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Previously, in Cheetah's Flight
Thicket
Rowanglade, Ashpaw, and Muddypaw
A first lesson
Medicine Cat’s Den, WindClan Camp, WindClan Territory
16
Healing is a matter of time,
but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.
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Rowanglade glanced outside the entrance of her domain. The camp floor was still showing the evidence of the morning’s drizzle but the clouds that could be seen in the sky above the outer wall were thinning. Leaf-fall still didn’t have a strong hold yet, the season drawn long by the blue moon that was coming. But it was an excellent time to educate her apprentices on the matter.
She had assembled the pair after giving them the morning to get to know each other a bit. It was unusual to have two apprentices so close to the same age, but not unheard of. There were very old legends, rarely told, about callings of a pair. Certainly these pairs were usually true twins that had shared a sac in the womb. The story of Ashpaw and Muddypaw was different, but training together would still leave both of them changed. For the better, she couldn’t help but hope.
“Once a year StarClan gives us a season that’s longer than normal, one with an extra moon in it. This year it’s in leaf-bare, and the next moon.” Rowanglade began, pitching her voice so that even if they’d be distracted they would likely hear.
Sapling
Let’s have some fun!
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It had only been a couple of days since Muddypaw had attended the Gathering that had changed her life. Less time still, since she had said her goodbyes to her clan and travelled with Rowanglade into Windclan’s territory. The moor left her feeling unsettled and her first night in the camp had left her feeling homesick. She desperately missed the smell of pine and the comforting closeness of the forest. How Windclan slept so easily when they were so exposed was a complete mystery to the classic torbie she-cat. She wasn’t one to complain, however, and she had taken the morning’s meal to observe the camp and talk to Ashpaw.
Now, however, Muddypaw sat before Rowanglade, trying not to let her mind wander by the happenings in Windclan’s camp. Every so often the breeze that seemed to never stop, brought a new scent to the young apprentice and her attention would waver as she wondered what it was. As Rowanglade spoke, the cinnamon torbie found herself drawn in and she listened closely. “Why does Starclan bless us with an extra moon?” she chirped, ears up and forward to hear the answer. “And why is this one in leaf-bare? Also how do we know which moon is going to be an extra moon? Is it because the weather doesn’t seem to be getting colder? I’ve been told that leaf-bare’s when the weather gets colder and colder until it becomes so cold frost starts to appear.”
Muddypaw couldn’t help the barrage of questions that left her muzzle but when she finally quietened, she had the decency to look apologetic and mutter a quiet, “Sorry.” The young, mottled she-cat couldn’t help herself. When something caught her interest, she just enjoyed asking about it. Unlike sessions where she had to apply the knowledge, these kind of sessions garnered Muddypaw’s intrigue more. She loved hearing about everything that she could, whereas during practicals her worries about whether she was doing things correctly would often curb her enthusiasm.