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[GHOSTIE. ♥]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2hxy14.png] The gray she-cat had been out all day collecting herbs and teaching Mistpaw a few things. She took Mistpaw's training at a lax and reasonable rate. Her own training had happened so quickly, because he mentor was on his death bed when she asked him to become his apprentice. To this day, she didn't know if she regretted the decision or not. Some days she did, when her heart longed for Snakewind. Some days she didn't, when she got to save the life of a clan mate. All in all, she was confused about her purpose in life. She was forty moons old, she should know what she wanted to do, but she didn't. It all just changed from day to day, and she couldn't talk to anyone about it. She'd considered going to her brother with her delimah, the two of them had been very close as kits, but since they walked such different paths they didn't speak too much anymore. They were friends, but the relationship was distant, and she didn't know how he would react. She didn't know how any cat would react. She didn't know if they would hate her for being so foolish, or if the would pity her for the same reason. She sighed and laid her head down on her paws. Her stomach grumbled a bit, but she didn't feel like moving. Her paws ached from all of the walking she'd done, and all she wanted was to rest. Most cats only had to worry about being physically exhausted, but she was both physically and mentally exhausted on almost a daily basis. Even though she tried to focus on her duties and teaching Mistpaw everything she needed to know, her mind always strayed. StarClan seemed to pity her, because they never said anything to her about her love and they didn't ignore her either. They were cats too. Wise, but they had lived once. They had experience love, even some of the Medicine Cats. She jumped slightly when a cat stumbled through the entrance to her den. She couldn't tell if they were injured, clumsy, or what, but she rose to paws quickly and padded over to them. "Are you alright? Do you need help?" Her tones were kind and warm as usual. No matter the war going on inside her heart, she was kind to everyone around her. 339 words, muse okay, post is open.

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[Sparrow]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/do9ftz.jpg] Swanfeather was sitting outside the warrior's den, her thin black tipped tail neatly rested upon her snow white paws. A small yet gentle breeze blew through her thin layer of fur, causing chills to enter her spine. After giving a quick shiver she began to lick at her fur to smoothen out the ruffled strands of her pelt. She couldn't complain really, at least the winter winds were over and these light breezes were warmer than they were. She liked the quiet of the mornings, the solitude of just being there without any suspicious glances or judging glares, it was nice. Though at the same time she hated her over self conscious nature, why couldn't she be confident like everyone else? She felt like a prisoner within her whole clan, scorned for something she never did, something she prevented even! They looked at her as if her past was doomed to be her future and all she wanted to do was desperately leave it behind. The female heaved a sigh, she knew it wasn't as simple as just wishing it to go away it never would. Though there was no murderous blood on her paws she still looked at them as if they were so tainted. the taint will consume you sooner or later.. the voice in her head cooed, and the patched female shook her head. She would not let the voice take over, as it had various occasions before. Those times were know as her "episodes" though they come and go like heat waves most times, though the aftermath lasted for about a week or so depending on the mood she was left in. Swanfeather hated feeling like a freak, like she would never recover from the trauma going on inside her head. This was temporary right? The voices, the episodes, the nightmares they would go away wouldn't they? The female shuttered at the thought and quickly got to her paws. awww you hurt my feelings, why would you want me to leave? the voice sounded hurt. "Knock it off, I know you better.." she hissed lowly at the voice, the voice was not kind it acted like it had emotions but really it was only hiding the darkness within. The darkness that she was so scared would take over and she would just end up dead somewhere, or worse wake up to someone dead from her paws. It was like a white light that blinded her mind, clouded her conscience to the point she didn't know what she was doing. Now those occasions were rare, very rare she fought to keep her mind from going over that point. She panicked a little and without realizing it, tripped over her own paws into into the medicine cat's den. Blinking her green eyes in alarm as Willowpelt came to her aid. Swanfeather flicked her green optics up at the other female. "I...er...I'm sorry." she muttered gently. How is it that you can't even talk to your own clanmate? the voice laughed and Swanfeather flinched, she was useless. "I'm ok, I think." she managed to add on, her head hung low like a scolded kit.

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[GHOSTIE. ♥]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2hxy14.png] For a moment, the she-cat was disappointed that it wasn't Snakewind who had tumbled into her den. She knew it was selfish and terrible of her, but sometimes she hoped he would need her, or pretend to, so they could spend some time together. She knew that they had agreed that time apart was the best thing for both of them, but she was starting to doubt it. In fact, she'd doubted from the day they'd made the agreement about twenty moons ago. The feelings of hurt and need should have diminished with time, but they hadn't. She just had to face the fact that even though she could walk with StarClan and she knew how to treats cats didn't meant that she'd been meant to. In fact, she knew that she hadn't. After all, if she loved Snakewind more than her job it was pretty obvious. But she couldn't let her love for him blind her to the fact that the clan needed her. If she left her position and ran away, then what? Then the clan would be left with an apprentice who barely knew anything and they would probably die. She turned her attention back to the cat who'd fallen into her den so early in the morning. It was Swanfeather. The she-cat had always acted funny, almost like she didn't feel comfortable around her own Clanmates. Willowheart had been alive and treated both Swanfeather and her brother after their tumble when they were playing as apprentices. They'd both given the clan quite a scare, but it turned out that the biggest threat to them had been their own mother. Nightmist had slaughtered Airpaw, and then had to be driven off of the territory. Everyone in the clan knew that the loss of her last family member had been hard on the young Swanpaw, but maybe it had been harder on her then they all had thought, from the way she behaved. No matter what she acted like, she was still a Clanmate, and Willowheart would care for like any other. Willowheart was a cat who believed strongly that a cat's past wasn't what they should be judged by. She nosed around on Swanfeather gently, and came to the conclusion that she wasn't hurt at all. She couldn't detect and cuts or bruises on the young she-cat. Willowheart sat back on her haunches and wrapped her long gray tail tightly around her paws. "You should be more careful from now," he voice was as gentle and kind as it always was, "What has you up so early, if you're having trouble sleeping I can give you a few poppy seeds from now on."

[/color] She smiled gently. She knew a cat with a past like Swanfeather's would probably have some guilt issues.

462 words, muse okay.

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[moonshine]

Moonshine stands in the camp clearing, looking at the sky. She blinks, remembering the work the clan's medicine cat had done earlier and went over to the fresh-kill pile. She examines it for a heartbeat before grabbing a small rodent from the top. She walks over to the medicine cat den, her pawsteps steady in Whitestar's abscence. She walks past Swanfeather and drops the long-tailed rodent near a nest.

"Thought you might be hungry Willowheart," Moonshine says with a smile. "After what you've done since sunrise, I wouldn't be surprised." She turns to Swanfeather. "Hey Swanfeather. You alright?" She tilts her head, her eyes shimmering with slight worry for the fellow warrior. Her mind was far from Whitestar at that moment. Only a few things would bring him to her mind when Moonshine's thoughts were elsewhere.

Moonshine had great respect for the clan's medicine cat and the other warrior. Though the cats had dissagreements, an injured warrior would not be good for the clan. Also, Moonshine had found a kind of friend in the younger warrior. If a friend was injured, Moonshine would like to know, although it wasn't her business. She was allowed to be concerned, though. Nothing Moonshine knew said otherwise.

Note: Kinda a fail. Working on it. It's a bit late here, later than I'm used to staying up. If you guys want me to, I'll edit this in the morning. Just PM me if you want me to edit this post.

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(( ooc: Moonshine, the minimum word count on this site is at least 200. If you add in all that your cats are feeling and describe what's happening around them, this shouldn't be too hard. Before anyone replies, could you edit that post please? You'd be doing a huge favor to everyone. Thanks~ ))

[Sparrow]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/do9ftz.jpg] Swanfeather started to draw tiny invisible circles with her paw tip, she knew she caused a lot of problems. She really didn't mean to, she just always ended up stumbling into the wrong situations. Her ears fell flat upon her head before she lifted her green optics up at the medicine cat. Though she had to admit that she was rather surprised, Willowheart didn't seem really offended by it, more concerned. Though searching deeper she could tell their was some disappointment in her gaze. She didn't mean to make her disappointed in her, she was a warrior she shouldn't be acting like a newly made apprentice. To hide her embarrassment she turned to lick at her chest fur smoothing it down in a few quick licks. "You should be more careful from now," she flicked her gaze up to the medicine cat, lifting her head slowly as well her ears fell again. She shifted slightly on her paws, and sat back onto her hunches. I know.... I didn't mean to. she mewed shyly trying to act at least a bit normal. At this rate they would put her in the elders den for loosing herm ind or something. Her ears angled forward again so she wouldn't look so pitiful. She hated that about herself, she always looked so meek and defenseless. She let her green eyes run along the herb scented den, everything was so neat and organized in here. Though she wondered if the sharp scents gave Willowheart a headache or if she was so used to them that it didn't bother her anymore. "What has you up so early, if you're having trouble sleeping I can give you a few poppy seeds from now on." Her eyes widened in alarm before she shook her head, shaking that alarmed look from her eyes as well. Flicking her tail over her paws to help comfort herself that much better. Poppy seeds meant sleep and sleep meant nightmares, and she didn't want to be trapped in those nightmares. With all the horrible memories controlling her mind for hours with no escape. She shivered she just didn't think she could handle it. I'm ok, just one of those restless nights, nothing to worry about..." she mewed softly, not even really believing herself at the moment. A sound from outside the den caused her lobes to flick and she turned her head to see Moonshine come in. Moonshine was one of the few friends she really had in the Clan, they understood each other for some reason. Already she relaxed slightly at the sight of the other warrior. Hello Moonshine, I'm ok I just stumbled that's all. she explained flushing a bit under her fur, though she was glad it wasn't noticeable. That's far from all and you know it. the voice purred in her ears and she tightly closed her eyes in response, but only for a brief second before she reopened her lids pushing the voice aside for the time being.

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[GHOSTIE. ♥]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2hxy14.png] The appearance of Moonshine startled the gray she-cat. She looked her over apprehensively, scared that the warrior may have injured herself in some way. But a quick sniff, and a visual exam told her that the gray warrior was just fine. She turned her attention back to Swanfeather as she was apologizing. Instantly, Willowheart just shook her head. "There's no need to feel bad, Swanfeather. Everyone makes mistakes." She smiled kindly and looked at the mouse Moonshine had brought her breakfast. It was cold, because the dawn patrol had caught it hours earlier, but Willowheart wasn't picky by any means. She was just grateful that Moonshine had brought her anything at all. She devoured the mouse in a few quick bites and nodded her thanks to the warrior. She then turned her attention back to Swanfeather who was turning down her offer of poppy seeds. She shrugged inwardly. All she could do was offer them, and if Swanfeather didn't want them there was nothing she could do about it. Willowheart, of course, always wanted to help, but when help was denied it couldn't be forced. That was one of the first things she'd learned as a medicine cat. She nodded to her silently, "Very well, just let me know if I can do anything for, okay?" She smiled at both of the she-cats and sat down, curling her tail around her paws tightly. She didn't mind their company, if they wanted to stay. 243 words, muse awful, sorry for the crap post guys, but i had to get something up.

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