Of foxes, skies, and herbs (nightstar)

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The choice was heavy, so heavy on his heart. Frankly, Flamehowl wasn't ready but clan life moved on and he had to provide this service for his clan. He had to train someone...to take his place. But how? Who could he pick? So many cats in his clan and last time, he had chosen wrong. A young tom's life was forever scared in his birthclan and now he was gone, gone to live in another clan to serve them well. Oh why couldn't he do right by Skywhisper? He tried his best...he did but...he just did so many things wrong. Somehow, Flamehowl fell asleep. Be it passing out or his brain finally shutting up. Though sleep wouldn't be lasting long.

The tom found himself within a open area of land, was this the fields? The meadow? The sound of sniffling reached his ears, causing them to perk as he noticed the heavy fog that seemed to flood in as he advanced. Whispers reached his ears, impossible to make out as he advanced and his gaze narrowed. This was...strange...too strange. What....wait, that was...

Across the way from him was a fox, it's large form laying upon the earth and for a moment, Flamehowl would've spun around and fled. But he noticed it wasn't moving and the sniffling was louder, it puled his green gaze to a kit...a fox kit. Crying and the tom took note of more foxes around it. Subconciously, he took a step forward and his paw landed on the dead leaves and grass, a crunch leaving them as the pressure of his paw made them crinkle and shift.

The fox kit's head spun around, wide green eyes staring dead at him before it quickly rose and with a yipping hiss, it lunged at him with it's paws raised. Slamming into him as the world twisted and swirled as he was sent flying through a void. The whispering never having ended but now..now he knew some words.

"The fox has bite, it strikes, and lashes out.

The Fox has lost all under the Sky.

All it has rests above the sky.

But tis not lost, never lost.

The fox shall guide and stir the flames that are smoldering.

The flames shall flare with healing might with the fox guiding."

A gasp left Flamehowl as he raised his head quickly and his eyes snapped open. His heart was racing as he laid there and he looked around, green eyes wide as he laid there. It took him a few moments to realize the severity of that dream..for it wasn't merely a dream. Starclan spoke to him...a fox...why a fox? Taking a deep breathe, he exhaled before rising to his paws and moving out of the medicine den. It was best to speak to Nightstar now while it was still fresh. It was a short walk outside of his den to get to his destination.

Ironically it was the dead of night and Flamehowl let his gaze glance towards the warrior's den and then the apprentice's den. He could swear that he saw a larger cat in the apprentice den but choose to ignore it for now. Returning his focus to the vision and the task at paw.

"Nightstar, I must speak with you as it's important. Are you in?" Flamehowl asked as he stood outside of his leader's den.

To be honest, Flamehowl looked more tired. Even though it was good to receive visions from Starclan, he'd been having a rough go at sleeping already. Ever since Skywhisper left....well, his feelings were hard to merely shove down.

Nightstar ♡

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[attr="class","nighttag"]#flamehowl

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[attr="class","nightscroll"]the wind was howling outside. it was a frightful night, indeed. yet the sounds of the storm outside were able to lull nightstar into a light doze. the old tom had never been a heavy sleeper, and was often easily roused from his slumber by any slight noises or movements. tonight was no exception. even though he was bone tired, his muscles aching in exhaustion from his almost restless running around as of late helping his clanmates reinforce the camp, he was easily awoken from his sleep by the sound of flamehowl's voice. the leader groggily opened his eyes, letting out a soft groan as he pushed himself into a sitting position. in his half-awake haze, he could hear the sense of urgency in the medicine cat's voice.[break][break]

"very well then. come in." he shuffled backwards a bit to give the other tom room to enter. "what's on your mind?" his whiskers twitched in interest. skypaw... no, skywhisper's departure from windclan had been a tragic event indeed. but he thought that perhaps it was for the better. he didn't need divided loyalties in his clan. and besides, he was sure the pale tom would be much happier in the other clan anyway. regardless, nightstar didn't hold any personal grudges toward skywhisper, and wished him the best in his new home. but though flamehowl was not nearly as old as nightstar, he was no young cat either. perhaps that's what he wants to talk to me about. has he decided to take on another apprentice already?

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[flamehowl]

"Thank you." Flamehowl said as he dipped his head before entering.

The reddish tom took a seat in the space provided and wrapped his bushy tail around his paws. Flamehowl no doubt looked tired, he felt it. Taking a deep breathe, he exhaled before turning his gaze onto Nightstar. Normally he'd apologize for disturbing him so late at night and on a horrible night like this. But it was hard to deal with the howling wind.

"Starclan has spoken to me, they've told me who my apprentice should be...even if I do not feel now is wise but, I must provide this life line for my clan." Flamehowl started. "They showed me a vision of a fox kit surronded by it's loved ones, all of them dead. When they noticed me, they attacked me and I could make out STarclan's voice telling me. The fox has bite, it strikes, and lashes out.The Fox has lost all under the Sky. All it has rests above the sky. But tis not lost, never lost. The fox shall guide and stir the flames that are smoldering. The flames shall flare with healing might with the fox guiding."

Tall ears twitched before he glanced at the entrance of the leader's den, listening to teh wind howl and rage before he returned his focus to Nightstar. At least Flamehowl made it clear that he was uncertain with Starclan sending him the vision so soon and that he felt like he needed more time.

"Tell me, is there a apprentice with green eyes by the name of Foxpaw?" Flamehowl asked. "I'll admit that I've been...a bit behind on some things lately that haven't dealt heavily with...my duties.."

Due to him struggling with his own grief and feelings. How much of a failure he felt...it was stupid. Why did Starclan not deem him worthy of getting his thoughts together? Was it a sign that his time was going to be coming near and that they were trying to ensure Windclan's future? Well..if it was that route, at least Starclan was looking out for Windclan's future.

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[attr="class","nighttag"]#flamehowl

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[attr="class","nightscroll"]ah. so his suspicions had been correct, then. it seems that starclan had picked windclan's future healer already. nightstar listened intently as the flame-colored tom described his dream, eyes widening just a touch in surprise. a fox kit that had lost everything... that sounded like... "hm. we don't have any apprentices by that name. however... there is a young warrior named foxstrike. that could very well be the cat they are referring to." indeed, poor young foxstrike had recently lost most of their family to the recent greencough outbreak.[break][break]

a warrior becoming a medicine cat. not unheard of, but certainly unusual. however, if starclan wills it to be so... "many of foxstrike's kin have passed on to starclan during the pandemic. i imagine they must still be grieving heavily." his gaze softened, just a touch. it was partially his fault for the outbreak-- he'd been the first one to fall ill. and because of it, many had perished, including his own kits... still, he could not allow himself to wallow in self-pity. what's done is done.

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[flamehowl]

A warrior?

Why would Starclan stripe someone of the path they wanted in life? That's the opposite of what he wanted in a apprentice. It wasn't comforting to hear that she lost everything and quite honestly, Flamehowl hadn't been able to save them. He did his best during the pandemic and with Skywhisper by his side. Greencough was just..that dangerous, that deadly. Still, he couldn't surpress the sigh in him at the thought of forcing a warrior into this role.

"Then..that is no doubt who Starclan has chosen." Flamehowl replied.

Ears gave a twitch as he sat there.

"I no doubt she won't be pleased with this change in rank.." Flamehowl commented. "But it's who they've chosen and who I must train. Would you...would you be okay with..accompanying me to do this?"

Flamehowl turned his gaze to his paws, hunching his shoulders somewhat. He wasn't ready for this...and now STarclan was ripping a warrior from what they wanted. He didn't understand..

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[attr="class","nighttag"]#flamehowl

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[attr="class","nightscroll"]if nightstar were being honest, he did think it was just a bit strange. foxstrike was a well established warrior by now. he had no doubt that this change would be incredibly jarring for her. but windclan had no kits at the moment, and very few apprentices, and flamehowl was getting older. he was nowhere near retirement age, like nightstar was, but he still couldn't put off taking another apprentice for too long. so he supposed that their options had been somewhat limited. and besides, they couldn't go against starclan's word.[break][break]

at flamehowl's request, the leader gave a curt nod and slowly stood up. "very well, then. we can talk to her together." even if she didn't like it, she surely couldn't deny orders from both her medicine cat and leader. although he also felt a bit guilty at the idea of forcing a warrior to abandon everything they'd learned and knew in order to go down a brand new path. but if starclan insisted, then so be it. slowly, he ambled toward the den entrance and gestured for flamehowl to lead the way.

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[flamehowl]

Flamehowl hated the idea as well, he hated having to take a warrior out of what they wanted and knew. What good did it do? All it did was build bitterness. It made them angry at Starclan for such a change and could lead to issues. More..issues. That's what he didn't want. The lack of words from his leader didn't help him feel any better. In a way, it made him feel like they were just going along with it due to it being Starclan that told them to do this. So he rose to his paws and headed to go check the warrior's den with Nightstar following.

REaching the entrance of the den was hard...Flamehowl wanted to turn around and just go to bed. Hoping that STarclan would leave him be. But he knew how unlikely that was. So he took a deep breathe and poked his head in.

" foxpaw ?" Flamehowl called in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the other warriors. "Are you in here, Foxstrike?"

The medicine cat took a few more steps in, his tall ears slanted as he did so. It was just a normal den, stop being so nervous.

[foxpaw]

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One of the warrior's ears twitched at the sound of her name. At first she didn't stir until the whispering voice came again. Foxstrike's eyes slitted open and she lifted her head. Who in Starclan's name was calling her name in the middle of the night. Her green eyes were still dull with sleep as she turned her gaze towards the den entrance. A familiar scent of herbs wafted towards her.

"Flamehowl?" she grumbled as she blinked blearily at the tom's figure at the edge of the den. Her tail twiched irritably.

"What... What do you want?" It was hard to tell whether or not the tone her voice took was irritation or just the gravely sound of a cat who'd been woken up from a deep sleep. She swore that she could smell Nightstar just outside the entrance too and she suddenly felt a little too awake as she waited for a response.

[attr="class","ooc-area"]notes — flamehowl flamehowl, Nightstar ♡ Nightstar ♡

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[attr="class","nighttag"]#flamehowl & foxpaw

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[attr="class","nightscroll"]thankfully, the warrior they were looking for was roused fairly quickly. she seemed to be a bit annoyed at being woken up-- but maybe nightstar was reading into it a bit too much. he wouldn't normally take kindly to being woken up from the middle of a deep sleep, either. "foxstrike." the leader rumbled. "i apologize for waking you. however, we have something important we need to discuss with you. could i ask you to meet us in my den?" he didn't want to risk waking any of the other warriors, and besides, this involved foxstrike and foxstrike alone.[break][break]

he gave flamehowl a brief glance before retreating from the entrance of the warrior's den, to leave room for the molly to exit. he could only imagine what must be going through the warrior's head. if he had been in this position, he'd certainly be confused. while he waited for the other two, he glanced up at the sky. thanks to the coming storm, the stars weren't visible behind the dark clouds that covered the sky. a violent wind whipped at his fur. starclan, i hope you know what you're doing.

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[flamehowl]

"My apologizes Foxstrike, sadly it's important.." Flamehowl said.

Honestly, he wished that this wasn't how things had to go but it was. The medicine cat followed Nightstar with Foxstrike in tow, silent the whole while until they were once more in the den. The tom took a seat, wrapping his tail around his paws as he tried to get the courage to tell this warrior that everything she knew had to change. He wouldn't have to teach her how to fight at least..she already knew how but..she was more in the mind of a warrior. Would she be okay on the sidelines? That would..take a great deal of her getting used to..she might never get used to it.

Taking a deep breathe, the tom's ears twitched and he looked to the she-cat. He did his best to prepare for a outburst of anger, to be yelled and hissed at. After all...he was going to ruin everything in her mind...

"Starclan has chosen you as my apprentice." Flamehowl said, straight to the point.

And now...to watch her no doubt be enraged.

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[foxpaw]

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Foxstrike seemed to look equal parts wary and confused as she picked herself up from her nest at the sound of Nightstar’s voice just outside.

“Uh… Sure?” her agreement sounded more like a question, jade-hued eyes glancing towards Flamehowl before following them outside. The medicine cat looked as though he was going to tell her something horrid and it didn’t seem to sit right with her. Nonetheless she followed the two toms into Nightstar’s den. She seated herself, her gaze still focused on Flamehowl.

What? Why was he looking at her like that? The silence felt heavier and heavier as she waited for someone to break it. Before her inevitable outburst for one of the toms to speak Flamehowl opened his maw.

“Starclan has chosen you as my apprentice.”

Foxstrike blinked at the medicine cat with a gaze that could be akin to an owl’s. “What… did you say?” She’d heard Flamehowl rather clearly, but it seemed that her mind needed time to catch up to the meaning of those words. “Starclan chose me…?” She stared down at her paws, words escaping her for a long moment and then a cold laugh, devoid of humor escaped her maw.

“They picked a fine time to make up their minds,” she finally responded, her eyes seeming hard yet watery as she finally looked up at Flamehowl. Firefoot’s death was still fresh on her mind and she hated the way her eyes stung. “I suppose it’s fitting that my warrior status be stripped from me. Nothing else left to take, is there?” she sneered, her tail lashing.

“Fine then. Nothing I ever did as a warrior helped any of my kin anyway.”

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[attr="class","nighttag"]#flamehowl ;; foxpaw

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[attr="class","nightscroll"]nightstar watched with an inscrutable expression as flamehowl reluctantly broke the news to foxstrike. her reaction was... just about what he expected, really. she was taking it as well as he expected, which was... not too well, all things considered. "i'm sorry." was all the leader could think to say. he really did feel bad for her. but he wasn't good at comforting others. he wasn't good at doing anything involving emotions, really. he could imagine how shocked and upset she must be, having to be stripped of her warrior status thanks to their warrior ancestors.[break][break]

nightstar spared a glance towards flamehowl. if anything, the medicine cat would be more competent when it came to reassuring others. nightstar had been distant and introverted for all his life. he was awkward and blunt, and often spoke what was on his mind, for better or worse. although nightstar was a bit surprised that starclan had sent flamehowl a sign, so soon after skypaw's departure.

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[flamehowl]

"They sent me a vision." Flamehowl started. "THey showed me a fox kit surronded by the bodies of other foxes, it was crying and when I approached, they noticed me and lunged out with green eyes. Then..I heard Starclan's voices, telling me and..since there is now Foxpaws or even Foxkits, you're the only one in the clan that fits."

The green eyes was the other indicator and honestly, Flamehowl wasn't sure if the words he was told would've helped or angered her. Seeing her reaction was clear enough, she was disappointed and unhappy. His tall ears lowered and he caught the glance from Nightstar. What was he suposse to do? He just tore the last bit of the world out form under Foxstrike's paws. Nothing he'd say would make her happy...nothing he could do would either. A sigh left him as he rose to his paws and approached her, gently pressing his headed against her's if she'd allow it.

"I'm sorry Foxstrike...I never wanted to take away anyone's warriorhood or their chances to be one....but...considering how choosing my own apprentice went without starclan's approval...." Flamehowl started but he sighed. "I'm so sorry Foxstrike...I hope.."

But what words could he even say? He wouldn't blame her if she swung her paws at him or hissed at him to go away. At this point, Flamehowl really doubted that he'd even be able to really train her. Lambflower probably would end up doing that like he did for Skywhisper...

Not like Flamehowl could do anything right either...

Nightstar ♡
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The apology seemed empty to the young warrior. She’d heard a lot of “sorry’s” from her clanmates and she was starting to wonder if they actually meant them.

She looked up at Flamehowl once more, glaring at the older tom as he spouted some gibberish about the vision he’d seen. The vision that Starclan had sent him. Perhaps if the molly wasn’t overwhelmed by frustration she would’ve spoken with more tact.

“I don’t care what the stars told you,” she replied with a snarl. “All that matters is that its me, right?” The ruddy warrior stiffened as Flamehowl pressed his head against her own. A memory flooded her head at the gesture.

Firefoot butted her head affectionately. “We’ll be alright. I promise,” the chirp of his voice echoed in her ears.

Foxstrike flinched away from Flamehowl like she’d been shocked. “Don’t touch me,” she snapped. Her expression seemed… fearful, defensive even. As if she was trying to guard herself against an enemy.

“I…,” she trailed off, paws shaking before she took another step back. Hurt and sadness was prevalent in her eyes. “I need time to… to think,” she turned away from the two toms, forcing a growl into her voice to mask the grief before fleeing through the den entrance.

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