Posts by cmf25

Dappledpaw pushed himself off the tree as the cat came to join him on the ground. So this cat had been doing nothing, but watching the camp from a farther distance. That was a smart idea. He hated dogs. They smelled and looked rather odd.

Oops, he'd forgotten that he was out alone. What should he say? Dapplepdaw had been caught off guard by the question, and his facial expression displayed that. "I was err, umm hunting!" While the statement wasn't far from the truth he'd only been doing that as a cover up for his sneaking out of camp. He wanted to make sure his sister was alright in RiverClan. He couldn't wait any longer for the gathering.

A slender black and white patched she-cat calmly padded into the den. She was young and at the age of an apprentice. Her mouth was cramped with various herbs to be sorted and stocked. Though the numerous strong scents from the powerful herbs nearly gaged her, she could hear and feel the presence of other cats. Her blood pulsed and heart started beating faster. Excitement swelled in her chest. A new case, a new chance to prove herself and her talents. Swiftly the she-cat set down her large bundle and pushed them to the side. Keeping a calm and straight face she proceed to to her evaluation of the pair.

Stone blue eyes looked over each cat in turn. Though she truly hated to see sickness befall her clan mates it gave her something to do. Her mentor, Clovertail never seemed to be around much now days. The male cat Firefoot seemed to need the most care first. cuts criss-crossed all over his limbs and muzzle, a fight perhaps had caused these. Before the apprentice could treat them, she need to know how they had earned these injuries.

The white patches in her fut strongly resembled those of clouds. The name with something 'cloud' in it seemed very appropriate for the elegant she-cat. No, her name was Dreampaw, Clovertail's medicine cat apprentice, and she proudly bore her title as being one.

"So what happened to you two? Border fight? Perhaps some bad hunting in some brambles and thorns hidden in the gorse?" Dreampaw's tone was polite and quizzical. Her voice was melodious like the songs of the night in greenleaf.

Dreampaw left the medicine store of herbs and came to sit behind her mentor. This would be a great learning opportunity for her. The black and white patched she-cat had finished her chores. She'd sorted and inventoried all of their supplies. She'd made a list of the herbs that would need stocking soon. She'd been about to tell her mentor her mental list when cries for Cloverleaf had rang out through the den. She'd hastily finished her chores and came to see the commotion.

A kit had made a mess of all of her neat piles, grudgingly she had turned to finish her duties before she too got scolded for not finishing her tasks in a timely manner. Finished she returned back to her place.

Would the kit be okay after ingesting so many herbs at once? Sure they were only samples, but the kit would most likely throw up from all of the herbs and suffer from a severe case of bellyache. They had plenty of watermint and Chevril. Juniper berries were also good for bellyache, but the kit wouldn't also be suffering from shortness of breath.

Dreampaw picked up the emotions of the queen and her distress. Of course they could treat him, couldn't they? What would be bested for the blacked out tom. Nothing, he wouldn't be able to eat any herbs until he came round. Other wise he could very well choke on them. Thyme, thyme would help the stressed queen, maybe even a few drops of the golden, sweet liquid, honey, for the amusing kit. The sweet liquid would help rid the taste of bile.

Maybe Heatherkit would be her apprentice when she became a full medicine cat and Heatherkit was ready for her apprenticeship. Would she be ready so quickly? Absent mindedly Dreampaw disappeared yet again into the herb stores.

Moments later she returned with some thyme. She spat the leaves out at her feet and gently nudged Clovertail. she wanted to clear the herb with him first.

((I'm the apprentice and I am very active and do all the tasks need to be done if that's worth anything.))

Dreampaw let out a low growl and a hiss of frustration. Why did it have to happen after she had just stacked them? Anger lapped at every never of her body like hungry flames. The den had been so busy lately with with numerous sick and injured cats. The stocks and supplies seemed to need almost constant restocking and sorting. All of the stress was getting to her and her patience was very low at the moment.

As she forced her way through to her den and the supplies she found a young black tom with a white throat. Her stone blue eyes softened as she observed everything was in its place, save a few herbs. So the tom had played with her piles, well at least no real harm was done, it was only a few out of place. Besides the smells could be very tantalizing for any cat.

The ebony she-cat with white patches lowered her muzzle and gently spat out the feverfew she carried. The patches in her fur were shaped like clouds. In fact her pelt looked like a moonless cloudy night sky had been painted on her. She gave the apprentice a once over. Her eyes had little anger left in their dark depths. The cat before her appeared to have no need of her still growing skills. A break at least she could maybe enjoy.

"What do you need Allyzpaw? Cloverleaf is out gathering some more herbs, I could help if you'd like."

((A While ago actually, about a month I think.))

Dreampaw backed away from the vomiting kit quickly and turned back into her den to fetch more healing herbs. She grabbed leafy green plant that would help with the bellyache known as Watermint. As Silvermask's distressed mew came to her ears is quickly poured on more speed. Thoughts tore through her mind ash she tried to think of the herbs used for poison. Her paws flew to the plants she was able to remember.

The black and white patched she-cat's heart was racing. Her heart pounded and hammered against her ribs. The sound of her franticly beating heart could be heard for miles, at least in her mind's eye. fiery adrenaline raced through her veins. The blood roared in her ears. Time seemed to be slowed, everything happened in slow motion so it seemed.

Dreampaw wished for her self to move faster, every precious second counted. Stinging Nettle was the only plant she could think of at the moment. Stinging nettle had many uses. For this particular case she'd use the tiny green seeds to help encourage the kit to throw up.

The apprentice grabbed a seed pod of stinging nettle, a few leafy stalks of watermint, and some thyme for herself and Silvermask. With her herbs gathered the she-cat quickly dashed outside to the mother and kits.

Gently she laid down her precious bundle and began sniffing and inspecting the tiny she-cat. Her heart rate was low, very low and her pulse weak. As long as the she-cat could eat the seeds, things might be okay for her.

Dreampaw reached for the pod and with a very long curved claw she opened part of the pod and shook out a few seeds. The seeds landed next to the collapsed kit's nose. With a tender paw she scooted the tiny emerald seeds under her nose, easily reached with in a tentative tongue. It would require little effort on Leafkit's part.

Dreampae purred encouragement to the weak kit. She had her paw poised and ready to assist the kit. With rick rhythmic strokes, Dreampaw pink tongue licked her chest, trying to keep the kit's heart going. There was little else she could do.

((Hey Lime, try and keep things more realistic if you know what I mean. Honestly with a clan so big, the tainted water should have been quickly discovered, especially if it's inside the camp or extremely close by. The poison wouldn't have done damage that quickly. Besides Leafkit was still sick from sampling everything in the den earlier, Leafkit's body would have just rejected the liquid.))

Sleepily Dreampaw stuck her head out of the den. A playful kit was doing a panorama of the den and all the herbs. Her eyes were wide with wonder and excitement. At least she wasn't hurt. Though she was unhappy with her nap being disturbed she chased off the grumpy thoughts like nats.

Dreampaw was a lean and slender she-cat with quite the height, given to her by her powerful long legs. Her silky coat was a pretty midnight with white cloud shaped patches all over her fur. She was a very pretty young cat with stone blue eyes. Within their depths was a spark of curiosity in them. She was curious as to what the little cat was doing here.

Stretching each leg and shaking the moss scr.apes from her fur and padded calmly out of her nest and over to the tiny kit. The cat ahead of her was very small, maybe only a moon or even weeks old, but yet she looked older than that.

Dreampaw's spirits lifted as she saw the kit eat the herbs all on her own. She released the breath that she had apparently been holding in. Her lungs were burning like wildfire. She quickly took several large gulps of the fresh air. The air was heavy the scent of rain. The air was humid, but fresh.

Her heart soared and swelled at the queen's praise. She'd done okay by herself with such an urgent case. Leafkit would live for now at least. The immediate danger had passed now. What ever toxins still lingered the body would handle on it's own. A good night's slumber and some of the watermint would bring the kit back to full health.

The black and white she-cat's heart plummeted as her attention was brought back to the raven tom. The truth was nothing could be done, except to keep him warm and dry him off. Then again she'd never checked for other injuries. By now the poor cat could have a fever or something worse.

Dreampaw excused herself from the queen and trotted up to the little cat. She needed to finish taking her medicine. Deliberately she placed herself in front of the young cat placed the pulp down. While she had been catching up she'd chewed the plant into a pulp, making it ready to use.

"Here now, eat this and it'll soothe your belly. I'm sure it's still upset. Now you should go back to the nursery and rest, let your stomach and the rest of your body settle out some before you go and play. You wouldn't want to throw up any more now would you? If you need some more watermint later on I'll give it to you."

Dreampaw smiled warmly at the kit and purred encouragement to her. Dreampaw was ecstatic that the kit would live and was surprisingly up and about, acting like nothing had even happened. Entrusting the kit to eat she left and headed back toward Silvermask and Ravenpelt.

Dreampaw proceeded to press her dark red and bright pink nose into the pads of Ravenpelt, checking for fever. Dreampaw's tiny nose couldn't feel and abnormal heat coming from the tom, he felt incredibly cold though. She quickly finished her examination of the tom and found no other injuries. Ravenpelt definitely had a case of chills, but there was little to do for him until he woke up. Otherwise he'd choke and would most certainly die.

Besides the low body temperature, nothing else seemed wrong with him. He could possibly have a cough and the chill could turn into whitecough or worse greencough or even the fatal blackcough. Dreampaw shuttered at the thought and shied away. She would never think such negative thoughts.

The patched she-cat began to make room in the nest for her. She stretched her body out and length of his, trying to cover as much of him as possible with hers. He had to be kept warm or else it could be possible that she'd lose him. "Silvermask, come help me warm him up, it's all we can do for him now. How did this happen? Was he out in the rain for a long period of time?"

Dreampaw nodded slowly at first to the she-cat's words. She hadn't felt him move the first time. A second movement caught the stone blue pools of her eyes. Agreeing to the silver cat's words she put some umph and emphasis into her words, hoping the tom would hear.

"Come on back Ravenpelt and join us once again, dear friend. Ravenpelt...Ravenpelt..."

Multiple times she repeated the cat's name, hoping it would work. With one dark eye on the tom she let the other stare at the kit for a few moments. For now she was out of harms way and happily entertained, and being relatively quiet too. For now at least. The apprentice shifted her gaze and complete attention back to her patient.

She'd noted the visit from Whitefoot. It was always good to have the comfort of a friend. Regret crept into her eyes. This life was great yes but, she'd been so busy with her duties and lessons that she'd never really gotten the chance to grow close to any cat. She was also not even WindClan born. Oh no she was one of the last DarkClan cats alive. Dreampaw felt lonelier than ever she the pain memory surfaced. StarClan also forbidded her to take a mate and have kits, she was doomed and committed to a life of solitar. The pain that swelled in her heart seemed almost to much to bear.

Dreampaw tore herself away from the thoughts and focused the on the still ebony cat before her.

Dreampaw felt the happiness in the room surround her in its warm embrace. She purred with delight. Ravenpelt wouldn't need the lavender, just rest. She'd let the family continue it's merry reunion, just with out her. Depressingly there was work to be done. She need to fix the mess the kits had left in the stores, that could take hours! Her black lips curled in disgust. Sorting had to be her least favorite chore, besides working with the mouse bile that is.

She had no words of wisdom or of comfort to offer the great white warrior, she'd never know the pain of losing a mate, never. Though she had lost her mother, not to mention her entire clan, was that pin the same as losing a mate? She had no herb that would cure a broken heart, nothing. Silvermask and others cats in her clan were lucky to have friends. They could draw strength from each other as well as wisdom. Some one to do everything with. Not her though, she was alone in this world.

Harmonysong such a pretty name and probably a very pretty cat to match it. Respectfully she dipped her head to the family and warrior, she'd let them be to celebrate. With out another word she quietly turned and headed for their stores to get back to work. She needed to put back the Lavender, Thyme and other plants she'd fetched.

"Sure there is always things to do here, thanks for offering."

The apprentice was glad for the company, a similarly aged companion at that. It was odd that Allyzpaw was made an apprentice, but had no mentor. Well Dreamstar would find the tom a mentor soon enough. The medicine life did sound like a dream job but, in truth it felt like a prison.

She was now realizing all of the things she was missing out on now. The friends, mates. The thrill of chasing rabbits across the windswept grass. Instead she had the trill of sniffing out various plants.

She had to stop being so negative about it. It wasn't that bad, it was exciting and thrilling. Every case was so different and she never knew what would happen next. She was the missing link between StarClan and the rest of her Clan. What could be better?

"Being a medicine cat does have it's perks but, like with most things there is always the negatives"......Dreampaw released a long sigh before she began again."For one you can't have a mate and have kits."

Would there ever be peace for her? One task after another, Dreampaw would do almost anything for a break. There were so many things to do and so little time. There were herbs to collect, fresh herbs needed sorting from the old, restocking, treating clan-mates, drying leaves..the list was endless.

After an unsuccesful hunt for Catnip she return back to her clan. She'd have to remeber to ask Goldenheart for some before leaf-bare. She shivered at the thought of having none should an epidemic arise. Where was her mentor these days? Shouldn't he be mentoring her? Surely she hadn't learned all there was to learn, had she? She'd lost track of time and dates meant little to her these days, she barely slept now too. Horrible nightmares plagued her, draining her body of much needed sleep.

On heavy paws she pretty she-cat walked into the familiar space of the medicine den. A wailing kit in pain jurked her from her grumbling, ranting thoughts. Oh StarClan what now?! Gathering strenght around her like a cloak she padded into the clearing. She'd need to learn what had happened before she could get herbs. It was plain though that the kit's leg was what the trouble was.

The young tom for one was sitting in an akward position, and couldn't stand on it's own paws. Please not a broken limb, I'm not really sure what to do, what to use! I need you Clovertail, StarClan, anyone! Fighting to keep the panic from her eyes and out of her mind and features she tried desperatly thinking of something happy, like flowers and the night sky.

"What happened no, here" she quickly corrected. Only whiskers lenghts away from the kit, she was able to detect no abnormal heat coming from the body, no rasping sounds from the chest. No black, green, or white cough atleast. No nischarge from the nose or mouth. His blue eyes looked fine except they were glazed with pain. There was no real obvious swelling anywhere on the kits body, this was a good sign.

His breathing was a little abnormal but nothing major. It was understandable anyway, he was in pain. Mothkit would need a bed made for him to rest more comfortably on, she'd fetch the moss while she was getting other herbs. It would seem at first glance that all this kit would need is rest and a few tiny Poppy seeds for the pain when needed.

"Hold still, you're only going to make it worse." Dreampaw's voice had a sense of authority and command to it, but was gentle.

"Please hold still, I'm not going to hurt you." Dreampaw gently picked up the kit by his scruff and gently placed him back in his nest comfortably. She licked him gently behind the ears to comfort and to help relax the kit.

Her gray-blue eyes noticed that the young tom's leg was slightly twisted. This could mean a number of things. It could be broken, out of place, sprained...the list went on and on. Dreampaw wasn't so sure if she could do this, where was her mentor when she needed him?

(I'm am the medicine cat apprentice. I'm just trying to not act like a know-it-all apprentice and am trying to be realistic. :))

Dreampaw didn't want to go and ask for help from another clan, she didn't want the other clans to know that WindClan were weak with out a Medicine cat, she was the apprentice though, but she hadn't learned everything there was to teach, not yet. Then again Medicine cat's were not bound to boarders and the warrior code to some extend. Perhaps an old clanmate could help. How would she find Smokefur. DarkClan's medicine cat? How would she ever convince her and the Clan that she was welcome? Maybe it was time to talk to Dreamstar and to accept defeat.

((WindClan Medicine cat, Cloverleaf and apprentice, Dreampaw. I'll get a post as Dreampaw tomorrow.))

(I've never been missing! Cloverleaf is the missing cat, I don't know why they no longer get on, but does it really matter since we do have an apprentice? I could just take my full name and life moves on if it will make you all happy. One thread is not a long time.
I haven't a clue about which thread is the real meeting. I'm posting here anyway since this is official.)

The cool night breeze tugged gently on her fur, unlike the winds in WindClan. The heavy, choking scent of smoke clung to her pelt in the faintest amounts. She had done her best to cover up the stench, hopefully no cat would notice. Perhaps it would be wise for the others to know, at least to warn their leaders. She would show though, that WindClan were still strong and were not leaving the forest.

A fire was raging through the moor, driving them from their camp. She'd only been able to carry a few of each herb. She'd have to learn were to gather herbs now, her clan depended on it! Honey at least was easy to find. Prey was scare and it would be moons before the clan would be back home and full strength. StarClan willing it will be a peaceful many moons.

Her patients would be fine until she returned. She had left them sleeping and content before her departure. Her belly hurt and she felt nauseated. Her pelt was prickling with anxiety and worry. What was she going to say, would she bombarded with questions? What would StarCaln say to her?

"Mouse dung!" Dreampaw slipped on a few loose rocks and had began to slip and fall. She hadn't been paying attention and had been lost in thought. Thankfully she had caught herself, but she had torn her pads. They'd be fine in a few days.

The rest of the climb was painful on her scratched, bleeding pads from the fall. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying. Soon she'd stop walking and would be lying down for hours, giving her wounds the chance to scab over before the return journey.

Reaching the entrance she was the last to arrive aside from her mentor and Twlightfrost. Great now she'd be noticed. On shaky paws the black and white cat plunged into the darkness. Her blue-grey eyes were of no help her and she had to rely on her nose and whiskers alone. The path began it's steep dive and the scents of other cats grew stronger. The path was narrow and pressed against her every where along her body.

Suddenly she burst out into the open. A wave of fresh freezing air smacked in the face as she left the tunnel behind her. It took several long heartbeats for her eyes to adjust. With a heavy sigh she made her way to the gigantic stone looming before her. She tried to act and look calm ,but looks can be deciving and she wasn't good at it. Perhaps no cat would notice. She couldn't wait for this to be over.

(I know that sucked, kinda rushed and my muse was lacking. Sorry!)

(Cloverleaf isn't my cat, only Dreampaw. I came to one back in September August. I'm sorry I don't have all day to devote to this site, and It takes time to catch up. You all reply to stuff rather quickly. I suppose Hailpaw could be my apprentice, give me time to think please? I just recently became the apprentice and I looked over all of the threads to see if they'd been closed or responded to.)

Now this is irritating. I've haven't seen anything about some one being sick. Is it in one of the fire threads? I can't keep track of all of these threads and read all of your posts, I'm sorry I can't get on every day of my life, this site is for FUN! Does anyone here rp for the fun of it? Or MUST I spend every minute of my life trying to make everyone happy? I'm sorry real life and School are more important than an rpg.

I loved this site when we had fewer members and things moved slower, no one was ever so strict about getting on everyday. If I have to get on everday in order to keep my position, then fine, strip me of something that I've been trying to get for as long as I've been here. I loved this site when it was just for fun. Perhaps this is my last message here if this keeps up. I've had it. I'll give you all another chance, but if I see something like this again, then I'm out of here and moving to a site that was meant for fun!

I am staying, as long as I'm treated with some more respect is all. I've never been missing so I don't really understand these sort of comments about how inactive I am.

With the help of her clanmates they had finally finished the temporary medicine cat's den. They had dug away the earth to create a small cave so that the sick and injured would be seperated and iscolated to prevent disease from spreading. It was nothing like home but she would just have to manage until the fire was gone.

The Medicine cat let her gaze settle on her meek stores of herbs. She'd only been able to salvage what she and a few clanmates could carry. Honey and Tansy made up most of her stores. she'd brought along with some of the herbs that were used to make a polltice. She was proud of her clanmeates willingness to help her out. They'd done as she'd asked, bringing her water soaked moss, bedding and cobwebs. For now she'd be okay.

Alot had happened so quickly. Her mentor she feared the worst and StarClan had given her her name themselves! She was no longer Dreampaw the apprentice, but now she was Dreamspirit. Ranks of starry cats had been there to great here. She stood in a circle of them, with her mother sitting on the inside close to her. She had seen the pride and jou shining in her eyes. The Medicine cat before Smokefur had given her her name. 'StarClan honors your spirit and your will. You had the courage to never lose hope or your faith. Dreamspirit, Dreamspirit, Dreamspirit!' The loudest voice of all was her mothers.

She could still here them calling out her new name. She would not let them down, she would serve her clan till she drew her final breath. Even then, death had no power over her. she would still live on and walk in the dreams of the next generation of WindClan cats.

The den was ready for the sick an injured to come, The black and white she-cat had prepared 7 nests and had water soaked moss and honey ready to go. Tansy and Poppy seeds too. She and her clan were in for a long and rough recovery process. They would though rise out of the ashes like a bird like creature known as a Pheniox. StarClan would be there with them, every pawstep of the way.