Dawn Comes (Streamsoul ONLY)

[::Fawn::]

Bluespring sighed as she placed the last of the Teragon leaves into the crack in a gray rock. The silvery medicine cat had been up all night taking care of gathering herbs, and sorting them back into their usual orderly possitions. A small strip of sunlight shone through the the cieling, illuminating a patch of moss on the floor of the den. Bluespring padded gently over to the entrance to her den, and stuff her nose arround the corner. Dawn had come. The sun was rising gently in the sky, illuminated the moor on which WindClan camp stood, silent in the early hours of the morning. Well, Bluespring meowed, shrugging, her dark blue eyes humored, It sure has been a hard days night! The silvery she cat knew it would be odd to sleep in the middle of the day, but the medicine cat was sure of one thing, that Streamsoul would cover for her this afternoon. Then she could take the night shift again. She didn't mind working at night, it was much more peaceful, and she could work quicker without overly helpful kits, and grumpy elders disrupting her. It was also much safer to make the journey to twoleg place at night, as the the twolegs were sound asleep in their nests. Not that Bluespring would ever give Streamsoul the dangerous part of the day. Streamsoul hadn't even been to twoleg place without her mentor by her side. It was too dangerous. One twoleg house had just gotten a rather annoying dog. The little black and white thing was a nuissence, and a little brute. The part that bothered Bluespring, was that it was the best spot for herbs, and one of the only nests that had catnip growing in the lush garden. And catnip was the most important herb she had to have in her den. It could save a cat from White Cough. So, grudgingly, Bluespring made her visits to twoleg place alone. She cast her dark optics arround the den, looking for apprentice, but Streamsoul wasn't there...Bluespring shrugged, and sat down outside of the den. Her apprentice was probably just out hunting. Bluespring also liked to go hunting in the morning. All the prey was out and about in those early hours...

OOC: I'd like this just to be a Bluespring Streamsoul thread, they need some time to catch up, because of Streamy's absence...=]

[STREAMY ?!]

OOC- Sorry, I never saw it!!
Shoot, g2g. I'll post later.

[STREAMY ?!]

OOC- I'm so forgetful =[


A silvery shape rose and fell gently with the deep breathing of the cat. The cat was engulfed in shadows, unseen to probing eyes. Long whiskers twitched, and eyes moved behind thin lids. Ears were pricked, listening...

She was standing in a familiar place. On the top of a steep hill was where her paws met the ground. Wooden fences met the hill base, extending around huge Twoleg nests. She narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath. Bluespring needed catnip...and since she was there, she could get some. There was catnip right there in the garden with the brute of a black-and-white dog.
Streamsoul knew this because she had once gone to get herbs from here without telling Bluespring. She had accidentally crushed the others lying on the ground, ready for stacking and storing.
Suddenly a loud bark echoed through the Twolegplace. It came from the nest with the black-and-white nuisance.
Yet...the dog's bark was not low and dangerous. It was high and annoying. This bark belonged to a big dog...
There! A huge brute, five times the size of Streamsoul, stood next to the catnip, barking. It was as if it knew she wanted it...
It ran and leaped an amazing leap over the fence. Rushing towards her, its mouth open, snarling. Its eyes were full of malice. Then, as her eyes widened and she prepared to duck, it leaped, surprising her. The jump was amazingly long--she never would have known it could have reached her from there. As its claws made contact with her spine, she let out an ear-piercing caterwaul.
A sweet scent engulfed her, blocking the pain, as a starry shape watched from the sky.


Green eyes popped open. The dog! Streamsoul pushed herself up. She was still trembling, eyes wide open. Where was Bluespring? She scanned the den. Not in her nest--the scent was stale and it was empty, according to her limited sight in the darkness.
Not near the herbs--no fresh scent, no silvery shape examining the leaves and roots and flowers and seeds and berries for rotten or dried herbs.
There! In the entrance of the den, she could see a faint shape, outlined in the faint moonlight outside. The lichen that draped the entrance striped the cat's pelt. Streamsoul pelted towards her mentor, and skidded to a stop beside the medicine cat.
Bluespring! I had a dream! StarClan...they were warning me!