[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Blackpelt: Willowclan Camp (Medicine Den)[/color][/h1]
[h2]Medicine Den[/h2]
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The tired black tom wakes up, and yawns, stretching, and arches his back. He looks around the den he found, with many convenient nooks and crannies to store the herbs and berries he's been experimenting with. He sniffs around, then wanders out of his den to look for some prey, and more of those interesting herds he found. He licks his lips, and shivers slightly, the nip in the air cutting through his thin coat. [i]We'll have a bad Leafbare if this cold keeps up.[/i] He shivers. [i]Why would Starclan send such a harsh Leafbare? Did we do something wrong?[/i] He looks up when Fernstar pads into his den. He dips his head softly in respect to his leader. He purrs when he sees the starling. "Good morning Fernstar. How're the new apprentices doing?" He very gently licks her between the ears, and settles down onto the floor. "I'm still experimenting with Chamomile. It seems to give the others heart, or happiness at the very least. I'm unsure of any side effects however." He yawns, and nibbles at the prey, purring gently.

"I've...found something. Something strange. I found a glowing pool, filled with stars. I drank some, and fell into a deep sleep. It was like my mind had been pulled from my body, like a dream, but so much more. It was filled with cats. Cats made of stars, like they crawled off the sky and settled down in front of me. They told me to....to bring you to them, on the next full moon, but they wouldn't say why. They felt....good. Kind and loving. I don't know what it means, but they appeared in my dreams last night, and reminded me that they asked me to take you to them." He sounds very conflicted. "I...I think it was Starclan. I can't think of any other description for them. They looked like the stars themselves were trapped in their pelts."