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Peppernose

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Dec 6 2017, 08:55 PM
It felt like it had been such a long time since the medicine cats had gathered at the moonstone. Even though she lived so close to it, Peppernose could hardly remember what the sacred rock even looked like.

She was tired, her usually wide eyes drooping. Her tail hung low and uncurled. Skyclan's medicine cat had had a rough couple of moons. Between Equinoxstar's disappearance, Elkpath's illness, Tumble's death, and StarClan remembers what else, Peppernose felt like she was drowning in hardship after hardship. Her contact with StarClan had been minimal, too, and in this time of struggling she felt as though they were ignoring her, leaving her without guidance or answers. This trip was long overdue.

Peppernose sat down near the entrance to Moonstone to wait for the other clans' medicine cats. She wondered what they had been up to, what their clans were doing. When was the last time she had even attended a gathering? Concern for Elkpath during his sickness and fear for other kits since Tumble's murder had kept the tiny tuxedo close to her den; she didn't want to leave in case she was needed and there was something she could do about it. Only now did she finally feel comfortable in venturing beyond the territory again.

Well, hopefully the others had better luck that her... Though now that she thought about it, did she even know who the other medicine cats were anymore?

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Sep 1 2017, 07:58 PM
Sleeping restfully was difficult in these days. There was too much going on, too much to worry about. Disappearing suns and leaders, starved kits, bloodthirsty gangs on the horizon. The only thing more troubling to Skyclan's medicine cat was that when she did sleep, she always awoke without having been disturbed. No dreams, no messages, no signs- StarClan had been completely silent to her, not offering her the slightest hint in what was going on in the world or in her clan.

As she settled into her nest that night, Peppernose figured her subconscious would once again remain quiet. She kneaded her bedding slowly and sleepily, pushing the moss into just the right shape before slowing sinking down into a comfortable position. The smell of herbs and Elkpaw nearby swirled around her, the light glow of the moon creeping into the den a soft comfort in the dark.

Sleep came gently and easily for once, the tired tuxedo swiftly drifting off into slumber.

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Jun 20 2017, 10:58 AM
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The moon was high, the light of its waning crescent cast upon the mountain and highstones like a spotlight, unhindered by clouds. Warm greenleaf air whistled through the rocks and crevices, creating an eerie, echoing lullaby for the clan settling into its new home.
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Peppernose was curled up in a soft bed of moss on the floor of her new den. Her nose and ears twitched occasionally as she slept, toes flexing every now and then as though she were reaching for something. Simple dreams danced through her mind, the kind of which she would have no memory of come sunrise despite her body's investment. Things were going well, and she had earned this deep sleep.
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Fire.
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A flash of flame erupted before her mind's eye. She recoiled from its brilliance, straining to keep her eyes open just enough to make sense of the image in front of her. In seconds the medicine cat realized she was looking up at the sun. Confused, Peppernose tilted her head and noticed a different image- a full moon. Taking a step back, she realized the two great celestial orbs were both sitting high in the sky, perfectly level with each other; the moon before a dark background of Silverpelt and the sun on a cloudless day. It was as though the sky was split perfectly in half between night and day.
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And there was something else: a large star, placed exactly between moon and sun.
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<i>Equinox...star?</i>
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Peppernose awoke with a start, already halfway on her paws. She looked around and saw that she was back in her den. Outside, the sun was rising, the moon already out of sight. A normal day. Except...
<p>
Squinting, she noticed there was still one star, just barely visible in the sky. Peppernose knew she had just received a message from StarClan- the first one she had seen since their escape from the lab. But what did it mean? The medicine cat sat at the entrance of her den, staring up at the sky as she considered the images that StarClan had shown her. It was well into the morning before she made her decision.
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Peppernose leapt down to the ledge where their leader would call meetings. It was slightly strange to stand on it herself, but she had no hesitation in taking the position, for she was confident in her objective. She cleared her throat.
<p>
<b>"Let all cats old enough to scale the cliffs gather here for a clan meeting!"</b> the medicine cat called, her voice a powerful force that carried through the camp. She looked around at her clanmates as they began to gather. <b>"I have an important announcement. Last night, I received a clear message from StarClan. They have told me whom they have chosen to accept the title of SkyClan's leader."</b>
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Her words were blunt, to the point. There was no use in beating around the bush, even if it was unusual to announce that their chosen leader was not the one who should be leading the clan. She took a breath and gave time for her words to settle before she continued.
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Jun 18 2017, 09:22 PM
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Now that camp and territory had been established, there were other important things that needed to be done in order for SkyClan to catch up with its neighbors. Fortunately, it seemed like SkyClan had picked an excellent time to escape from the lab- even though greenleaf was nearly upon the land, the flora and fauna behaved more like a bountiful newleaf. There were flowers and herbs abound, and everywhere one looked, there was prey running and fluttering about. It was all perfect for a medicine cat with an empty storage.
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Peppernose was up bright and early that day, hopping up and down the cliffs to pick out some of the herbs that she had noticed poking out of the cracks in the rock. She was probably driving her clanmates nuts with her running around so early in the morning, back and forth between her new den and every corner of the camp. It wasn't long before she had run out of things to pull off the mountain, though, and she had to prepare to go out into the rest of the territory to find more of the medicines she needed.
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<b>"I'm going herb hunting!"</b> she had announced loudly on her way out. <b>"I'm taking Elkpaw and anyone else who wants to help and learn about herbs."</b>
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With that, the medicine cat had sprinted out of camp to identify more places to gather herbs, only stopping to wait for those whom had followed her when she remembered them a few moments later.
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<div class="jarmacabretext">The sharp cold of the shiny, hard floor was not something a cat's paws should have to get used to. The small medicine cat didn't know if she'd ever get used to this feeling, the stone-but-not-stone that coated the entirety of this Twoleg place. There was no dirt, no grass, no trace of the outside world at all. Even the air was different, stiffer, stiller.
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Peppernose paced around the closed in "den" that her and her clan mates were being kept in, a mind numbing activity that she found herself doing far too often. Her limbs ached for the running and jumping she had been born for, her senses longing the fresh, familiar scents of the forest she had called home.
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Here, there was nothing but this "clearing", a common area where the cats of SkyClan were free to move around together. But the space was hardly even the size of a camp, flat and frozen with nothing but a few kittypet toys for entertainment and climbing. And this isn't even where SkyClan spent most of its time.
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The sides of the den were lined with smaller compartments..."cages", each one crammed with up to three cats at a time. It was in these prisons that the SkyClan cats were forced to sleep and each the stale, dry kittypet food the Twolegs offered as their only sustenance. If they were lucky, the Twolegs would let them out into the more open area, either in small groups or all at once. If they weren't lucky, they were taken into completely different areas, where anything could happen...
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Peppernose shuddered at the thought. Many cats had been taken away by the Twolegs and returned with mental or physical injuries, or both, if they were returned at all. The few times Peppernose experienced this, the Twolegs poked and prodded her, shoving her into various cold contraptions she didn't understand, sticking her with sharp sticks and taking her blood. And they watched her. They watched all the cats, constantly. She could feel their eyes at all times, even when she couldn't see them!
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Finally, the medicine cat forced herself to sit down and take some deep breaths. She was a healer, and if she let her anxiety get the better of her, what good would she be to her clan mates, who needed her desperately in these awful times? Even if she didn't have access to her herbs, she still had her presence, and her head to help keep everyone together...
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Peppernose looked around, surveying the clearing. Was everyone keeping together?
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