Fernpelt looked up and saw Moonice, a flickering of memory burned in her head. ((You were the cat that told me to tell your family that you were okay and you loved your family, right?)) Her subconscious was still worrying about Blastkit, but not her main conscious.
Last Edit: May 31, 2010 14:53:46 GMT -6 by Fernpelt
Name: Fernpelt
Allegiance: TreeClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 24 moons
Personality: Short-tempered and easily annoyed. She tries to stay patient but does a bad job of it.
Appearance: See picture; but green eyes and...slightly different coat.
The sweet sent of honey and roses drifted around the medicine cats, lifting there spirts up high and giving all confort. "We are here, and we are listening. Even when we do not seem like we are." she purred, first appering as a ghostly shadow, then into her white cat self.
Fernpelt, amazingly, did feel comforted. She hadn't been to a medicine cat meeting for 2 moons! She had missed on because of an important injury that needed tending. "Peachwing...what should I do? Cat's in my clan pay no respect to Leaders, Deputies, Medicine Cats, Elders, or Senior warriors! It's not right, and violence solves nothing, though I'm usually tempted." Gernpelt pleaded for advice.
Name: Fernpelt
Allegiance: TreeClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 24 moons
Personality: Short-tempered and easily annoyed. She tries to stay patient but does a bad job of it.
Appearance: See picture; but green eyes and...slightly different coat.
Peachwing turned to the worried cat, with a lovely look in her eyes she spoke softly, like a mother to a scared kitten. "Fernpelt, anger makes us do things we don't always wish to do. Treeclan is currently wanting order, the only thing you can do is talk to your leader and deputy to figure something out to dissapline those who do not have direction. It's the true test of how well you can keep your cool. If nothing is done, nothing will change, everything will stay the same." She placed her tail on the cats shoulder and looked straight into her eyes, Peachwing's were filled with love, wisedom, calmness, and overall care. Every cat to her was like her kit, the kit she never had, and she wanted each of them to never feel the way she felt.
Name: Fernpelt
Allegiance: TreeClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 24 moons
Personality: Short-tempered and easily annoyed. She tries to stay patient but does a bad job of it.
Appearance: See picture; but green eyes and...slightly different coat.
Waterheart looked at the Cloudclan cats,this being his first time at the Shimmering Rocks."Cloudclan,I fear I am not the right medicine cat for Iceclan."
Bloodflame appeared, his Scarlet pelt shining in the light. "Waterheart.....youve trained to be your dream, therefore you are your dream. No cat could ever work harder at it then you. Im pleased to see you as IceClans Medicine Cat and i encourage you to continue your fine work." His Blood red eyes were full of sympathy for this young cat. He too was unsure of his future when he was among the living, constantly doubting himself.
Fernpelt lingered there, Peachwing's sweet scent filling her nostrils. Like the mother she had never met. She half thought that, of course, Peachwing was right. She would talk to Spiritstar...get Moonpool talen care of.
Name: Fernpelt
Allegiance: TreeClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 24 moons
Personality: Short-tempered and easily annoyed. She tries to stay patient but does a bad job of it.
Appearance: See picture; but green eyes and...slightly different coat.
Fernpelt, in her dream state, felt a bot jostled, but not awakened. When a medicine cat is in a dream with CloudClan, she will not awake until the spirit sees it fitting.
Name: Fernpelt
Allegiance: TreeClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 24 moons
Personality: Short-tempered and easily annoyed. She tries to stay patient but does a bad job of it.
Appearance: See picture; but green eyes and...slightly different coat.
"I'm not too...sure," Fernpelt mewed. Her words were a bit faint and drowsy, an effect you get when half awake and half asleep. "Ithink someone is trying to wake me up." Fernpelt warned, trying to keep unconscious.
Name: Fernpelt
Allegiance: TreeClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 24 moons
Personality: Short-tempered and easily annoyed. She tries to stay patient but does a bad job of it.
Appearance: See picture; but green eyes and...slightly different coat.
Peachwing's eyes stared through her soul, "Then wake up, find what is wrong. I'm always there Fernpelt, always by your side..." The white body started become invisable. Soon, it was just her eyes visable. Big and blue, blinking into hers, like a light to a fly. "Go..." she whispered, before her eyes vanished before them.
Fernpelt suddenly woke up, feeling rejuvenated after her meeting with Peachwing and Bloodflame. She turned and saw Blastkit, and her euphoria died away. What was he still doing here? "Blastkit! You said you were leaving!"
Name: Fernpelt
Allegiance: TreeClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 24 moons
Personality: Short-tempered and easily annoyed. She tries to stay patient but does a bad job of it.
Appearance: See picture; but green eyes and...slightly different coat.
Waterheart looked at the Bloodflame."After my life of being a warrior,I never knew I would become a Medicine Cat,not to mention.."His voice trailed off."All my friends in Treeclan."