Ravenstar
Shadowclan Leader
A small sigh escaped his nostrils, golden gaze remained on the floor. It had been a busy day as per usual in Shadowclan, and the leader wasn’t done. There were plenty of meetings today in order to prepare for leaf-bare, Ravenstar was joining the apprentices training today, and he needed to fix his den in order to prepare it more for the chilly winter. Being the youngest leader of the clans was certainly a challenge, there were times in which Ravenstar had doubts in himself.. But he had to figure it out in order for Shadowclan to survive and thrive within the five clans.
Looking at a group of warriors nearby, he noticed a couple that were around his age range when he had been in the nursery.. While the felines his age were simply enjoying their time as warriors, falling in love and starting their lives.. Ravenstar was the leader of Shadowclan. Of course he wasn’t taking self pity in himself, but it was crazy with how his life from his peers were so different. At the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure standing in front of his den which caused him to arch an eyebrow and made his way towards the entrance.
It was Woolypaw.
Waspsight’s new apprentice, Ravenstar wondered how she was doing in her training. The black leader had a lot of faith in Waspsight, seeing as the calico tom had watched him grow up and was Mercururose’s most trusted ally when she had been alive. Woolypaw was in wonderful paws. Leaping on the ledge, the large Tom made his way to the entrance of the den and cleared his throat softly in order to not startled the small molly in front of him “My father likes to come in my den to change the bedding, I told him it’s not necessary but he does it..” Ravenstar said, smiling softly at the thought of Mintstrike. “I sometimes smell kits from the nursery that probably come here to play hide in seek, along with a couple of sticks thrown around”
“Sometimes, I smell my siblings Leopardpaw, Pythonpaw and Rosepaw in here, I’m assuming they’re looking for me and then a faint trace of my other mother.. Widowsting as she’s most likely dragging them away from the den.” Ravenstar said, as he knows that his mother Widowsting is very protective of them after Mercuryrose had died. “Sometimes, I smell Lilyfall here.. She has this very unique scent, of floral and pine..” Ravenstar said, thinking of the silver tabby Molly before looking up at Woolypaw
“There’s a job in which we have to perform accordingly, but never forget that you’re only one feline.” Ravenstar’s advice to Woolypaw, as he shook his head slightly. No one exactly gave him to go-around of leadership as there was no leader or deputy at the time. But, he was figuring it out one day at a time. The black Tom’s eyes narrowed as he felt his spirit guides peering over, curious of the new medicine cat apprentice but shook them off. “Come on, I’ve got time to kill before I go into my next meeting.” Ravenstar said before flicking his tail in order for Leopardpaw to join them “Leopardpaw wanted to stretch his legs, and I needed to do some meditation.. You’re more than welcome to join us”
Ravenstar
Shadowclan Leader
Letting out a small sigh through his nose, the black tom watched as Leopardpaw had bounded towards him. His younger brother was growing up very fast, he wondered if Mercuryrose was proud? Pushing his thoughts as he beckoned his head towards the direction of the entrance, he slowed his steps in order for Woolypaw to keep up. Watching Leopardpaw running off, he knew that the older apprentice didn’t wander far from Ravenstar.. Leopardpaw knew to meet at their usual place whenever the pair went out, thank goodness the silver Bengal followed rules.
“Typically mediation works in order to clear the mind.. But I use it for other things, my guides like to sometimes speak a lot.. causes headaches.” Ravenstar grunted, explaining to the medicine cat apprentice about his spirit guides. The Shadowclan leader certainly had a while to go with learning for himself and his guides to live peacefully. It wasn’t until they made it to a clearing of the forest that was very silent, which Ravenstar needed. Sitting down for a moment, he closed his eyes “Your mentor taught me how to properly meditate, Waspsight is very patient and kind.. Knew him since I was a kit” Ravenstar noted, as Waspsight had a special place in his family’s heart.
After a moment of silence, the black leader got up and beckoned his head towards the direction of the woods, listening carefully at the birds that were chirping. It was a typical hunting pattern that his cousin Thornheart had taught him. “Tell me Woolypaw, did you learn how to hunt yet? Leopardpaw and I can help you out.” Ravenstar offered, as he knew it was very rare for medicine cats to learn to fight, so he didn’t wanna pressure her into learning that.. However, he could at least teach Woolypaw some basic warrior skills so that she would be handle of learning to hunt and track accordingly.
Woolypaw’s medicine cat training was shaping up to be all she wanted and more. From the moment she was born, she knew that the pawsteps she was meant to follow were not that of a warrior, but a different path that would take her life in a different direction. She had a different fate than Starclan had decided for her brothers, the rough and rugged type who were eager to defend their clan tooth and claw. Woolypaw wanted to protect her clan, too, more than anything. But stars filled her dreams and made her head swirl at night, something she thought meant nothing but apparently meant everything.
It was still just her first week of training, her brothers were already sleeping each night in the apprentice’s den and she was alone with Waspsight in their now-shared den while she slept. Waspsight was a kind tom-cat and very wise, she didn’t know very many details about him yet but she got the sense that she’d have much to learn from him. Her main task for that day was to study the herbs they’d been going over from morning til sunhigh, which of course she was happy to do. Her favorite thing about the herbs was their scent, and she could sit there breathing in their musk all day. She’d been studying those herbs for so long that she’d lost track of time, and before she knew it the sun was high in the sky. She sheepishly padded out of the den and stretched her claws before looking nervously around the camp.
Woolypaw found herself yet again drawn to the entrance of Ravenstar’s den, which always smelled of fresh moss and was immersed in the leader’s unique scent. She kept her pawsteps light as she padded towards the entrance of his den, aiming to slip casually by while trying to inhale the powerful mixture of scents. As her eyes peeked around the corner, she realized her presence had already been detected and Ravenstar was already standing before her. She squeaked a bit in surprise before looking up at him.
“Sorry, Ravenstar!” she mewed genuinely as her ears flattened in remorse. He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he gently spoke to her and started talking about different cats and all of their different scents he could detect in his den. He wondered if he was trying to subtly remind her that he knew about all of the times she’d poked her head into his den as a kit. She tried not to let the embarrassing thought distract her as she sat in front of Ravenstar and curled her tail over her paws while she listened to him speak.
She smiled as he continued to talk about scents. That was something that the two had in common, their particular attention to scents and their importance on one’s perspective of a cat.
She purred with admiration for her leader, an admiration she’d held since she was much smaller.
She blinked in surprise as Ravenstar invited her to join him and Leopardpaw, but she didn’t hesitate to get to her feet and nod in agreement.
“That sounds great.” She chirped eagerly, voice small and eyes wide. “Thank you.” She added graciously.