rasped his raspberry-pink tongue over it before smoothing down the fur behind his ears. The Clan was quiet in the camp. The drama from the previous gathering had finally died down, and he only heard the name Kass once or twice throughout the day.
Wolfstar stopped his grooming and stood up to stretch, loosening his muscles to prepare for a walk outside. He took a step forward.January 8, 2020 at 11:47 am #4644
…She took a step forward, and then another one, slowly and forcing with all her might. Her body felt tired, like it wanted her to just curl into her nest and dismiss the vision as some terrible nightmare, but she knew better than this and was determined to report to Wolfstar. Her paw touched the fallen snow, sinking gently into its chilly depths, encasing her creamy paw in a bed of white powder that shot a chill up her spine. The cold continued to reaffirm the message she had heard so clearly.
The medicine cat pushed her way across the camp and to her father’s den, pausing outside the entrance as she collected her breath. As she found the strength to enter, she was surprised to see he was just leaving, assuming he would have been bedding down for the night. Perhaps he had been resting until now…
“Wolfstar…” Nettlenose began in a slightly hoarse tone, swallowing as she tried to think of where she wanted to begin. Her form quivered every now and then, not consistent enough for shivers, her emerald eyes round and troubled. She cleared her throat and gave her head a shake, then her fluffy pelt, as if trying to clear her swirling mind. It felt like the birds were still flapping around in her head, muffling her thoughts.
“Father, I’ve got to speak with you. It’s urgent.” The medicine cat stated, looking over Wolfstar’s form. She wished she could seek his comfort most of all, to bury her nose into his coat and feel assurance, but her job as a healer came first, and she needed to warn the clan of what she had seen.January 8, 2020 at 2:27 pm #4645
Before he could take another step, Cremefur blocked his- Cremefur? Wolfstar had to blink a couple of times for his eyes to adjust to the figure in front of him. It wasn’t Cremefur, it was Nettlenose. Sometimes it shocked him at how much their daughter looked like his deceased mate. The last time he had seen her was when he lost his last two lives and she and their daughter, Blizzardfall, looked at him with worry in their gazes before he returned to his body. A small purr rumbled at the sight of Nettlenose, but it quickly died when he smelled fear-scent. Her voice was shaky, her eyes wide and troubled. Wolfstar flicked his tail and turned around to head deeper into his den, listening to her hesitant pawsteps follow him. Once he sat down, his blue eyes were rounded with concern. “What is it, Nettlenose? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
More than anything, he wanted to place his head on top of hers in comfort, and he could tell she craved the same. But he knew his daughter held the responsibility of medicine cat before the happiness of a daughter. Who died? Was what he wanted to ask, but he kept his jaws shut. Was it Goldenrose? One of their kits? Were any of them hurt? Breezekit was the most wild and got into things more than the other two. It wouldn’t have surprised Wolfstar to find out he got into trouble or hurt somehow. Wolfstar’s paws itched with anxiety, but he continued to stay silent as Nettlenose pulled herself together to tell him what was wrong.January 10, 2020 at 2:06 pm #4674
Nettlenose followed Wolfstar deeper into his den on silent paws, trying to think how she wanted to bring this up to him. She saw, her fluffy tail curling tightly around her paws as she raised her gaze to search his own expression. She could see the anticipation there, the worry, and it reminded her that she wasn’t doing a very good job of making her clanmates feel secure. The medicine cat swallowed, closing her eyes for a moment as she fought to suspend her own anxiety and fears, so she could converse normally.
“Just moments ago, I was tucking the herbs away for the night when I had a vision.” The she-cat revealed, recalling how she had taken a step and found herself in another world entirely, or so it had felt. “There were birds…so many ravens, Wolfstar.” She whispered, shaking her head as she forced any shakiness from her tone. “Something is coming. Something that will affect not only us but all the clans, all cats who follow our ways. This omen, Wolfstar…I am certain there is death.” Nettlenose spoke, her tone clear and confident in this horrible message.
She again found herself looking over her father’s face, trying to read what he made of this. “It was as if there was a storm made of these birds, black and screeching, they were so loud…” She continued, hoping painting him an image might help him. “What do you make of it all?“January 10, 2020 at 6:45 pm #4675
Wolfstar listened to his daughter without any interruptions, secretly thanking StarClan there weren’t any injuries or deaths. Yet… The WindClan leader tried to make sense of the omen Nettlenose experienced, narrowing his eyes with confusion. Ravens. A storm. What did this mean? “I…I don’t know,” he murmured. He tried to imagine himself in the vision, picturing a swarm of ravens screeching and attacking him. He shuddered. One thing, however, stood out in his mind, and he looked his daughter in the eyes. “You said it was a storm of birds, but a group of ravens isn’t called a storm. It’s called a murder.” Was this what StarClan was trying to say? Someone would be murdered?
Wolfstar let out a troubled sigh. “I don’t want to tell the Clan anything until we know more information. Hopefully, StarClan will send you another vision with more explanation.” The leader highly doubted they would, but what else was he to do? “If you think it’s something that will affect all the Clans, do you think I should tell the other leaders? Or you should tell the other medicine cats?” Anxiety tugged at his heart with the thought of having to travel around the territories to speak with the other leaders. Ever since the last gathering, he and Hollystar weren’t on the best of terms despite their long lasting friendship. He also had a feeling Wisteriastar wouldn’t be too pleased to see him after they tried to camp with ThunderClan during the flood, but Hollystar ordered them to split up and let all of WindClan stay. He blinked at Nettlenose to see what she thought.January 10, 2020 at 7:30 pm #4678
Nettlenose waited as patiently as she could to hear what Wolfstar made of the mess, but his response made her blood run cold. She felt the same chill she had experienced when she had the vision, the unbearable frigidness that was like ice itself. “A murder…?” The medicine cat echoed softly, her throat feeling dry as the words left her tongue. “That’s what its called…?” How extremely discomforting that was to hear. Death was not what they needed, never what they needed.
At her father’s question, she sighed, taking a moment to think it over. “I will certainly inform the other medicine cats of this at our next gathering, which is soon. I am certain that this is going to affect the other clans as badly as I fear it will Windclan, a heads up is only fair. Though whether you should tell them or their medicine cats should, I’m not sure. Is it safe to wait until the next gathering? One thing that was unclear from the vision alone was when this will all begin.” Nettlenose stated, her ear giving a soft flick.
“I’m worried, Wolfstar…” The she-cat trailed off softly. “I should speak to Startledcrow about this…“January 10, 2020 at 8:40 pm #4680
Wolfstar hesitated for a moment. “I want to handle this vision of yours carefully, Nettlenose. I don’t think bringing it up at a gathering will make everyone feel calm. It’ll create chaos and confusion since we don’t know what it means at all. I think you and I should go to the Clans and speak to the leaders alone about this omen. If what you say is true, that it will affect all of us, then the leaders have the right to know. They can decide whether to tell their Clans or not.” Wolfstar nodded his head, as if finalizing his decision and not wanting to argue. He knew he was doing the right thing by keeping it from his Clanmates until they knew what it would be about. Why freak everyone out?
When Nettlenose mentioned Startledcrow, he couldn’t help but cringe inside. “No need to worry him either,” he mumbled. “Unless you feel like you have to.” Wolfstar didn’t want to mention his suspicions about Startledcrow and Willowfur, and he especially didn’t want to be in a situation where he might have to be alone with the other tom. Ever since their last spat, they hadn’t spoken. He knew it was important for them to work together for the sake of their Clanmates, but Wolfstar found it impossible to get Startledcrow to talk. Not only that…but the thought of Willowfur possibly carrying Startledcrow’s kits made him fume with anger. He decided to let Nettlenose figure out whether to include him or not. “I want us to leave tomorrow morning. We will tell everyone you need to speak with the medicine cat’s about a new herb you found and I will be escorting you. Startledcrow will stay here.”January 12, 2020 at 12:40 pm #4688
Nettlenose wasn’t sure why she always felt mildly astounded at how wise of a leader Wolfstar was. What he said about mentioning it at a Gathering was completely true, the alarm would spread too quickly to handle among so many ears, who knew what would spread. The she-cat dipped her head in agreement. “Yes, you’re right about that. Telling the leaders directly, and privately, is likely the best move to be made.” That way, as Wolfstar said, the discussion about this nightmare of a vision would be more controlled.
The medicine cat glanced over her father’s face as she mentioned her apprentice, seeing as his expression turned sour, along with a hint of it in his tone. Despite him hiding his fathering of Willowfur’s kits, Nettlenose trusted Startledcrow completely, and found comfort in confiding in the tom. She was desperate for the opinion of another feline that felt Starclan’s connection on a closer wave, however if her father seemed so discouraged by the thought she wasn’t sure she would be able to make herself talk to him after all.
“Tomorrow morning it is then, just you and I.” The she-cat agreed, her tail swishing softly against the ground. Though she was still discomforted, talking to her father had managed to make her feel at least a little better. Perhaps they could catch wind of this omen quick enough to avoid much damage….
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