Post by Gentlestar on Jul 25, 2013 17:20:58 GMT -8
It was midnight. The moon's reflecion glowed over a small lake in SeaClan's territory. Pitch-black in the medicine den, Pebbledawn awoke, half-dreaming. She needed to speak to (Star?)Clan. They were summoning her. She silently walked out of her camp and towards (Moonpool?) Half-concious, she strayed into ArcticClan's territory, knowing that no cat would dare hurt a medicine cat. Medicine cats were not part of normal everyday Clan rivalries; they walked the paths of (Star)Clan, and had access to others territories when in dire need. Some cats didn't follow this, but most did. However, most were just agressive. Then, when she was about to leave the territory, a crack of twigs from behind her made her awake fully, and be as stiff as a feather on a cold winter day.