A Storm is Brewing [Medicine Cats]

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Fawnstep left camp with a tightness in her chest. The she-cat lifted her eyes to the sky, watching as the half-moon illuminated the night. It was warm, welcoming - still a heaviness clung to her paws. Something wasn't right. Pressing it further into her stomach, the calico trekked through the marshes and onward into Windclan territory. On any other night it would be forbidden but tonight, with the moon hanging low, it felt innate. Her paws fell evenly into place, tracing the familiar path she traveled every few weeks. It was important to her - conversing with her ancestors. It kept a balance between the clans. Most dreams brought her a solution. She remembered losing a significant amount of marigold, only to have it reveled to her in a dream at Highstones. They were simple things. Mere warnings of disease or a loss in prey. There was nothing substantial or devastating. But as her paws carried across the moorland, something peculiar twisted in her gut. Fawnstep felt her eyes travel to the sky once more - what are you going to show me? The she-cat hiked until she reached the peak of the moor. Before her laid the tall-grasses and sparse treeline that belonged to the traveling cats and the few rogues. The she-cat narrowed her gaze, watching as the trees bended in the slight breeze. It was cold, chilling. Suddenly the sounds of soft voices swept passed her ears. Fawnstep felt a small smile bud on her lips. She may not fit in with her clanmates, but with her kind, she felt like she belonged. The calico tossed her head over her shoulder, curious to who followed close behind. It was Frostbite, met with Thistlespot of Shadowclan. The she-cat felt her chest release a breath of relief. Perhaps the other she-cats felt the same sense of foreboding. Perhaps she wasn't alone in her worrying. As the medicine cat's approached she felt her heart race. Where was Cloudstep? She should have passed him by now - this was Windclan territory after all. The cats were almost within speaking range now, Fawnstep turned on her toes and met them half way. "Good evening." She purred, her eyes light. [bg=ab8078]

Frostbite sat and waited with the shadowclan medicine cat. Hearing a movement and then a voice Frostbite let her green eyes glow to the direction of.. Fawnstep. Blinking she narrowed her eyes to see...cloudstep was not with her. Odd. Didn't Fawnstep pass Windclan on her way here and met up with him and walk here? It was a gathering for the medicine cats it was unheard of if one was to skip a meeting. Did cloudstep know something they didn't so he didn't attend? Blinking from the Riverclan to the shadowclan medicine cat Frostbite really was not a talker. She did her own thing and really wanted to get this over with. Yet on her way here she felt a bit off. Yet of course she was not going to tell the other medicine cats unless they brought it up. Even if they did she still probably would not say anything. She didn't show emotion but today all day in fact she was feeling off. Something was not right and it made Frostbite uneasy.
''Good Evening" Fawnstep mewed Frostbite just made eye contact and gave the Riverclan cat a nod. She looked at Thistlespot and asked, ''Is it going to be just us three tonight?''

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border:0px solid #d3c5bb;border-radius:100px;width:480px;background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/bnwH44b.png');background-position:top;b ackground-re peat:no-repeat;background-color:#8d131f;width:456px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:320p x;padding-bottom:10px;padding-top:315px;] The half-moon usually brought Thistlespot a sense of peace, an opportunity to meet with the rest of the medicine cats and converse in a tranquil manner. And sometimes, if she was lucky, to meet with her brother Leoparheart or her father Brackenspot and to make sense of the feelings she got. But tonight was different. It was strange, every step she took felt wrong somehow, something was amiss and she couldn’t pinpoint out what, like an annoying thorn on your side. Her fur bristled at every little sound and she felt the need to be alert, as if a hostile presence breathed in the back of her neck. This was definitely not like her, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves down, she felt no need to alarm the rest of the medic’s with her strange behavior. Not yet at least. Thistlespot arrived and saw the unmistakable white pelt of Frostbite; she gave a warm smile to the she-cat and sat down a few fox-lenghts away from her, knowing all too well how the ThunderClan medicine cat liked her space. She just stood there with her thoughts, waiting patiently for the rest of her kind to show up, or as patiently as she could muster. In truth the ShadowClan cat lashed her tail and perked her eyes at every sound, her eyes wide open in an odd somber fear. It was a few heartbeats later when another familiar scent hit her nostrils: Fawnstep. She relaxed considerably and greeted the third medicine cat with a genuine smile, Thistlespot looked over Fawnstep’s shoulder trying to make out the small frame of Cloudstep. She tilted her head, was he late? “Hello, Fawnstep” she chirped then she turned to meet Frostbite’s green eyes. “I think we should wait a little for Cloudstep, I don’t think he’d ever miss a meeting.” She smiled and turned her gaze towards WindClan, she knew the tom would come soon, all they had to do was wait. To pass time she invited the RiverClan she-cat to sit next to her with a movement of her tail. “How are you, Fawnstep?” the uneasiness still cringed in her stomach but she felt a little safe with the rest of the medics, even if her fur still bristled a little. word count :: tagged ::

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"Cloudstep....come on....get up..." The young tom paused in the middle of his stalking his ears perked. Why was there a voice telling him to get up? of course he was up. He was out hunting for his clan. He flicked his ear in irritation. Some cats were just stupid. But then he heard it again. This time a growl. He turned started and his eyes widened as he saw a badger charge at him.

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Cloudstep sat straight up and quickly looked around the small den. He was back in camp, in his bed and there were no badgers around. Good, it had only been a dream. He sighed and slowly stood up stretching out his muscles. He stepped out of the den and looked at the sky. He could see the half-moon just above the horizon. It looked really beautiful.

"Great Starclan!" he hissed his eyes widen. He had almost forgotten about the medicine cat meeting. Hurrying to the Leaders den he announced he was heading out then raced out of the camp, several cats watching with worry. Oh how could he forget about the meeting tonight. Fawnstep was probably worried that he hadn't met her on the way there. He took off full force not caring if he disturbed the prey trying to sleep.

Finally reaching the hill where they usually met up with Frostbite and Thistlespot he relaxed seeing the small group of she-cats waiting. He quickly padded over trying to steady his breathing. He didn't want them worrying because he looked like he had been running for his life.

"Sorry i'm late," he mewed softly his ears laid back sheepishly, "My bed was a little warmer than i thought."

It was better to tell them the truth then make up some lie and have them worry about Windclan. He sat long enough to catch his breath. That's when he felt it. The dark shadow the seemed to be creeping around them. The she-cats were tense. He looked at each one in turn. He hadn't known them long but he could still tell, something was wrong.

He lifted his blue gaze to the sky and watched the stars and the half-moon as it rose some. The she-cat talked, trying to play off their fear as nothing. Was something happening in the other clans that he didn't know about. Earlier when he had seen Thistlespot she had seemed fine. He glanced at them again.

"Heatherflower, please come see me tonight," he thought, "I need you."

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Fawnstep felt her stomach drop at Frostbite's indifference. She remembered making the long trek to highstones as an apprentice - her eyes wide and mouth open. She hid in her mentor's shadow, terrified of Frostbite's cold demeanor. As the moons went by she slowly shifted her focus, instead of fearing the she-cat, she wanted to impress her instead. Frostbite was a marvelous medicine cat and a legend among the clans. Everyone knew her name. Fawnstep could only hope to be half the medicine cat she was. ''Is it going to be just us three tonight?'' Fawnstep opened her mouth almost immediately, desperate to win the she-cat's affections, "I don't see why Cloudstep would miss a meeting. He's usually so persistent. He must be held up at camp." And still the she-cat hardly threw the calico a glance. Fawnstep pressed her lips into a thin line - trying to press the negative thoughts from her mind and instead brought her attention to Shadowclan's medicine cat. Thistlespot was older than her but still young, a friendly she-cat with a knack for healing. Fawnstep felt her heart brighten as the she-cat spoke, “How are you, Fawnstep?” Riverclan's medicine cat answered with a tight meow, "I'm fine..." The words slowly left her mouth, long and drawled, "Actually I have to ask you two something." Her eyes traveled between the she-cats, "Do you feel it?" It left her mouth in a whisper. Swallowing the lump forming in her throat, she spoke louder, "I just don't feel right. There's something in the wind." As if on cue the wind picked up, howling into the night. A shiver ripped down her spine, causing the she-cat to jump. "Great Starclan." She meowed, "Oh! Cloudstep!" The words left her mouth in a hurried hush as the tom nearly sprinted into the she-cats, "I'm so glad you made it!" [bg=ab8078]

Frostbite rolled her eyes and really was just about to get up and leave when before she knew it Fawnstep opened her mouth and out came the question that made frostbite almost stop breathing. So it wasn't just her. Thistlespot had to feel it to! Fawnstep even felt it or else she wouldn't of brought it up. Almost losing her whole focus and getting down to Fawnsteps level she was about to open her mouth and a glimmer of caring in her eyes came and quickly went when a voice spooked her to along with Fawnstep. ''Great Starclan Cloudstep warn someone before you just come into the circle like that Dear starclan has your mother taught you manners? Mousedung..'' At this point the she cat was almost panting. Did Cloudstep feel it also? He was so young and well.. not very experienced in this cats eyes. Shaking off what happened she gave a light growl and mewed, ''Great now that we are all out of our beds and now here can we get this started please. Fawnsteps feelings uneasy and I feel she has no reason to.''

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Cloudstep shrunk slightly at Frostbites harsh words. At least she had been named correctly. He sighed softly. He knew the she-cat had a bit of a temper, but he hadn't meant to be late. Maybe it was just the mood in the air. The tense feeling. He padded beside Thistlespot and listened as the she-cats conversed about this darkness that seemed to surround them. Thistlespot looked nervous and Fawnstep seemed unsure. Frostbite tried to play it off as nothing was wrong. Cloudstep knew better. "Maybe something is coming," he murmured softly looking at the she-cat, "but we jsut have to hope that our ancestors will do what they can to help us. Our clans are strong. Whatever it is, we'll be ready." Cloustep gave the she-cats a small smile. He wasn't sure if it was him wanting everything to be fine, or he felt as if he should be the brave one here since he was the only tom. honestly he was probably just trying to convince himself. He hadn't heard Heatherflower or his mom in his dreams recently. Then that was the voice that woke him up. He didn't recognize it. Maybe it had been another passed clan mate. He pushed the though from his head as they reached the mouth of the dark cave. "Ladies first," he mewed smiling some at the she-cats. Cloudstep had always tried to be a nice tom, especially to eh she-cat that had helped finish training him once Heatherflower had passed away. [bg=a3b0b4]

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They followed Frostbite through the tall grass and toward Mouthermouth. She slipped into step with the remaining medicine cats. It was almost second nature to them - letting Frostbite lead. She was the oldest and most experienced. Fawnstep felt her gaze soften as Thistlespot leaned in close, whispering her doubts, “Do you think everything is going to be okay?" The calico's breath hitched in her throat, for a second she didn't know how to respond. Was everything going to be ok? She felt the twisting in her gut expand into her toes, her mouth opened, "I don-" Cloudstep interrupted her before she could speak. "but we just have to hope that our ancestors will do what they can to help us. Our clans are strong. Whatever it is, we'll be ready." A small smile twisted the corner of her lips, "He's right." She meowed reassuring Shadowclan's medicine cat, "Starclan will always be there to guide us." As the words left her mouth - the cave's gaping mouth met them ominously. A chill slipped over her once more, she glanced at her companions, "I can go first." The words leaped from her tongue before she could stop them. Determination pressed on her brow, "Follow me." She breathed. She wanted to show the others she was brave. Frostbite's sharp blow still stung on her pelt, she knew everyone felt it. And that she wasn't crazy. Fawnstep entered the cave, her lungs frigid with cold air, slowly she padded forward - darkness consumed her. The calico picked her way through the winding tunnels. By now the path was instilled in her toes. She could navigate it merely by memory. And still her breath hung in her chest, she was too nervous, what was waiting for them? [bg=ab8078]

Leading the way the white medicine cat could hear the others talking. She could not help but roll her eyes. Yes she felt uneasy but let it go now great starclan. Before she knew it the opening of the huge cave was before her and she waited for the others to catch up. Blinking at the dark opening Frostbite turned towards Cloudstep who told them ''ladies first''.
Fawnstep lead the way and Frostbite looked at cloudstep and hissed, ''Oh just come on doesn't matter who goes first.'' Following the riverclan cat frostbite felt tense. More then she should be feeling in fact. Finally seeing the pool in front of her the medicine cat stopped in front of it and waited for the other medicine cats to take their places. Something did not feel right at all. When they all got into place Frostbite was the first to go down.. and down..and out.

-----Opening her eyes the white she cat woke up... in...a forest. A forest that was completely dead. Getting up on all fours she heard a crow all in the distance and everything around here was a medium fog surrounding everything. Frostbite hated this. You wanted to see fear.. Frostbite was looking it right in the eye. Yet she got the sense.. she was home. Was this... her land? Thunderclan. A black cat was off in the distance that Frostbite could point out. It was Darkrose. Her former mentor who died leaving Thunderclan in her paws. Chasing after her mentor he got up and raced away. She picked up the pace and ran through the dead forest and following around a tree she stopped dead in her tracks and all of this cats wall just fell to the ground. What she saw was something that was not beautiful. It was a huge pile of dead bodies.. not just any dead bodies.. it was cats she knew! Others.. she couldn't point out. Frostbite almost threw up the sent was so strong. Breathing heavily she gave a huge gulp and felt tears sing the back of her eyes. About to call out for anyone a rat..a single rat come out from behind the pile and started eat....chewing...one of the dead bodies. Frostbite blinked and still just stood. Then... another came...and another and more and more soon there had to be 50 rats all over this huge pile of dead cat bodies. Backing up she stepped on a twig and it made one rat half the size of her with red blood eyes with black blood dripping from its mouth look right at her. Run.. her mentors voice whispered through the trees. In a flash Frostbite started running and before she knew it a huge clan of rats chased after her growling and biting at her ankles and paws. A rat then jumped onto her back and bit her in the back bringing her down. Frostbite tried to get it off but before she could she was drowning in rats all over her. Seeing a little part of the forest she was able to see Darkrose just sit and watch her be consumed by all of these rats. Crying out for Help Frostbite then saw complete darkness...----

And before she knew it she woke up startled and gasping for breath and coughing like she had never coughed before. Gasping for air she sat up and tried to calm herself down. WAs she the first one up? Apparently. The others were still sleeping. Getting her breathing back to normal she looked on her back and saw nothing was there. What in the name of starclan...was shown to her. Getting up she exited the cave to get fresh air and waited for other medicine cats to come join her when ready.

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The white tom slowly followed the she-cat and stopped looking at the shining moonstone. He smiled some and moved over laying down and getting comfortable. He slowly moved forward and touched his nose to the cool stone. He closed his eyes and slowly relaxed as darkness took over him. When he awake the darkness never let up. He paused and looked around trying to see anything around him but nothing came into view. he swallowed then stopped as the Marigold fields appeared into view. however something was off. Although he could see the yellow of the marigold but everything was still dark. He called out but nothing came from his throat. However, he could hear something. He turned and looked around. The chanting finally became clear however there was no around. He swallowed and quickly started looking around. His blue eyes widened as the chanting got louder and louder. He tried to call out for help but nothing would escape. Suddenly cats appeared. He quickly looked around and recognized pelts. Calicoes, browns, and other mixes of cats he had once known, but every time he tried to look at their faces they would get distorted and fuzzy. He swallowed and shrunk as they god closer. Each face suddenly became clearer but they were torn beyond recognition. His eyes widen as his eyes fell on Heatherflower and Hazelstar. But something else was wrong. They were grinning bearing their teeth at him, chuckling. They looked like they wanted to kill him. His eyes widen as suddenly the cats lunged at him and smothered him in darkness... Cloudstep quickly opened his eyes but didn't move, fearing the dream wasn't over. He quickly look around and noticed the other cats were awake. He slowly sat up and licked his paw trying to calm himself. He slow walked out into the main part of the cave. "Wow..." he murmured softly more to himself than anyone else. [bg=a3b0b4]

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Fawnstep inhaled - her breath shook at the edge of her tongue - quivering the she-cat pressed her nose into the glistening stone. A coldness crept over her almost instantly. She felt her body grow rigid, slowly she sunk onto her haunches. The calico could feel her peers lull into deep, turbulent slumbers - their bodies convulsing with terror. I don't want to do this. The thought struck her heart like lightning. Something's wrong. She willed her eyelids to flicker, open, and still, deeper into sleep she fell. Her heart hammered in her chest, begging, pleading and then she felt it stop. A sharp breath left her mouth and then slowly, it began to beat. Thump, thump, thump- The she-cat opened her eyes. A haze clouded her vision, but still, she could recognize her home under any circumstances. She was dead center Riverclan camp. Fawnstep pulled herself to her paws and immediately the sharp tang of smoke filled her lungs. A cough erupted from her throat, heavy and blocked. The she-cat sputtered and spat - eyes surrounded her. The cough left her mouth a whimper. She stood still. The eyes raked her pelt, pulling her apart. "Do you believe?" They hissed, "How strong do you believe?" Fawnstep opened her mouth, a retort ready on her tongue, "Of course I believe!" It left silently - she was unable to speak. "Burn her!" The words shrieked into the night. "Kill her!" The eyes morphed into faces, familiar and vague. Fawnstep shrunk onto her toes, "Non-believer! Non-believer! Non-believer!" The voices chanted each verse bloodier than the next. "I believe!" Fawnstep's jaws cracked in a silent plea, tears sprung to her eyes as the bodies loomed closer, claws outstretched. They met her pelt, teeth digging into her flesh. She tried to scream, she tried to shout - she was drowned out by the sound of snapping teeth. They dragged her body into the midst of camp. They tore at her fur, shredding her calico pelt between their claws. And then they stopped. The camp fell into an eerie silence. Trembling, a meddled mess on the floor, Fawnstep canted her gaze to meet the chilling, blue eyes of an unrecognizable feline. Her body convulsed, leaping from the spine to her heart. The eyes narrowed in delight, a malicious grin curled in her lips. "Let us feast!" The words struck the air, splitting the silence like a knife - they were on her at once. Fawnstep jolted awake. Her breaths heavy and caught - a sharp cry left her mouth and before she could control herself, she collapsed to the ground. She trembled and shook as each sob left her throat. The calico couldn't bring herself to look at her peers. She couldn't even form the words on her tongue. Thoughts were incoherent - springing from glistening eyes to the teeth shredding her skin. They were going to burn her, they were eating her alive, they said she didn't believe. [bg=ab8078]

Frostbite sat outside her body basically frozen. What.. who...why that dream? What could it all mean? She really didn't care about the others dreams. She will choose not to share her dream with the other medicine cats. She doesn't need help to figure out something like this.. but yet.. maybe she did. Now.. to share this with her leader.. that was another story. Frostbite was not one to keep things from her leader even if it had to deal with her clan and it did. She was on Thunderclan territory.. but those bodies.. and the rats. Shaking her head she knew this dream was going to stay with her for a while. Until she could fire all of this out. Yet.. did the other medicine cats see what she saw? Then it hit her.. that uneasy feeling.. that she had all day yet told no one about.. it was for this. It had to be because now.. that she sat outside the mothermouth she felt.. normal. Like everything was okay. Blinking to see if any of the other medicine cats were going to come out Frostbite sat and thought about what this could all mean.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border:0px solid #d3c5bb;border-radius:100px;width:480px;background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/bnwH44b.png');background-position:top;b ackground-re peat:no-repeat;background-color:#8d131f;width:456px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:320p x;padding-bottom:10px;padding-top:315px;] Deep breaths, count to five and open your eyes. She opened them and closed them again; there was still blood in her paws, screams still rang in her ears, she could still scent the smoke and feel the ashes in her fur. Calm down, count again. Thistlespot breathed in and hesitantly opened her green eyes, she sighed for the last traces of the nightmare were gone. She shook her pelt and took a look around, Cloudstep and Frostbite were gone, probably waiting outside of the cave but Fawnstep was still with her, just laying there motionless. The spotted she-cat got close to the RiverClan cat and passed her tail along her spine in a comforting manner. “Take your time...” she murmured, she knew all too well how long it took to recover from a bad dream, especially when you weren’t used to them. “I’ll be outside” she said before slowly padding away out of the darkness that had begun to engulf them now that the moonlight was slowly leaving them behind. Thistlespot emerged from the cave to meet with Cloudstep and Frostbite; she gave a few doubtful steps towards the ThunderClan medicine cat. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it, what exactly was she going to say? A thousand doubts and thoughts ran through her distressed mind, had they seen the fire, the screaming, the blood and the ashes too? Or was this dream meant to the ShadowClan medicine cat’s ears only? She grimaced, was it a warning or was it the future that StarClan foretold? “Did you see anything?” her voice was barely a strained whisper, peace had made her mellow and the thought of bloodshed made her nervous and susceptible to fear. But the thought of not being alone in her fears gave her comfort, a small amount but comfort nonetheless. The vivid sound of screaming rang through her ears for a heartbeat, she quickly suppressed it by raking the grass with her claws. Please, StarClan, make the nightmare go away. She thought again. word count :: tagged ::

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