Moonpool (Med cats only!)

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    ooc; Do you allow dead cats too? (Not nessecarily from StarClan but peaceful to the Clans)

    oceanpelt1999 thats funny are you from a diffrent riverclan because me and pinkleafstar come from riverclan to she is the medicine cat and i'm her apprentice

    Askele wrote:

    ooc; Do you allow dead cats too? (Not nessecarily from StarClan but peaceful to the Clans)

    ummm, are you a starcla like med cat? like dead med cat? because you could give one of us a proficy or some thing in are dreams,
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    oceanpelt1999 wrote:


    ooc: hey, can i join? I'll be a med cat from riverclan

    you have to be officlyy a med cat from riverclan,

    ooc; No, but StarClan medicine cats don't nessecarily have to give prophecies. Oh well, thanks anyway.

    Askele wrote:

    ooc; No, but StarClan medicine cats don't nessecarily have to give prophecies. Oh well, thanks anyway.

    no! you don't have to give a proficy, you can join!
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    mistfang wrote:


    um wait i can't be here? because i don't have a badge?

    oh yeah, I woild make that rule, but I don't know how to give some one a badge, so, no.

    ooc; xD Don't worry.
    I play a character called The White Cat, who wanders all skies and knows a lot about other clans and cultures. She is a turkish angora with green eyes.
    Shall we start?

    ooc; I'll start then.


    The White Cat stood at a high cliff above the Moonpool, her fur stirring in the bitter wind. Her eyes were a pair of emeralds, and she cast them down upon the shimmering pool. As always, dark times lay ahead. Life, even death, will never be peaceful. The White Cat awaited her disciples, the medicine cats, to come and dream with her.

    The White Cat narrowed her eyes, and put one paw over the cliff, then another, then another, until she was standing on air. She decended from the sky as if walking down an invisible staircase, dragging a long wispy tail behind her.

    The White Cat looked down at them, and kept walking until her paws touched the ground. She said nothing, and looked on. Her eyes indicated the Moonpool, as she waited. Visiting the living world was a tiring experience for a dead cat, so The White Cat preferred not to use her energy to speak. However, she did practice a lot, and could stay on the living world for much longer.