starclan would roll their eyes (o)

[dewcloud]

DEWCLOUD

If the silver-streaked cats of StarClan were watching her now, they would probably roll their star-filled and holy eyes.

Dewcloud shifted her own eyes from left to right, trying to get a panoramic view of the entire forested area surrounding the Burnt Sycamore. The fleshy pink pads that had always been so reliable to her as a physically inactive medicine cat were screaming in protest, unused to standing among the needles of pine trees for extended periods of time. She tried the practice of shifting her weight from pad to pad, but learned what most apprentices did on their first day out in the forest for a long while - it's a futile pursuit. All that did was make them sting more, and she wasn't the most coordinated or balanced individual in the first place. She teetered ever so slightly on her unsteady legs. A logical cat might see her relatively muscled frame and wonder why she was having so much difficulty; a cat who knew Dewcloud would wonder how she was still standing.

"What's the point of there being trees in ShadowClan anyway, StarClan? There isn't much point to this. Not at all, not at all." Her voice was soft and light, floating in the cold wind that made her wish she had a thicker pelt; however, she was getting a little exasperated. "StarClan, oh StarClan. Why must you torture us mortals so?" She gave a little puff of a sigh, impatience and a hint of immaturity in her expression. She didn't understand why life had to be so fair sometimes, not letting ShadowClan and its pine trees be exempt from leaf shed since they hurt so bad. It was year-round, too. I thought political correctness only existed in the minds of mousebrains. The medicine cat's mind was beginning to drift away, jocular in her inner raving at StarClan. Then, she stepped on a pine cone.

"Foxdung!" she hissed. It wasn't exactly agony, but her untrained paws weren't thanking her. After sitting down on the most needle-free place she could, she licked her pads with a condescending tongue, none too pleased with her paws for being such weaklings. Her eyes closed in concentration, forgetting her motives for being at the Burnt Sycamore. Then, her tongue stopped dead in its tracks and her eyes snapped open. Oh, right. The catmint.

Her eyes darted about again, in a way that could be described as joyful if you weren't intuitive enough to sense her anxiety. She decided eventually that if she couldn't see any cats, they weren't there. Of course, she was aware of the fact that her senses were not the best; nevertheless, it was the best she could do. The Burnt Sycamore was the only place she was aware of where catmint freely grew. Disease was not running rampant, so she didn't see any harm in taking some for her merriment...besides, she'd take some back to camp.

Often, when you must justify your actions before you do them, that means you're not doing the right thing. Dewcloud's mother's words rang through her head as she searched for the catmint, trying to muffle them as she opened her mouth to scent the sweet, euphoria-bringing herbs. Trust your instincts; have integrity.

WORDS: 536.
STATUS: Open for ShadowClan cats~
MUSE: Medium-high and from nowhere
OOC: Woooh.

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[Willow]

Blackmoondidn't know where he was going, he was just following his paws. Did it really matter where so long as he stayed in his own territory? No. No it didn't. He wasn't on patrol, he wasn't needed to hunt and by StarClan he didn't want to stay in the camp any longer. If apprentices didn't stop staring at him, he would have to move his den permanently outside of the camp, away from their little staring eyes. The young cats were the worst. Older cats, he could deal with, but those little guys just never stopped thinking he was a ghost or holy cat.

The tom's black and white fur was bristled in irritation and slight anxiety as he padded through the evergreen forests of ShadowClan territory. Moon-silver eyes stared straight ahead as the big tom walked, lost in his thoughts. So, Willowstar was going to attack ThunderClan? He prayed silently to his warrior ancestors that she would not choose him to join the raiding party. But then, why would their great leader take such a worthless warrior. He scoffed bitterly and continued his aimless trek.

Cold enveloped the ShadowClan warrior and he shivered. If I am some holy cat, couldn't you have made me immue to cold? he complained silently to his ancestors. Blackmoon had originally not believed in the superstitious mutterings of his Clanmates. A crescent moon and silver eyes did not a StarClan cat make. Yet... after so many moons of listening to the same thing over and over again, he had begun to believe it himself. It was with anxiety and fear, not arrogance, that Blackmoon viewed his supposed situation though. He had not asked to be some "chosen cat" and quite frankly, the idea of having to fulfill StarClan's wishes terrified him.

Blackmoon ruffled his pelt, dispelling these thoughts and hurried onward. He tilted his head to one side as he heard a voice. It was close by but he did not recognize the cat from sound alone. A drifting scent verified the name, however. Dewcloud, ShadowClan's medicine cat. Blackmoon's silvery eyes hardened slightly. This cat held the position he had so coveted and she was so much younger than he was. He should have been medicine cat. But no, StarClan choose her instead.

He signed and willed those bitter thoughts away. He might as well see what she was up to and if she needed help. Pushing through the bushes, he saw a sight he had not in a thousand moons expected. Dewcloud was there with a catmint plant. Though the medicine cat had gathered some to take back to camp, she was now staring at the leaves, mouth open and taking in their sweet scent. Blackmoon was torn between amusement and outrage as he stepped into the open below the Great Sycamore.

"Somewhere there is a StarClan warrior laughing hysterically. Yet, somewhere there is one rigid with anger," those were his quiet greeting words. Blackmoon could never speak plainly, preferring philosophical mutterings and riddles.

[dewcloud]

DEWCLOUD

Dewcloud had sensed no one, too overcome by the sweetness of the herb's scent to manage to hear a twig breaking - much less a senior warrior creeping up behind her. She was just about to snap off a little more, just about to snap the stem of the stalk right at the base where it was still living underneath the canopy of half-dead leaves...until...

She whipped her head around at the sound of another cat's unhidden footsteps, the muscles of her legs instinctively tensing. She was ready to run if she had to. Being a medicine cat, she wasn't trained in fighting. Being a pacifist - well, fighting was still out of the question. Adrenaline pulsated through her body, golden eyes blank in their quest to discover what was frightening her so. She was beside herself with worry that it was Willowstar, coming to banish her to the forest. Even worse, what if the usually-silent deputy, Duskfrost, yelled at her? What would happen then? She'd be condemned forever if someone so intelligent scolded her fiercely! STARCLAN, save me! Her mind was filled with her self-preservative yowls, though her lips were open only because she had forgotten to close them.

She closed her eyes as she spun on her heels to face the cat that had come up behind her, chest rising and falling with the beating of her strangled heart. I've really done it now, I've really done it now. She was scared to let her eyes take in the identity of the cat that had caught her, guilt and an unwillingness to repent for her actions clouding her mind and body. Maybe, maybe if I don't see him, he's not really there... Then, he started to mew. Oh, foxdung. Foxdung, foxdung, foxdung in the mouths of a thousand kits! Sound was a more reliable way to gather information than sight, in her humble opinion. Your eyes can be deceived easily, if you let them - ears were different. It's difficult to have an illusion touch you with your eyes closed. Nevertheless, she hesitantly opened them. Dewcloud knew that the cat existed and had a slight inkling as to who it was, so there wasn't too terribly much harm in it.

"Somewhere there is a StarClan warrior laughing hysterically. Yet, somewhere there is one rigid with anger." She caught him with her gaze right as he began to speak his second word, her inner turmoil only lasting a few moments. Oh, StarClan! What are you trying to tell me?! Isn't he your chosen cat, or something? Please send me a sign! Is he your sign to me, signifying your displeasure? I know I've never had a strong bond with you for a medicine cat, but I'm sorry! I'll pray every day! I'll interpret your signs everywhere...Willowstar will be happy! Hey, maybe if I start doing that, I can tell her that StarClan says we can't fight! Right?! But that'd be a lie, wouldn't it?! I barely know you, oh so starry StarClan cats! Would lying anger you? I'm sure it would...foxdung, foxdung. Hey, what did he say again?

Dewcloud went over his phrase in her mind rapidly, eyes flashing as she did so as she waited for him to scold her like a little apprentice. Right, so he's telling me about what StarClan thinks of my actions and how they can be interpreted differently. Some may take offense to it, other in good humor. StarClan, please let him be one of the good-humored ones. Please! She failed to recognize that she was thinking of the moon-marked tom as if he had already ascended into StarClan's rank.

She responded with what she thought the most logical thing to say. "So what do you think about it?"

The panic was out of character for her. Then again, so was getting caught doing things she shouldn't be.

WORDS: 664.
MUSE: Medium.
OOC: Ramble, ramble, ramble. ^^;

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[Willow]

The black tom stood beside a pine tree with half-closed silver eyes focused on the tortoiseshell medicine cat. She spun around with a look of near terror on her face. Was she really so afraid of punishment for smelling a few leaves? Sure, there were some cats who would view it as neglect of her duties. But she wasn't truly harming anything, was she? But, she was young and jumpy still. Blackmoon shuffled his paws upon the cold, hard ground before seating himself beneath the pine tree.

Dewcloud was looking panicked and slightly frantic after he spoke. Blackmoon broke eye contact, wondering if his unnerving eyes were adding to her discomfort. The strange tom turned his eyes skyward with a sigh. It was sunhigh and the stars were veiled by the blinding yellow orb in the sea of blue. Why couldn't it be night forever? Then the stars would always be shining in the sky, always sending their ghostly glow onto the land below. Always the moon would be shedding its silver light across the Clans. The moon had such a calming, gentle light, so unlike that of the harsh, bright sun.

Blackmoon looked away from the offensive sun quickly, staring into the depths of the evergreen forest instead while Dewcloud collected herself. He was used to this, this internal struggle cats felt when they talked with him. They almost seemed to believe he was a StarClan cat and they had to make a good impression on him. But maybe he was, how did he know? Maybe StarClan was messing with him, failing to tell him that he was one of them. Maybe it was an experiment of the starry ancestors.

"So what do you think about it?"

Blackmoon blinked and looked at the small medicine cat. He had nearly forgotten about their conversation. It took him a moment to register what she was asking. What did he think? The silver-eyed tom blinked once more as realization hit him. He had been right, she was viewing him exactly as she would view a StarClan cat. A cat she needed a good impression on and whose opinion she needed. He didn't feel like trying to correct her, so he went with it.

"Though I do not know if it is my place to judge, I feel that you are doing no true harm. You have done your duty well," he nodded to the pile of collected herbs. "Maybe there is no reason for anger at your actions." He dipped his head slightly, hoping he made some sense. "Though, I have no clue why you are doing it," he added as an afterthought, silver eyes puzzled.