She had been thinking a lot since her discussion with Icefeather. It seemed hadn’t been the only medicine cat with bad luck. Of course, she knew about her half sister’s disappearance, but she had not known about her first apprentice...her poor mentor. Maybe, just maybe, the third time would be the charm for her, as it was for Icefeather. Only problem was, StarClan was still absent. There was little chance she would receive any sort of sign, and that frightened her - what if she made a bad choice?
Oliveslip sat just outside the camp, delicately plucking stalks of chervil. The plant’s sweet scent was quite soothing, and she found herself taking her time to enjoy it, as well as the warm morning air. Oliveslip had not used thyme in over a week. It was a struggle; she found herself instinctively reaching behind her ear for a leaf, or turning towards the shelf they sat on, but she had refrained. Icefeather was right - there was a better outlet. She leaned down to smell a particularly leafy stalk, humming contently. This was...nice. She felt happier than she’d been in a while. Nothing was completely back to normal yet, but she was getting there.
Birds flittered overhead, and the small taupe tabby turned her head upwards to them. Ah, crows. Tasty creatures, but she still preferred frogs. As she moved to look back down to the chervil, her gaze flicked to a long branch, a single crow perched on it. And it was asleep. Tipping her head to one side, Oliveslip’s dark amber orbs fixed on the sleeping crow, pricking her oval-shaped ears. None of the other crows were acknowledging it, even though they were taking off. It just sat there, snoozing in the sunlight. What an...odd coincidence, right? Furrowing her brows, she looked back down to her work, finishing up quickly now. Only a few moments passed, yet Oliveslip couldn’t help but look back up to the branch. Her eyes widened. It was gone. She didn’t hear it take off...
Entering camp, she made a beeline for the medicine den, dropping the freshly-picked chervil stalks on their respective shelf, before hesitating in front of the meeting rock. What if she was wrong? No. She had to trust her gut, and her gut was telling her this time, it would be different. Adrenaline pumping through her, Oliveslip scaled the rock in a few short leaps, wide eyes nervously looking down at the other cats. “Um...S-ShadowClan, I-I have an uh, announcement to make.” Gulping, she prayed to StarClan for strength, and possibly a steady voice if they had one to spare. “Um, s-so I think I’ve received a sign...a sigh regarding a new m-medicine cat apprentice,” she meowed, a lick of uncertainty in her tone. Shaking out her fur, she continued, her voice a bit more optimistic now. “I-If StarClan wills it, and she accepts...the new medicine cat apprentice of ShadowClan will be Crowsleep.”
/ CROWSLEEP <3