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--/ A thorough exhalation of atmospheric particles was given, as if the journey was finally, finally over for Moonwing and she could get settled into her final position as Medicine cat for her beloved Riverclan. After speaking with the leader on her new name, a thoughtful simper was laden upon her mask as she took in the aura of medicine cat - something that felt oh so divine. 'Oh mother, father, brother; today will be a good day - I can feel it.' The wind caressed her cheek as in response to her unspoken words and a small grin formed on her face before she had to remind herself that she was in the clearing. Her face heated as she backed up into her den and saw that all was clear and she breathed before she pivoted and settled herself inside the little well-crafted clay den. \--

--/ Her haunches were set on the soddary, and her tail was wrapped elegantly around her as if to create the look of elegance that normally was continued by her odd and rare cat breed. There was not much to do, today, she turned her head and saw that the pile of herbs was well stocked. Her long, pink, tongue swiped itself over her tiny paw and she ran it over her face and ear once, trying to dry off the water in her ear. It was another misty day, hazy over the horizon as if to shade the sun from the creatures below, the ground was slick and mud written and around the bog mosquitoes flew about carrying disease on them like tiny fright-trains, carrying expensive cargo across the boarder with no permission. A little sneeze forced its way out of her nose cavity, causing it to mammoth in size before she inhaled oxygen to regulate her inter works. \--

--/ Today would be bland for sure, despite her now being a medicine cat full time, she still felt the need to be helpful all the time. Rising to her feet, she padded out of her clearing into the main clearing and warmly smiled at the patrol she passed before bounding out towards the river. Staring across it's serenity, before she focused on a silvery fish making her body tense before she slipped her paw in the water and latched on with her elongated claws. she took it out of the water and killed it swiftly, thanking starclan for it's life before she carried it in her mouth and trotted toward the clan once again. When she arrived, she pushed into the clearing and jogged over to the elder's den, offering it to them before she set it down and sat with them for awhile. They chatted and cooed to Moonwing for her beauty and her new position before she got up and chuckled and thanked them all for a nice chat and strode away. \--

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[{Otter}]

Oh bother that thornbush. The words floated, unspoken, through the mind of the limping warrior. Little tawny dots littered the creamy white chest and lay scattered among the sleek chocolate legs and forepaws, dots that at first glanced appeared to simply be oddly-colored hairs but, in reality, where painful little spikes embedded in the tomcat's short fur. They were particularly populous around his left forepaw, and several could be seen on the bottom of his dark black pad. "Ouch," he sighed as he gingerly made his way toward the small, earthy burrow that was the medicine cat's den. Surely Moonwing would be there...he hoped.

Never thought robins were so maniacal, he thought, pale yellow eyes glancing back from whence he came. One minute I'm hopping nicely after it, and the next it's flying right into a big bush. How was I supposed to know it was a thornbush? He'd jumped after the bird, hoping to bring it back to camp, only to find himself confronted with a wall of thorns. It had taken several minutes just to get himself untangled!

Pricks of pain flashed through his paw as he came to an uncomfortable stop just outside the entrance to the den. A gentle breeze ruffled his fur, bringing with it the common scent of fresh, lovely water. Ottersplash turned, pale yellow eyes gazing longingly toward the river that parted around RiverClan camp, and he almost ignored his thorny body and hopped on over there. But no...maybe he should talk to Moonwing.

A long breath released from his mouth, he slipped into the den, blinking his eyes to adjust to the darkness. "Eh...Moonwing? Got myself a little problem here. I was...attacked by a thorn bush."

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--/ The limping cat's shillouette was somewhat of a surprise to dear Moonwing, as she didn't quite understand how one could be hurt so close to her inauguration. However, the voice of a young warrior came to her and she let out a throaty chuckle at her fond friend, Ottersplash, and quaintly came out of her den, picking her paws up delicately as she slipped from her den. "Oh Ottersplash..." The melodic voice of the she-cat sighed as she inspected him and rolled her eyes playfully, before cuffing over his ear. "Why did you pick a fight with it again? It must have insulted you, yeah?" Quickly, she trotted into her den once more and found some soothing herbs and came back, using her paws to part the fur before she picked at them softly plucking them out and setting them in a pile beside her.\--

--/ Soon, she was nearly finished dabbing on the herb and plucking off all of the briers from his body. Upon finishing, she swept the thorns into a leaf and disposed of them far in the corner as she purred and then returned to chat with her friend, Ottersplash. "I expect you didn't get in a fight with any other inanimate objects, hm?" She purred, flicking her long tail and her sky pigmented eyes glittered in amusement after she spoke. Her ears flickered on top of her cranium in patiently waiting for him to reply. She set her lower exterior upon the soddary before she continued, wrapping her blonde tail around her legs, the tip of dark ebony-like fur was flicking near her paws temptingly for kits to come up and pounce on the movement. \--

--/ It was odd, how two generations of the same family could be medicine cat, that was rare from any clan for sure. That's what made Moonwing so much more unique even despite what she was now.\--

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[{Otter}]

"Why did you pick a fight with it again? It must have insulted you, yeah?"

Oh, he sure did like Moonwing. She played along. Ottersplash's whiskers twitched in amusement as he seated himself gingerly on the soft ground. Moonwing disappeared, then returned with some kind of plant thing that looked either very painful or very soothing...he'd soon find out which. "Actually, the squirrel was out to get me. I told him that I wanted to eat him, so he just ran off!" he mewed in mock horror, his voice cheerful even as he flinched with every plucked thorn. "He ran and hid behind ol' Thorn Bush, and I told the bush that he'd better move aside or I'd attack him. Told him that my medicine cat could heal me of anything his ol' thorns did to me. But...alas...he didn't move. So I had to show him who was boss, you know? Defend my reputation and all." His final chuckle was interrupted with a soft, kittish squeak as the gentle white she-cat plucked a particularly large thorn from the very bottom of his paw.

Now was time for the...the herbs. Ottersplash gulped and closed his eyes as Moonwing did her thing, but the feeling that came over his little cuts was almost instantly soothing, with no pain whatsoever. Miracle herbs! That's what they were! A grateful purr rumbled lightly from the dark chocolate tom's throat, and he closed his eyes to let the soothing feeling engulf his body.

"I expect you didn't get in a fight with any other inanimate objects, hm?"

A single, pale yellow eye opened to look impishly at his friend. "Oh, I beat up a stick or two, but they weren't as stubborn as the thorn bush." He tilted his head to one side and opened both eyes so he could see her clearly. "How are you doing, Moonwing?" he asked, putting as much inflection on the end of her name as he could. Moonwing, the full medicine cat! It was a strange thought, but Ottersplash was glad to have been the first warrior to be treated by her.

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--/ It was easy for Moonwing to say that Ottersplash was among her favourites in the clan - despite the fact that she shouldn't be choosing favourites... As the warrior concocted a tale in which to tell her, he finally ended his story and quired about herself, emphasizing her new name. She was shocked, just a tad, by how fast the name had gotten around the clan when she had only told one other, which was clan lead... She blinked gratefully to him as she dusted around her place, very happily picking up her paws and cleaning, a perfectionist mindset was intricate to her beauty as she continued to listen to his tale before answering the question that was directed to her. "I am very well, dear Ottersplash. And yourself?" Her melody was rhythmic and beautiful, not a beat off course as she paused her step and went on to pointedly say, "I bet your apprentice's training is going well, yeah?" Knowing her friend had his own apprentice now, the young medicine cat purred in delight and finally settled herself juxtaposition to him, and waited for his response.\--

--/ The cloudy skys always seemed to depress the Riverclan cats, and sap them from their energy just as it would any other clan. However, their outlook on it differed for rain meant new life could prosper among the lera, which was fantastic. However, it was also an opening for disease and depression - so one must be careful with dealing with such weather. The hazy days seemed to fill everyone with extra energy, sometimes, the vigor before a lightning storm - or before the kill, the electrons that buzzed about creating the most peculiar feeling. However, even the apprentices seemed to want to do something as the elders complained about how their bones ached more than ever in the rainy weather. Oh how they would ache in the upcoming season...the season of all coughs and aches and sores, the season of death, renewal, rejuvenation. One could only hope, that such months could bring a warm, long, spring. One where, the birds could tweet and twitter their ways out of situations and lay eggs for their next generation. One, where the cats of all three clans could feel better, find love, and prosper. Only a medicine cat could hope for the prosper of all clans, only one with a deeper thinking pattern, and somehow, only Moonwing...\--

[{Otter}]

Dark chocolate ears flicked gladly when there seemed to be no hidden tone of stress or unease as Moonwing responded to his question. She didn't look stressed, either. Clearly, she was settling in quite nicely, and he was glad. Body tingling strangely from the herb she had put on his little cuts, Ottersplash settled himself more comfortably on the floor of her den wrapped his long chocolate tail around himself.

"I bet your apprentice's training is going well, yeah?"

Pale yellow eyes shot open and he glanced toward the entrance of Moonwing's den. From here he could see most of RiverClan camp, and there didn't seem to be many cats wandering about outside, which made sense...this weather was not the most lovely or inviting. Gaze swept the clearing, but he saw no sign of the young white apprentice that was Ashpaw. Had they planned on meeting to train today? Ottersplash couldn't remember, but...since Ashpaw wasn't looking for him, he assumed they had not. A soft sigh of relaxation escaped the tomcat's throat. He loved being a mentor and training Ashpaw, who was as agreeable and friendly and focused as could be, but Ottersplash needed time to relax and just play around or chat. It was his one vice...if he didn't get this time every so often, his friendly, scatterbrained demeanor would grow grumpy.

Oh wait...Moonwing had asked him a question. Right. Ottersplash's gaze returned to the new medicine cat, but his reply froze in his throat when he saw a strange, contemplative look upon her face. For several moments he sat in silence, watching her with wide, pale yellow eyes, as she thought about something or other...no doubt a very deep, intriguing thought that would have bored the living daylights out of him if she had decided to share it with him. Needless to say, Ottersplash wasn't a deep thinker.

Finally he decided to interrupt her thinking. A cat can think too much, after all, he thought. "Ashpaw is great. He's much better than I was when I was an apprentice. I taught him how to fish earlier, and he's a natural," he replied happily.

The dark warrior slipped into silence, relaxing in the presence of his friend. For once, he wasn't interested in pouncing on someone's tail or chasing squirrels into thornbushes. It was nice to just...relax. Until a thought occured to him, and he tilted his head to one side as he looked over at Moonwing. "What's it like talking to StarClan?" he asked. "Are they really transparent? Do they sparkle?" That's what he'd always been told. StarClan cats were see-through, like water, and sparkled like stars. But...those were stories told to kits. Were they true?

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--/ Moonwing flicked her tail absently as she listened to her friend, Ottersplash. She was glad to hear of the apprentiship’s current success in the fishing. The healer-ess did not expect less from Ottersplash. Ottersplash, well, he was a great hunter but weak in battle; for his attention span was, thin. Even though she was fond of the warrior, she couldn’t deny that, but his optimistic, blithe, aura was a boon to Riverclan – for moonwing believed that he was a plus for a certain – comic relief. However, he was also important in keeping the clan in good health and really enjoyed having his company around, sometimes she thought that the other warriors where just dense in the ways of the wild clan…\--

--/ “I’m glad.” Moonwing chimed before being cut off by an auguthry, causing her to gasp. Only a soothsayer could see such omens by the patterns of the sun on the snow. It formed a zigzag light on the snow that moved to a needle that she had not cleaned up – stained with a bane shade of red, from the life goo of a feline. Then, the wind bemoaned a chorus: ‘A tom of coming, from she-cat caves, will be the savior of the behaved…’ As the moment of omen faded, Moonwing blinked and shook the shock off, it seemed to shock her into the omen every time she went to talk... Her gaze fell on the feline that sat before her, in shock too, of what had just happened - he did not hear or see anything but Moonwings apparent shock and off stare. \--

[{Otter}]

The silence was expected. Heck, even Ottersplash knew this couldn't be an easy question to answer. How did one explain such a bizarre happening as being visited by a dead, starry cat? Her gasp? Not so expected, but maybe she was just surprised by his interest, eh?

But surely it wasn't that hard of a question to answer. When Moonwing's silence continued, Ottersplash's pale yellow eyes glanced towards her, widening slightly as he noted the look of strain and tension on her face. Moonwing did not look happy right now. Her previously calm, content demeanor was gone, replaced by some emotion that looked like confusion, but...why? What was there to be confused about?

"You okay, Moonwing?" he mewed, chocolate head tilting to one side as he stared at the medicine cat. "Uh...sorry if...I wasn't supposed to ask that?" Dumb rule, if that was the case. Why shouldn't he ask her questions like that, eh? What was so wrong with that. But she looked really stressed. Too stressed. Maybe she was getting sick.

What do you do if the medicine cat gets sick? he wondered, ears pricking forward in interest. Heh, what a question. What did one do? Whoa, focus, Ottersplash, he thought suddenly, shaking his head roughly. Moonwing hadn't moved, really. She was just kind of staring at him. "Moonwing?" he repeated, rising slowly to chocolate paws and padding the few mouselengths towards her. Sitting just before her, he gave her a rough lick across the forehead, hoping to knock her out of whatever trance she had entered into. Medicine cats are bizarre, he thought.