:: Leafbare Calls :: (ANY)

[+: Alixa :+]

The morning air held about itself a certain chill... A chill that foretold of the leafbare soon to come. And every medicine cat knew that it was the last chance to stalk up on herbs that would most definitely be needed for the cold season ahead. But that was to every medicine cat's dismay, as well. There was nothing that saddened Silvershard more than seeing his clan suffer through illness. Each cat was their own masterpeice, their own great peice of art... They were all so different, despite holding about themselves the many similarities that came with being within a clan. And a clan, was like a family. It had the funtioning parts that a family did... The warriors were like a working father or mothe,r providing food and protection for the clan. The kits were, of course, the children, but also the future of the clan. They were the ones that would carry on the traditions and whatnot that made Skyclan last through the many generations that would pass. The queens were the mothers, rearing the children to make great adult cats that would, when they came of the right age, tend to the needs of the clan when the previous warriors retired and became the elders, and in family terms, the grandparents of the clan. They held stories and history that the younger generations hadn't seen or been old enough to understand... And that was how a clan was like a family, in the eyes of Silvershard.

With day just beginning, he looked to the fresh-kill pile. It was small, but he was certain that a hunting patrol had already been set out to take care of the small and easily fixed problem. But then again, the prey was beginning to slip away, as it usually did when leafbare made its way back around. A heavy sigh heaved the large cat's chest, his long, thick fur rippling in a coldf yet gentle breeze. Silvershard had the build of a warrior. Muscular and large, with the equipment to make for a formidable fighter. But that just hadn't been the fate that Starclan chose for him... His siblings had become warriors, but he had chosen the path of a medicine cat. After all, who was to tend to the sick cats in the clan, other than the medicine cat? And his large size and strength only fitted him so that he could move about quicker in order to reach cats that needed his aide, whether they had fallen wounded after a small battle over clan territory, or fending off a fox or badger. Or even if it were a small kit in need of treatment for greencough, the work of a medicine cat was truly never done, and only became more tedious during leafbare. And so, in his sophisticated eyes, he was a great cat to be chosen by Starclan to look after the sick and the wounded. His philisophical nature and natural curiosity only making him more fit for the duties at paw.

He padded toward the fresh-kill pile, taking into his jaws a sparrpw. He was rather partical to birds. Mice were grand and whatnot, and so were voles. But to his tastes, there was nothing better than a crow or songbird... he moved back over toward the medicine cat den, and lay before the entrance, wher ehe began to eat, lifting his golden eyes every now and again to watch the camp begin to stir with life as the sun rose higher in the gloomy gray sky.

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Falconstar padded over to where Silvershard sat, and cast a sidelong glance at him enjoying his sparrow.
"I guess I'm the new leader now," he said softly, looking up. He shivered as a sudden chilly wind passed through the camp, carrying leaves along in random spiral patterns to nowhere.
"We are like the leaves," Falconstar mewed, gazing at them as they twirled in miniature tornadoes and eddies. "There's no telling where we'll be tomorrow, or even if a fresh wind will blow us to a new place in the world." Falconstar lifted his brown-and-white muzzle to the sky, where the last stars were fading in the sky as the sun climbed higher. The gray clouds were shot with golden fire as the sun touched them, and suddenly, the gold was gone, the sun was shining, and a few leaves skittered along in a final whirlwind until they came to rest at Falconstar's feet.
Looking again to Silvershard, Falconstar got up and walked over the leaves, and the wind from his pawsteps carried a couple after him.
"Leafbare is coming. I think I'll see that there's enough good, thick moss in the dens."
Falconstar padded away, shivering slightly as another cold wind rustled through the camp.