Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Mar 14, 2009 10:04:21 GMT -5
lavenderlace.
A ginger femme hovered at the entrance to Clearstar's den, not quite in, not quite out, but crouched in the entrance so as to not get her pelt wet in the rainstorm. She should just call for her leader now, odds are Clearstar'd already noticed her, and she'd convinced herself a thousand times that she had made her decision. She was going to take on an apprentice, right now, and she knew which one.[/blockquote]
She'd thought about it for a long time, and had finally decided that she needed a companion and a successor. So many moons of treating cats and seeing death first-hand had caused the medicine cat to become a bit cynical, and she often thought that she had to choose an apprentice now, lest the same thing that happened to CloudClan happen to SerenityClan... Then came the next stage, choosing a kit from the nursery or even an apprentice or warrior. She'd looked them over and thought about it, and there was one she-cat whom she thought might be willing to take up duties as a medicine cat.
Lavenderlace took a small breath, then called, "Clearstar? May I speak with you?"
