Post by Sharktooth on Aug 18, 2009 11:23:03 GMT -5
Sharktooth stuck her nose past the hanging vines that dangled over the entrance to the medicine den, testing the air before padding outside. So far, it seemed only she and Hollystar lived in RiverClan. As the black-and-white she-cat stood for a moment, letting the warm morning sunlight wash over her pelt, she remembered how she had come to live in this wonderful place.
A few sunrises ago, she had been simply Shark, a rogue who had a strange talent for healing. Her father and brothers had tried to teach her to be a fighting rogue, like them, but she had never felt right clawing things to shreds. Of course, she could defend herself almost perfectly, but it had been the last thing she wanted. Her mother, Moonlight, had died last Leafbare, when Shark had been only six moons old. Frost and Waterfall, her brothers, had immediately taken to Foxchaser's teachings, but Shark had preferred to go off by herself and explore the surrounding area. Over time, she began experimenting with some of the herbs she found around their little camp, such as giving Frost some alder bark to chew when one of his teeth had begun to ache, because the flavor seemed to soothe pains like that. She'd patched up a cut on Foxchaser's leg with some cobwebs, because they were sticky and kept blood from flowing so freely, which was dangerous.
However, this had only alienated her further from the group. As there were only two she-cats in their group, it was expected she take a mate, but Shark had never felt any feelings for any of the toms, save for one of general protectiveness, and doubted she would ever have kits. Besides, Dewdrop enjoyed the business of flirting quite enough for the two of them, there were always at least three toms chasing her tail. One night, the blue-eyed she-cat had received a strange dream from a starry cat that called herself Willowshine. The gray tabby told Shark she had once been a medicine cat of a large group called RiverClan, and it was Shark's destiny to carry on her teachings.
Sharktooth laughed as she remembered how she had strove to memorize the use for every herb in the forest, from deathberries to marigold, and learn the laws of the Warrior Code. Two moons later, Willowshine declared her training complete, and told her how to find RiverClan. Foxchaser nearly bit her head off, then had some toms run her off. The she-cat easily gave them the slip, and quickly found RiverClan's camp, which was situated on a small and beautiful island. Hollystar, the leader, had welcomed her, and Sharktooth had settled very well into Clan life. With only her and her leader in the Clan right now, the medicine cat also pulled her weight doing warrior duties such as hunting and cleaning, but they had part of her job back with the rogues, so it was familiar and easy, almost fun.
Sharktooth let out a loud purr, then hooked a fish she had caught yesterday and stretched out to eat in comfort. Perhaps Hollystar was still in camp, the blue-eyed cat would have enjoyed chatting with her. Though conversation did not always come easily for her, as part of her new life, Sharktooth was willing to try anything that would RiverClan become the very best of the four Clans in the forest!
A few sunrises ago, she had been simply Shark, a rogue who had a strange talent for healing. Her father and brothers had tried to teach her to be a fighting rogue, like them, but she had never felt right clawing things to shreds. Of course, she could defend herself almost perfectly, but it had been the last thing she wanted. Her mother, Moonlight, had died last Leafbare, when Shark had been only six moons old. Frost and Waterfall, her brothers, had immediately taken to Foxchaser's teachings, but Shark had preferred to go off by herself and explore the surrounding area. Over time, she began experimenting with some of the herbs she found around their little camp, such as giving Frost some alder bark to chew when one of his teeth had begun to ache, because the flavor seemed to soothe pains like that. She'd patched up a cut on Foxchaser's leg with some cobwebs, because they were sticky and kept blood from flowing so freely, which was dangerous.
However, this had only alienated her further from the group. As there were only two she-cats in their group, it was expected she take a mate, but Shark had never felt any feelings for any of the toms, save for one of general protectiveness, and doubted she would ever have kits. Besides, Dewdrop enjoyed the business of flirting quite enough for the two of them, there were always at least three toms chasing her tail. One night, the blue-eyed she-cat had received a strange dream from a starry cat that called herself Willowshine. The gray tabby told Shark she had once been a medicine cat of a large group called RiverClan, and it was Shark's destiny to carry on her teachings.
Sharktooth laughed as she remembered how she had strove to memorize the use for every herb in the forest, from deathberries to marigold, and learn the laws of the Warrior Code. Two moons later, Willowshine declared her training complete, and told her how to find RiverClan. Foxchaser nearly bit her head off, then had some toms run her off. The she-cat easily gave them the slip, and quickly found RiverClan's camp, which was situated on a small and beautiful island. Hollystar, the leader, had welcomed her, and Sharktooth had settled very well into Clan life. With only her and her leader in the Clan right now, the medicine cat also pulled her weight doing warrior duties such as hunting and cleaning, but they had part of her job back with the rogues, so it was familiar and easy, almost fun.
Sharktooth let out a loud purr, then hooked a fish she had caught yesterday and stretched out to eat in comfort. Perhaps Hollystar was still in camp, the blue-eyed cat would have enjoyed chatting with her. Though conversation did not always come easily for her, as part of her new life, Sharktooth was willing to try anything that would RiverClan become the very best of the four Clans in the forest!