Private Thread Rude Awakening - MC's Meeting (7RP'21)

rise from the smoldering pyre of wormwood and weeds
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Nettleplume emerged from the mouth of the cave just behind Pipertuft, his pale pelt stark against the dark stone. The chill in the air bit at his whiskers, yet it was not the cold that sharpened his attention...it was the apprentice in front of him.

Her tail dragged low, bristling faintly as though she carried some of the storm inside her still. Unease clung to her like burrs caught in fur.

He said nothing. His blue gaze lingered for a heartbeat longer than courtesy allowed, then shifted forward again. StarClan’s voices echoed in his ears, loud enough without the need for words. Instead he let silence speak, paws placing themselves carefully on the wet stone as he kept close at Pipertuft’s flank as they all waited for the rest to emerge.

Don’t compromise yourself - you’re all you have.

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A mostly white body slipped from the shadowy entrance, flanking Tigerrush to the best of her ability, perhaps a little behind her if anything else. Robinpaw glanced over at Pipertuft, offering a smile as is would be the best she could do. She hadn't exactly seen how the medicine cats acted after these meetings but silence seemed procedure as she noticed no other cat was speaking.

The calico she-cat weaved her way through the cats and curled her tail over her paws when she took a stand near the other medicine cat apprentice, giving her another faint smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, it was as genuine as she could make it after seeing the vision.

From her experience, medicine cats swore StarClan's secrecy and she was no different, instead, she held her tongue on whatever she may have wanted to say. If she had any concerns beyond the obvious, she left a note to talk to Tigerrush later when this night blows over.

Healing is a matter of time,
but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.

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Rowanglade looked hard at her apprentice for a moment before clearing her throat. There was much to discuss, but she felt her first point was incredibly important to cover and something that wouldn’t take long.

”Before the gathering I intend to put Pipertuft before StarClan for their approval. If StarClan finds her worthy, I will retire and leave the care of WindClan her capable paws.”

First we make our choices. Then our choices make us

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Pipertuft looked sharply at her Mentor, ears rising. She was surprised with how at adds with Laughingfox this new plan was. Certainly it meant he was wrong about what was to come.

Her eyes remained troubled.

Rowanglade couldn’t retire without Pipertuft to take her place.