IN ANOTHER LIFETIME [mc meeting]

[Fireflyglow]

Fireflypaw is by himself as he treks through the territories, his stomach growling from the lack of food that night. Every step was full of hesitation, his mind swirling with his confrontation with Skyclaw at the border. He doesn't wish to cause more damage than he already has, but something inside of him ached and longed to be close to Mothermouth in times like these. Times when he could see his sister again, his father, uncle, mother. Everyone he ever loved who was long gone, and yet in this world, he couldn't.

He pokes his head into the cave, blind blue eyes swiveling through the dark before the scent of water and rocks hits his nose. It is quiet in this holy place, and Fi finds comfort in it for once. There was no whisperings in his ears, no screaming in the distance. Only peaceful, solitary silence. He is the first to arrive, seating himself patiently to wait for the others to come. He had some information to share, if only this once. Something he'd learned on his own, he only hoped Dawnglare wouldn't smack him for almost wasting herbs .

The sound of pawsteps and soft whispering catches his attention, and Fireflypaw dips his head in welcome to the others as they arrive.

"You've come."

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SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 21 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Moonbeam]

It is both odd to be walking alone that night, no Ravensong or guards to walk with her and hold conversation with, but it's even more odd to see Fireflypaw here by himself when head breaches through the entrance. Though he clings onto some emotion it is not grief or sadness as she and others would have that night, so she must assume that Dawnglare is fine even if he wasn't here with his apprentice at the moment. She knows though that whether or not that was the truth information would be shared tonight.

"Hello." She'd offer the other as she moved in to her own position, ears pricked as she watched the others funnel in and offered them hello's as well as they did so.

She'd wait to speak as usual, unsure of where her place in these were and what exact information to share and when. There was much to inform the others about this meeting from RiverClan's side of things, and though she enjoys her time dreaming with StarClan she was also anxious to get back.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

• --
• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 12 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by none
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — His paws feel heavier than usual but he knows that he must get to the heart of Starclan and walks alongside Starlingheart as well as Dawnglare, he keeps silent deciding not to speak. The pale tom's ears lay flat against his skull with his gaze focused on his paws for a few heartbeats and he glances up when he sees that they're drawing near. The mass of fur slips into the familiar cave already noting the scent of Riverclan and Skyclan before he sees both Fireflypaw and Moonpaw, he dips his head briefly in a silent greeting. Snowy dipped paws take some steps until he settles into his usual spot before clearing his throat and parting his jaws to speak "Hello," He notices that Ravensong still wasn't present so the pale hesler assumes that Moonpaw remains alone and it makes him realize that she would need to bare the full name of a healer like he had when Berryheart had passed.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 55 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[cottonsprig]

They're not first, not like usual; while both she and Wolfsong are usually very dutiful, handing several cases of burns and smoke inhalation becomes heavy, even with the two of them. Not to mention Sunstar's... change and the loss of their son. It makes her uncomfortable, to not be at the Moonstone and waiting for the other Clans, but surely they would each understand. The fires raged tall enough for their bordering Clans to see, after all; they'd be fools to disregard.

"Thank you for your patience," she hums as she dips into the cavern. Due to arriving later, Cottonpaw does not notice that Dawnglare arrives separate from Fireflypaw. She does note that Moonpaw is alone - and so is Starlingheart. She opens her maw to ask but shuts it again, uncertain if she has the privilege to be curious about the missing bicolor tom. She says nothing more, slipping in beside Moonpaw.​

 

[Moonbeam]

As the others moved their way in, Moonpaw found herself looking towards them to offer a small dip of her head to each before tail wrapped neatly around paws. Before questions could begin about Ravensong's whereabouts or to potentially ask questions about what had been said at the gathering only half a moon prior she'd open her maw to speak, words chosen carefully as she tried to not let them spill out as she had done when she'd first found out. "Last meeting when dreaming with StarClan they sent me a sign that I've come to understand that Ravensong is not coming home. I didn't see him while dreaming, so whether he's just simply lost outside the territories or is dead and unable to reach StarClan is unknown but we can only hope for the former and that he's on his way home." Mouth felt dry as soon as she finished with this, eyes looking to each of them for a moment before a small sigh wracked through her. "In slightly less sad news, we had a kit with greencough recently but thanks to the help from Wolfsong and Cottonpaw she's healing well." And she was sure Shellkit couldn't wait to get out of her den and become an apprentice.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

• --
• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 12 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by none
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — He dips his head in the direction of Cottonpaw hoping that all is well within Windclan but shifts his gaze over to Moonpaw as she begins to speak about a sign given to her by Starclan that Ravensong would not be returning. He can feel his own mouth growing dry remembering when he had come to a few of the medicine cat meetings due to Berryheart being ill and then he had passed only continuing to make him travel alone with the Shadowclan healers but returned home to an empty den. A lonely one. He had been a full medicine cat recieving his full name from his fallen mentor yet Moonpaw doesn't even know if her own mentor is dead and if he is, he cannot connect with Starclan for whatever reason. A frown tugs at the sides of his mouth only to paw his jaws to speak out his sympathy knowing how that may feel "I see. I'm sorry for the loss of Ravensong but I'm happy to hear the kitten recovering from that sickness. It's an awful one..." There's a pause as his golden gaze focuses on Moonpaw once more wondering how she must be feeling right now and remembers their talk during the gathering, he stands from where he sits.

"Then we must carry out tradition," He briefly glances to the others and locks eyes with the red tom that had arrived with him, Gentlestorm turns his attention to Moonpaw once more and speaks after clearing his throat so his voice may be heard by all and Starclan itself, "Moonpaw. Is it your wish to continue upholding the ways of a medicine cat, soothing the wounds of your clanmates, and never letting your personal grievances get in the way of your duty?" The large tom locking his dark copper gaze with the honeyed one that belonged to the pale molly and awaits her answer knowing that it wouldn't be easy at first but just like him, he believes that she'll be able to blossom from this.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 55 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

​

 

[Moonbeam]

She watches for the reactions of the others around her, cats that she had come to trust over the last couple moons even if she didn't fully know them, even if they weren't clanmates. Eyes would look to Gentlestorm when he spoke his apologies for the loss and happiness for Shellkit to recover. She had thought that would be all and the clear look of shock that came to her face was evident by that when she watched as the large ThunderClanner stood up and moved towards her.

He spoke of tradition then, and she thought back to when Berryheart had died and Dawnglare had asked Gentlestorm - then Hailstorm - the same questions that were spilling from maw then and surrounding the apprentice. She hadn't known this was coming, that even without being fully trained so long as there was even a glimmer of hope that her mentor could live that she would still go through this and it brought an ache to her heart. It felt like the final closing of the chapter of Ravensong, his apprentice soon-to-be named full medicine cat of RiverClan despite not knowing all that she should, and still despite this, the words that came from her maw were confident - "It is." - For this is what she had been chosen for and what she had been asked then tasked to do once she had accepted, was it not?

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

• --
• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 12 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by none
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — He watches her face contorted with shock, his own chest aching when he must've looked the same when Dawnglare had beckoned him forward so that he would answer the same question. His snowy dipped paws guiding him in the direction of Moonpaw as it only takes a few strides until he stands before her, he ponders what she must be thinking in her head right now and if she thinks that everything's moving too quick as she's practically pushed into the newest chapter of her life. He does not know how well she would handle it but he has belief in her ability and devotion, that she'll do what she must and his ears twitch when her words slip from her maw with confidence. His gaze visibly softens for a few seconds then nods his head only to turn to the moonstone and opens his jaws to recite the rest of the words that he remembers from his own ceremony "I, Gentlestorm of Thunderclan, come before Starclan in Ravensong's stead to look upon this apprentice. She has trained well in the ways of a medicine cat and wishes to continue learning." A brief pause as he continues to take the sight of the stone before them and watches it glow bright, his ears angling forward.

His next words make him think of Berryheart and he wonders silently if he sees him now as he gets prepared to give the molly her true medicine cat name, he speaks in a clear voice as the sound of it begins to echo throughout the caves. "Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your true medicine cat name. Moonpaw, from this moment until your last, you will be known as Moonbeam." His nose pressing to her forehead gently for a heartbeat in silent congratulations only to pull away and continues, "So that you may shine brightly upon your clanmates even during what may seem like the darkest hour. So, that you may be their beacon of light and guide them. Starclan honors your devotion, faithfulness, and your golden heart." His mind thinks of the eclipse only to dip his helm after he finishes reciting the final words only to step back briefly so that the rest of the cats could look upon the newest medicine cat of Riverclan.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
• 
  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 55 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

​

 

[Starlingheart]

Starlingheart filters into the cavern behind Gentlestorm and Dawnglare, her expression and her movements subdued. Her lone eye still shines with the tears she had shed with Gentlestorm over her apprentices fate and she makes no effort to hide her grief as she dips her head in a quiet but respectful greeting towards the other medicine cats and then takes her place among them. The space next to her where Magpiepaw had once resided felt too empty, too vast but she tries not to let the distinct feeling of emptiness distract her from the moment at hand. Moonpaw's ceremony. It was a tragedy what happened to her. First Beesong and then Ravensong. RiverClan's medicine cat's seemed to be slowly encroaching on WindClan's record for how fast they rotated through them. Thus far, herself and Dawnglare held the most seniority (And hopefully that would not change anytime soon, lest ShadowClan be left without a healer)"Moonbeam" she echoes softly "That is a-a good name. You'll be a won-wonderful medicine cat, Im-I'm sure Ravensong would-would be proud" A ghost of a smile pulls at the corner of her lips but quickly falters, unable to stick in the wake of the news she must now deliver to the others.

"Im afraid I- I come today with- with some bad news" She takes a deep breath, shaky and uncertain as she closes her eye in preparation for the delivery. "Magpiepaw is gone" she says, voice quick in it's urgency to get it out before she breaks out into tears again. "Whether he is- whether he's alive or not still I-I dont know but- a-a monster- it veered off the thunderpath and hunted him down and its twoleg too-took him" She had never seen anything like it before. She squeezes her eye shut once again, raising a paw up to wipe away tears that stubbornly try to escape.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

• 
  
  
• 
  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTPAW AND GHOSTPAW.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[DAWNGLARE]

Fireflypaw was a presence he has long since gotten used to. A pity that only with words could his apprentice ever realize what is asked of him. No complex being would be the same day - in, day - out. At times, Dawnglare raised his head from the veil of sleep and wished only to smell pine and blood, only to see pale fur and sooty paws... Unecessarily so, there were two sets instead. Always Fireflypaw. Fireflypaw always.

Today, he had awoken in an unimpressive, empty nest. And it seemed that once again, the herb stores were not where they had been before. Impossible, this one.

Dawnglare yearned for Mothermouth. For warming familiarity to take him where no other place could. The presence of Gentlestorm and Starlingheart both is... foreign, and therefore easy to forget. He sets his sights to more important things... of which there were many. Practiced paws lead him easily to the glimmering cavern. It's a wonder tha the can hear his apprentice's subdued word, with all of the space Gentlestorm takes up. He would leave the tom's side at once to instead sniff at Fireflypaw's side. Moon - lit eyes rake him carefully. " All is well? " quietly asked, a word for Fireflypaw only. He could not care less, how anyone else was fairing.

RiverClan and WindClan are treated to a glower, both. He would almost rather the latter do not appear at all, but of course, that would be sacrilege. Not like WindClan has let that stop them before... Notably— or perhaps it wasn't— So - called "Moonpaw's" mentor was nowhere to be seen. Gone. Unimpressed, his eyes screw in their sockets. " Of course, " comes muttered. And then, that meant...

Gentlestorm is quick to follow. Some nerve, he's suddenly gained. Because courteous is what he was, Dawnglare watches with slanted eyes. Oh, Moonpaw. Opportunity be damned, Gentlestorm continues her name in the most loathsome of fashions. All that shine for someone who was nobody. A crystaline gaze sharpens onto ThunderClan's Medicine Cat. Yes, he supposes if Ravensong's presence was unknown, he could not name her himself... A pity, he may think, and yet his status with dubious already, with how eagerly "Moonpaw" was accepted.

He does not pay close attention. With Beesong long gone, now, he would not offer that same extension of his help he had to her mentor. Rather than pay mind to this dog in star's light, a claw trails the stony ground thoughtfully. His gaze lingers on Gentlestorm, and Gentlestorm alone. "I could have named you something lovely, you know, " he muses with a slight quirk of his lips. Crescent eyes betray the nature of such thoughts. Gentlestorm was a bit of a bore, wasn't it?

Two amongst them were missing. He hadn't noticed until ShadowClan made the mistake of speaking up— her little lookalike was no longer with her, then. His gaze veers to his own apprentice, still standing, of course. He withholds a self - delighted purr at the notion. He had lasted... some time. Yes, this was a loss. " Disappointing, " with honest word, he says. " The twoleg will care for him, though. "​