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A kick sends heavy snow to the ground with a light thump. The substance has covered the roof of her den, making scaling the Tallrock slippery and difficult, she often has to clean up before taking her place upon it. The last of Snakehiss’ hunting patrols had just returned to camp, their jaws mostly empty with zero prey to show for their efforts. Her stomach churns and she is plenty aware of the weight she has lost, betrayal has made her appetite-less, and when she could stomach the thought of food their pile laid empty.
It would be a cruel leaf-bare and with only two lives remaining she is reminded of her mortality. With each breath she grows closer to breathing in her last, her growing fragility is just another reason she is grateful Cottonpaw had enough steel to remain with her clan and not chase the pelt of her fleeing mentor. The clan would need her knowledge now, as limited as it may be.
”All cats old enough to race the moors gather beneath the Tallrock!” Her yowl sounds across the camp, unyielding to the biting wind’s that flew past their ears. She watches stilly as her clan abandons their tasks to pool around her, eyes flickering over to the thorny den of herbs awaiting for Cottonpaw’s head to rise from above it.
”WindClan needs a new medicine cat. Cottonpaw is prepared to fill that role.” Or at least she has to be. She turns to the blue and white she-cat. She was not due for her full name for many moons yet, but duty pulls and she must give into it. ”I, Sootstar, leader of WindClan look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to earn the knowledge and wisdom of a medicine cat and I commend her as a medicine cat in her turn.” A ceremony she has never had to give before, she has decided it to be indifferent from a warrior’s ceremony if not for the change of a few words.
”Cottonpaw, do you promise to guide and protect your clan, even at the cost of your life?” Even the same vow she must promise if Sootstar was to give her a full name, her ears perk with anticipation.
It would be a cruel leaf-bare and with only two lives remaining she is reminded of her mortality. With each breath she grows closer to breathing in her last, her growing fragility is just another reason she is grateful Cottonpaw had enough steel to remain with her clan and not chase the pelt of her fleeing mentor. The clan would need her knowledge now, as limited as it may be.
”All cats old enough to race the moors gather beneath the Tallrock!” Her yowl sounds across the camp, unyielding to the biting wind’s that flew past their ears. She watches stilly as her clan abandons their tasks to pool around her, eyes flickering over to the thorny den of herbs awaiting for Cottonpaw’s head to rise from above it.
”WindClan needs a new medicine cat. Cottonpaw is prepared to fill that role.” Or at least she has to be. She turns to the blue and white she-cat. She was not due for her full name for many moons yet, but duty pulls and she must give into it. ”I, Sootstar, leader of WindClan look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to earn the knowledge and wisdom of a medicine cat and I commend her as a medicine cat in her turn.” A ceremony she has never had to give before, she has decided it to be indifferent from a warrior’s ceremony if not for the change of a few words.
”Cottonpaw, do you promise to guide and protect your clan, even at the cost of your life?” Even the same vow she must promise if Sootstar was to give her a full name, her ears perk with anticipation.
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Soot․ Sootstar
» WindClan Leader
» She/her ․ Mate toWeaselclaw
» Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
» "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
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» Excels in quick, short moves.
» Fights to kill and maim
» Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
» May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing