Post by -^Fire^- on Jun 17, 2009 19:22:36 GMT -5
Quiet, graceful, wise, these are traits of a medicine cat. Pelt white as snow and soft as new feathers, blue eyes crystal clear as they watched the bounding kits below. Only a simple black star made her perfect white pelt not so perfect. Watching over the young in life and death was one of her many responsibilities. Passing advise to those below her in dreams, helping passing cats seek the peace they deserve and sending omen. Half moon was close, and she then could meet with the living once again. Hopeingspirit was one of the many cats of medicine in Starclan. Her mission, to protect Starclan and the other clans from disease and warn them of war and danger. It wasn’t hard, practice makes perfect or so her mentor had taught her many, many moons ago. She sat on a rock looking into one of the pools as kits ran around the Shadowclan camp. Hopeingspirit was content here in Starclan, but she still longed for the warm breeze of later newleaf, the falling of rain and the rustle of new leaves in the trees above her head. But still she lay and watch, besides no one was around at the moment.
