[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fancy-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/201004/1d04f06c3387f5a580a23f516aaeaafe.png[/img][/url] __________________________________ [h3] MistClan Medicine Den --- MistClan Camp/Clan Meeting[/h3] [i]Mentions: [@blindwoofer] [/i] [/center] Eelpond had just begun a lesson with his new apprentice, Tinypaw, where he had been teaching the young tri-colour she-cat the appearances of the most common herbs they would be using and testing whether she could identify them herself just by looks after he had shuffled their order around a bit. Patiently, the black and white tom reached out to tap the poppy gently with his paw, deciding he would start her out with an easy one. [b][color=7bcdc8]“So, what’s this one? Can you remember what it’s used for, too?”[/color][/b] he prompted, then sat back to wait for his apprentice to answer. The medicine cat’s tail absently stirred the floor of the den as he waited. Truthfully, he was using this as a sort of form of distraction for himself, too. StarClan had always been a beacon of guidance for the Clans, but now...they had gone utterly silent. Eelpond had tried his best to contact them in his dreams, murmuring words to their ancestors before he drifted off to sleep at night and hoping beyond hope to awaken in that star-speckled forest, but he never had. It unsettled him terribly. As the Clan’s medicine cat, Eelpond knew he of [i]all [/i]cats should have the easiest time contacting StarClan. And if they weren’t even speaking to [i]him[/i]....well, it was enough to make every hair on his pelt want to stand on end, that was for sure. He could only hope that the half-moon meeting that would be happening any night now might shed some light on it. They would have to try and speak to them, and hope they’d have more luck in StarClan’s sacred place than they did in their own den. Thankfully, he didn’t have too much time to dwell on it (for now, at least, he supposed Silverflight and/or Shadestar were going to come to him about it at some point), for it was then that their leader’s call for a Clan meeting rang out. The tom’s ears pricked, and he chuckled softly - whether from nerves or happiness was unclear - leaning over to prod Tinypaw gently towards the entrance to the den as he proclaimed. [b][color=7bcdc8]“That includes us, c’mon, let’s go sit in on the ceremony. We don’t have to sit with all the other cats if you don’t want to, we can stay just outside the medicine den.”[/color][/b] so far, he’d found Tinypaw to be rather short-tempered and the last thing he wanted was for her to feel co-erced or forced into something, even as simple as sitting amongst the rest of their Clanmates, if she didn’t want to. He wanted to make sure the young she-cat understood there were other options she could take, hopefully before she became frustrated with the first one that was offered.