The Half-Moon Rises [Medicine Cat Meeting]

When a gentle breeze ruffled his fur, the fiery tom closed his eyes. Feeling the air swirl around him, his mind began to wander. He remembered, about twenty or so moons ago, when he had a kit in his den. It had been the dead of Leaf-bare, and his supplies had been hit hard by frost and poor handling on his part as well as on the part of a bumbling young cat who had hopes of apprenticing to him. He may have succeeded, if only he hadn't come down with greencough like the kit. It quickly became whitecough, and without his herbs, Brokenface saw many cats leave the clan to hunt with StarClan. If it hadn't been for that lucky happenstance when he found a patch of catmint that survived under a log up near the abandoned twoleg nest, he wondered how many of his clanmantes he would have lost. The faces of those who weren't so lucky danced in his mind. The kit, his apprentice, those three warriors who had such promise. A new scent rescued the old cat from his memories.

It washed over him gently, and he recognized the tang of feverfew on her. It reminded him that his own store of that herb was running low. If the elders started complaining about aches, as they often did, it'd be best to have some at the ready. He made a mental note to ask Shadowberry if he could have some when it was more appropriate to talk about. Maybe she'd take a trade for juniper berries. He had a good harvest of that this moon; the cleft was a tad too full of them rolling about. Opening his eyes, he fixed his copper stare on the newest cat to join the circle. It was almost funny, in a cruel way. Two beautiful she-cats, and here he sat, an old tom with an ugly face. How humorous StarClan could be.

The ginger cat twitched an ear at her, acknowledging her arrival. His short jaw parted, "prey is running well in ThunderClan, and so have my harvests." Mostly. He was about to ask if the she-cat had seen Rookclaw on her way here, when Poppycloud spoke up. He held his tongue as she rose and padded away. Glancing back to Shadowberry, he stood to follow. After nodding politely to the she-cat, he turned his eyes back out over ThunderClan's territory. Just beyond familiar ground, lie ShadowClan. It wasn't all that far, closer to the Moonpool than RiverClan surely. So where, in StarClan's behind, was that medicine cat? Shaking his square head, the tom turned and padded after Poppycloud.

Soon, his paws felt the soft grooves in the rock as he ascended to the sacred gathering place. Who would have thought this puddle would have such an impact on him? Had he still been a kittypet, he would have laughed at the sight of cats stooping over the edge to talk to their ancestors. But now, that's all the could think about doing. Brokenface hurried over to the sparkling water, touched by moonlight, and took a few quick laps with his tongue. The cold water drizzled down his throat as the cat tucked his legs under him. Pulling his tail around his side, he rested his head down on his paws and drifted off...

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I figured I would end this post here. After you both post, I'll post with his dream, since it's going to be a long one. Also, are you able to darken Shadowberry's font color just a tad, Clover? It's a beautiful table, but it's hard for me to read. ^-^;