Post by wildfire on May 18, 2008 13:22:04 GMT
Light shown brightly over the moorlands as the sun crept up the sky, bathing the camp with sunlight. Clouds were plastered over the clear blue sky as midday took place of morning. The WindClan camp was quiet and calm as Wildfire, WIndClan's new medicine cat, made her way back from moonstones.
Wildfire's paws were dragging and her pelt was ruffled from the long journey. Still, however, the sunlight made the golden-brown patches on her fur glow golden like a lion's mane. She continued on across camp. Wildfire's heart was heavy for her lost mentor, Starshower, and her paws were sore from the long trek home from moonstone. However, her paws kept moving and her dazzling green eyes kept shining. She was a medicine cat, now. WindClan was her kit and StarClan was her guardian. She would serve her Clan to the fullest of her ability and she would live with the pride that she was helping her Clan as their medicine cat.
As the she-cat padded into her den, she looked at the supplies. They were organized and ready to go from when Starshower was still here. Not a poultice out of place. She purred and decided to do some housekeeping. She went through the herb supplies, double checking. Then, she changed the bedding of the nests that rowed the medicine den. She purred and sat down in her own nest toward the front of the den next to a majority of the herbs. She took a deep breath, breathing in the sweet scents of the herbs around her.
As she took that deep breath, she paused, hearing a low rumbling. She padded outside of her den and lifted her nose to the sky. The wind was blowing gentle and cool, but in the distance, dark gray clouds rolled toward her. The calm before the storm. she reflected. She looked above her and blinked in surprise. The clear blue sky plastered with clouds was getting driven out by a thick blanket it thunderclouds.
She flicked her thick tail fur and padded back into her cage, looking up at the ceiling of her den. There were several patches where the den was open the the sky because of erosion and other things. Wildfire decided to patch them up before the storm, just to be safe. She would prefer a dry medicine den for WindClan than a wet one. She got out of her den, grabbed a few leaves from the sparce bushes around her and leaped on top of the burrow, clogging the holes gently with leaves and branches until there was no exposed crack where water could get into the medicine den.
Wildfire usually likes to keep the holes there to allow sunlight and moonlight to shine and and to keep air circulating, but damp nests was not what any cat needed. With this storm, there was sure to be elders with aching joints, and they won't want damp nests. She purred to herself and sat outside her den, her paws tucked under her chest and her tail curled around her body. The wind buffeted her beautiful silver and gold fur and the thunder grew louder.
Soon, she felt raindrops dripping on her fur and she backed into her den. Wildfire was an unusual WindClan cat. She loved rain and she loved water. She watched the rain shower over the camp and she listened as they drummed the roof of the cave. It was very relaxing and calming.
The thunder grew louder as Wildfire flicked her ears to get off droplets of water that the humid air had formed on her. Lightning lit up the sky and she smiled, the fierce light reflecting in her eyes. She loved mid-day thunderstorms. They were so beautiful, refreshing, exciting, and relaxing.
Only once the thunder got really loud did Wildfire retreat to deeper inside her den where she settled down again and closed her eyes, listening to the rain on the roof and the thunder's muffled rumbling. She let out a content sigh and readjusted herself, settling deeper into her nest.
Wildfire's paws were dragging and her pelt was ruffled from the long journey. Still, however, the sunlight made the golden-brown patches on her fur glow golden like a lion's mane. She continued on across camp. Wildfire's heart was heavy for her lost mentor, Starshower, and her paws were sore from the long trek home from moonstone. However, her paws kept moving and her dazzling green eyes kept shining. She was a medicine cat, now. WindClan was her kit and StarClan was her guardian. She would serve her Clan to the fullest of her ability and she would live with the pride that she was helping her Clan as their medicine cat.
As the she-cat padded into her den, she looked at the supplies. They were organized and ready to go from when Starshower was still here. Not a poultice out of place. She purred and decided to do some housekeeping. She went through the herb supplies, double checking. Then, she changed the bedding of the nests that rowed the medicine den. She purred and sat down in her own nest toward the front of the den next to a majority of the herbs. She took a deep breath, breathing in the sweet scents of the herbs around her.
As she took that deep breath, she paused, hearing a low rumbling. She padded outside of her den and lifted her nose to the sky. The wind was blowing gentle and cool, but in the distance, dark gray clouds rolled toward her. The calm before the storm. she reflected. She looked above her and blinked in surprise. The clear blue sky plastered with clouds was getting driven out by a thick blanket it thunderclouds.
She flicked her thick tail fur and padded back into her cage, looking up at the ceiling of her den. There were several patches where the den was open the the sky because of erosion and other things. Wildfire decided to patch them up before the storm, just to be safe. She would prefer a dry medicine den for WindClan than a wet one. She got out of her den, grabbed a few leaves from the sparce bushes around her and leaped on top of the burrow, clogging the holes gently with leaves and branches until there was no exposed crack where water could get into the medicine den.
Wildfire usually likes to keep the holes there to allow sunlight and moonlight to shine and and to keep air circulating, but damp nests was not what any cat needed. With this storm, there was sure to be elders with aching joints, and they won't want damp nests. She purred to herself and sat outside her den, her paws tucked under her chest and her tail curled around her body. The wind buffeted her beautiful silver and gold fur and the thunder grew louder.
Soon, she felt raindrops dripping on her fur and she backed into her den. Wildfire was an unusual WindClan cat. She loved rain and she loved water. She watched the rain shower over the camp and she listened as they drummed the roof of the cave. It was very relaxing and calming.
The thunder grew louder as Wildfire flicked her ears to get off droplets of water that the humid air had formed on her. Lightning lit up the sky and she smiled, the fierce light reflecting in her eyes. She loved mid-day thunderstorms. They were so beautiful, refreshing, exciting, and relaxing.
Only once the thunder got really loud did Wildfire retreat to deeper inside her den where she settled down again and closed her eyes, listening to the rain on the roof and the thunder's muffled rumbling. She let out a content sigh and readjusted herself, settling deeper into her nest.
