HeatherClan ... A Clan of Skilled Runners {Open/Accepting Semi/Lit}

(Sorry everyone, internet has been down for a couple of days. I can't seem to get on to make posts. Grrr. Stupid cable company.)

After several days of being away, Heatherstar was finally back with Cinderpaw, soon to be a warrior, she'd been more then excellent on the journey, it wouldn't be long before she was a warrior. She shook out her fur and looked over at her long time crush, Pantherclaw. He was terrific on the mission too, so was Thistlepelt. She yawned, she was exhausted from the long trip. Some trouble had delayed them when a group of young cats decided to mess with them, but now they were home. "Pantherclaw, will you search for Russethaze and tell him we're home. Cinderpaw, go with him."

Starclan had been less then helpful, they hadn't shown themselves to her at all, and it was troubling. She blinked her eyes and shook her head, Best no let the others no just yet. Speak with one of the medicine cats. She looked to Thistlepelt and headed home quickly with him at her side. She entered camp and looked around her, things hadn't changed she was glad to see. Swiftly, she headed towards the medicine den and was halted by her apprentice.

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Gingerpaw fluffed up her pelt, she'd been off her feet since that day she'd gone to see Owlfeather. She hadn't talked to the tom since, avoiding him at every turn. The smell of her mentor hit the roof of her nose and she bounced up, walking fine on the paw she'd injured. She trotted out and spotted Heatherstar heading towards the medicine den. Although it looked urgent, Gingerpaw raced over to her and mewed, "When are we going training?" She asked.

She gasped as Heatherstar told her she had business to attend to first and she'd be back later. She shook her head and trotted towards Cinderpaw, glad to see the she-cat was back, "Hey Cinderpaw." She meowed and sat down beside the warrior aged apprentice. She blinked her eyes, "Did you meet Starclan?" She asked her boldly. She knew that no one was supposed to say what they saw or talked about with Starclan, but Cinderpaw wouldn't know that yet, would she?

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Heatherstar entered the medicine den and sat down slowly, blinking her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the abandoned mine. "Is there a medicine cat present?" She called warily. She was troubled greatly by not being able to contact Starclan, even after the journey, her touch with them was weaker and weaker. Is it not because I'm clan born? She thought.

Even on the way home, when Heatherstar had lost a life trying to save one of the young cats who'd messed with them on the trip, Starclan had not been there to send her home safely. She still felt the wounds even if they were healed and she had a new life. That was her fourth life, she only had three left, though she let the clan believe she had only lost three lives. She sighed, one day she'd have to tell them, but that day was not today. The only cats who knew were Russethaze, Owlfeather, and Hazelsong. Let's keep it that way. She grimaced as she waited on one of the medicine cats to speak with.