open } to answer the call, to bring back reality

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ASHENSKY

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:500px; border-top: solid 5px #D916D0, bTable] [atrb=style, background-color: #111111; border-bottom: solid 5px #D916D0, btable] So it calls me, the light of dawn. So it draws me with its schemes ever unseen, so it grazes my skin so subtly, the light of dawn it lures me from my world, tears me from my fancy, it brings me - brings me TO LIFE. The heavens are vast, insanely so great, a greatness, shall we ever comprehend? Thoughts smoldered to birth from the damsel's lips, a fumble of thy mind to sputter the still bodied felis to action as dawn emerged into the paling obscurity of the night. Pools of roseate pigment declined the attempt successful, the flurry of muffled mumbles fell into becoming a mere failed attempt to arise her. Not the dawnlight, glazing the skies for all to rejoice, a genesis of the living whom seep the luminous light of day like precious honey. Forsaken within her abode, a lassie there lie, out sprawled at ill-fitting angles, one might even dare to ponder, is she in pain? The placid thrumming of snores casts an echo, one which surges out into the ample campgrounds of ShoreClan. Luxuriously deep breathing disclosed her state as that of pure harmony. In the midst of the rising world, a creature of life here lies, blatantly rebutting the call to revive and emerge to answer the call. Lush, feathered locks were bound into a tightly curled ball, within an evidently over-sized nest deeply lined with cushioned moss. The den itself was pleasant, cool, the atmosphere within withheld serenity, and a little something else, some have said. A meek luminosity lingered inside, just as if the place were bathed in moonshine, rather than true sunshine. The feline's frame shuddered as a breeze stirred loftily into the dwelling, stroking her hide so gently. Clamor from the rising and rustles from still-sleepers were not the first to satiate the morbid silence remnant from the evening's cruise. Birds. Birdsong begun to flicker to life, and so did their wings, one so happened to flutter into the den of a dormant girl, to sing with such strength to startle Ashensky into the waking world at last. A yowl pierced the winds as an ungracefully angled sleeper soared to wakefulness. Literally. Tension clasped her lithe bodice as she recovered from having mislanded from the fright. The small bird hurdled about, rhythmically citing a mirthful hymn. She sighed, discharging excess air from strain. Ashensky stiffened lightly before having moved, once more; that yowl must've been heard from miles away. Orbs of rose slithered into the celestial realm above, and there were they poised so stricken by, no..no, it is most definitely not wonder, but might that be, intrigue? What did such portraits in the skies exude? "What power must it withhold." The emptiness of the thought grazed the sleek silence of the abode once more. Odd to gaze into those eyes, riveted to the sky like it had broken apart, distant, as if consumed by the vision of dawn-streaked heavens. Rose hues embellished by gold, laced by lavender dancing with cerulean soon to envelop its realm. So they danced upon her eyes, the lights of many colors. As clouds streaked and rose, the lass breathed, a breeze slipping into her parted maw, to its path of consumption for the lady's little bodice. "And more than once again, duty's hymn calls to me." So she hummed lightly as she padded to the den's depths to reach the herbal storage. The precious herbs at her paws lie before her, the business? Revise. Is there enough? Is it rotten? Is there anything trying to eat it? At once, a petite mouse dashed from a small cavern among the walls, dashing to snipe it within her stubby-set claws. "I have captured you. It is truly interesting how you persevered in your hopes to...escape from me. Muffled padders cast an echo she knew far too well, one that often came more than once day by day. Spiraling both nape and eyes, she called into the obscurity, "Who comes there?"

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In the wee hours of the morning, all that could be heard was the steady breathing of the sleeping cats that filled the apprentices den. Small clumps of fur lay sprawled here and there as if they were bits of fluff that had been scattered about. Some curled themselves into tight balls with their paw or tail over their eyes; others lay streached out in their nests, legs going any which way and sticking out at odd angles. The breathing of the clumps was rhythmic and steady, it also helped to keep the den warm in the cool hours before the sun would grace the sky; when all of the warmth of the day before had fled.

Riverpaw lay in her nest, curled in a ball, her tail delicately laid over her nose. Her breathing was steady and deep, that of a cat that was deep in sleep with not a care in the world but the dream that was taking place within her mind at that very moment. At this particular moment, her mind was graing her with a particularly nice dream.

Riverpaw stalked across the ground, listening intently for any sound that she could catch with her delicate ears. She was soundless as she took her time in walking through the forest that was her home. After a time, she stopped and sat, placing all of her attention on the world around her; she even closed her eyes to listen closer.

There it was; what she had been waiting for... A small sound came from off to her right. Small paws were searching for something among the leaves. She smiled to herself, and then parted her jaws to invite the scent in. But something was wrong... The scent that met her was not the one that she had expected. The scent that met her was that of the feline nature, not one of the prey type that she had thought. She had been expecting to taste the scent of a vole or maybe a mouse, but this was different.

That was when she heard it. The small mewling that came from the bushes. It was barely audable from where she sat, but it was there. She got to her paws, and slowly padded toward the sound, ever cautious as she went. As she looked under the bush that was housing the noise, she stopped dead.

Beneath the cover of the leaves was a small bundle, one that was febily moving and emitting small cries for help. She knew that it was in trouble, and now did not hesitate. Riverpaw dove beneath the bush and pulled the small critter from its hiding place, careful to be gentle. She laid it on the ground before her and then curled herself around the baby. It was cold. So cold that it felt like a small piece of ice that was nudging her belly rather than the kit that it truly was.

River knew that she had to get it back to camp, and soon. The cries were becoming smaller and more despirate with each moment that passed. Carefully she picked the bundle up in her teeth and began the treck home. Once she made it to camp, she took the kit to the nursury to beg one of the queens to take it. One queen lay in the den and gladly took the kit from her and fed it and nursed it back to health.

Then time seemed to skip. She found herself by the side of a beautiful calico apprentice. Her apprentice. The kit that she had brought home and taken care of had turned into a beautiful young cat.

River woke with a start and looked around her. The sun was just beginning to come up, and turned the sky from deep velvet to the creamy blue of the early morning. Stars still studded the sky like small diamonds that twinkled in the new light.

She slowly got to her feet, and streached; each limb extending in turn. River padded carefully out of the den, and into the clearing that was the main part of her home, she was on a mission. As she came to the path that led to the den of the medicine cat, Ashensky, she took a deep breath and went on. She entered the small clearing that was home the the meddie, and looked around. River eventually found her in her small den, looking at the herbs that she had stored. As River stood looking on, a pair of pink eyes turned and met her gaze.

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River gave a slight start at the sudden movement of the cat before her. Ashensky lookedc into her face so intently that she thought she might burst into flame, she turned hot beneath her fur. The medicine cat seemed to be even more on edge than usual this morning; but then again it might just be River that was shaken. Never the less, she looked back into the face of the she-cat and waited for the inspection to be over.

Finally after a moment Ashensky looked away as if something else had caught her attention. River relaxed slightly as the female spoke; her eyes coming to meet the smaller cat's once again. Ashensky scented the air, trying to find what had brought the apprentice to her. River smiled and spoke, her voice soft and tentative.

"Nothing is wrong Ashenfur, I simply had something that I wanted to talk to you about. A dream."

To late to go back now, she had to tell the bigger cat. River knew that she could not handle all of the feelings that the dream had brought to her alone. She knew that she needed somone to help her interpret what it might mean, and what, if anything, she should do from here.

River sat and curled her tail around her paws. She may seem calm on the outside, but on the inside it was nothing but chaos. Her mind was a mass of questions and thoughts that just kept swirling and coming back to one thing; what did the dream mean? Was something going to happen? Did it mean that she would soon be a warrior and have an apprentice of her own? Or maybe that she would find love?

And then there were the deeper and more troubling thoughts. Did it have to do with her parents? Why was the kit out there all alone. Did it have something to do with her past; a thought that had been locked away in her memory that had somehow managed to slip to the surface? Or maybe something completely different.

This is why she was here. She hoped that some way Ashensky could answer some of these questions. After all, medicine cats hold the answers to dreams right?