i am a poor pilgrim of sorrow

[sydney ♑]

spiderthorn, windclan medicine cat !
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[/i] work the tom would recover in due time.

This is what he said to his family, at any rate. His sister, sniveling she-cat she was, had been to visit the tom every day now. She was at his side enough to grate on Spiderthorn's nerves. He had never desired Rookfeather's attention as a kit- he had no desire for it now that he was full grown and in such a position of power.

None the less- her attention he did have- and it had cost him his morning. He had spent it tending to the dark tom when he could have spent it among his people or at Palestar's side. At least she had brought Ravenkit with her and he had been able to educate her some. If he was to take on an apprentice- at least it would be her. She was moldable- and as the kit of both his sister and Palestar's brother- closely related enough that he could-

"Ravenkit," He mewed, ears pulling back as he stepped out of his den into the camp, "Come." There was more to being a medicine cat than just healing, now. There were cats to see, speak to-

Masses to teach.

Ingrates to punish.

Palestar's word needed to be told.

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[Mouse]

Ratpaw, Apprentice.


The sun never seemed to cease on the plains of Windclan's territory. It always seemed to stare hard at the land and either cast long shadows over tiny rock or cook it's inhabitants through and through. Ratpaw however, never minded the sun, and she rather enjoyed basking in it. It turned her dull black fur into a smoldering coal of heat, and she liked that. The camp seemed to be in a cool down, it was calm and tranquil. The usual noise of camp life was gone, the ever moving cats were missing on some assignment, and even nursery seemed to be silent for once.

These days were the worst for Ratpaw. Her mind always seemed twice as foggy, and she always ended up counting the shadows in the camp or the grass blades. She felt the tingle in her spine that always told her when her 'could-of-been' tail would of flicked. She did not like days like to day. Nightheart seemed to be nowhere and that meant no assignments for her,which meant that her frizzily mind had to make a plan. 

She waited and waited in the smoldering sun until, her prey walked up. And by prey she meant Ravenkit and and Spiderthorn. Her paws slipped underneath her and she mind reeled trying to think. She walked over the darkened tom and bounding kit. "Hullo." she called in a greeting,maybe they needed help. Ratpaw would give anything to help any cat at the moment. She hated the feeling in her head at the moment.