Starclan's Messages Aren't Always so Clear (Heatherpaw)

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ooc// So since I came back I decided to play off Robinfeather's absence in the MC den as Starclan had said that she should step down from her position without further reasoning and so she became a warrior. I thought maybe an interaction between her and the new little guy would maybe be interesting? :3 @heatherpaw

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This wasn't at all what she had imagined it to be like.
She was miserable and for some reason she actually longed to be back surrounded by herbs and wet moss.

Her whole being had become an embarrassment. Starclan itself had said the path she was following was the wrong and so she stepped down. Should this have happened when she was an apprentice she would've been overjoyed for she longed for the thrill of battle, but now having grown older the same desire wasn't there. 
She was too small to be any good at fighting, and there was no use in a cat who could literally only hunt. 

With a frown Robinfeather lifted her head, having been grooming her chest, and instinctively her eyes went straight to her old den. For ages it seemed that was always where she headed after anything. After treating a cat she went back to her den. After herb collecting she went to her den. After discussing with Fangstar she went back to her den. After gatherings she went back to her den. After- well EVERYTHING she went back to her den. 
She had lived such a formulated lifestyle and just like that, it was ripped from her own paws. 

Standing up Robinfeather looked around to see if any cats were looking, before realizing she didn't care, and walked to the Medicine Cat den, shouldering her way through the entrance. She hadn't exchanged many words with the young tom, or anyone really, since becoming a warrior.

"Hello, Cedarpaw."

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(This'll be interesting! ^^)

Why is my den always so messy? No matter how hard I try, it's a mess! Cedarpaw thought. He was in the middle of trying to clean up his den a little; there were herbs in places they were not supposed to be, and he was frustrated because he was not organized at all. He was just about to give up when a cat greeted him. Turning around, his tail lashed in annoyance.

"I can never get any time to my own!" he growled under his breath. "What do you want? I'm busy!" Cedarpaw wasn't the friendliest cat...

(Sorry if this isn't that great! It's... 4 am... xD)

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Ooc// Hmm.. two grumpy cats? This'll be interesting haha!


This den would've been hell should these two cats have been working together.
It was all too obvious Cedarpaw wasn't all rainbows, flowers, and butterflies, but nor was Robinfeather. They would've clashed heads way too often, so perhaps it was a good thing she didn't mentor the young tom. 

"Would you like some assistance, you seem to be having some... trouble here." She allowed the tom's temper to float right over her head, not the slightest bit bothered or taken aback by it. The offer was genuine however, as she truly didn't find it fair that he, barely more then a kit in her eyes, had to take up all the pressure of being Medicine cat without any peer to assist. 

'What was Starclan thinking?'

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"Assistance?" Cedarpaw asked, his anger increasing. Does it look like I need help? he wanted to ask, but he knew he needed help. "I can manage myself," was all he managed to say. 

Cedarpaw often wanted to wail like a kit and give up. but he knew that without him, Whisperclan would be very bad off. His training with Starclan was going slow and he felt like he wasn't helping the clan at all. He was always scared that he would be the reason that a cat died, which would probably happen eventually...

He glared at the old medicine cat. I don't need her help to do my job, he thought. but, if she wants to be medicine cat again, I'd gladly become an apprentice again...

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Robinfeather met Cedarpaw look for look, glare for glare. 
'Have it your way kit.'
Her expression remained emotionless and it didn't matter to her whether or not the cat needed her assistance. The answer was blatantly obvious to her, but she understood wanting to save your own pride, so she didn't push it. Instead she sat down out of the tom's way and continued to speak.

"How is training going." 

It wasn't phrased as a question but rather a blunt statement. There was no way Starclan would allow him to go untrained and leave Whisperclan in a practical death sentence. 'There has to be some way that they're training him.' 

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"Training? Oh just great," Cedarpaw mewed sarcastically. "If that old Starclan fur-ball would actually teach me, maybe this clan would be in better shape. It's been forever since she's taught me anything!" he growled. His tail lashed angrily as he sat down and sighed.

"She should care more about her old clan."

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So they had decided to teach the young medicine cat by using an ancestor. 
Robinfeather let out an inaudible snort, "Starclan ain't all it's made out to be. You learn that real quick nowadays."

Yeah that's right. Those are the words of a former medicine cat- someone who has the strongest bonds to the deceased. Truth be told however she was no fan of the starry warriors. 
Perhaps it was her pure rogue blood. The thought of it as a whole just never seemed logical, and in fact she had completely denied their existence for the majority of her own training. She simply pretended to speak with them when the time was necessary, but truth be told, it was not until she was about to receive her full name did she receive her first visit. 

They were real all right.
She no longer denied that; Robinfeather simply questioned their intents and actions.
'Goes to show you how much those 'wise' mouse-brains really are.' 

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Cedarpaw was a bit surprised at the words from the former medicine cat. Medicine cats were supposed to be the closest cats to Starclan and be on their side, right? Well, not that he was putting that much faith in Starclan, either. He nodded.

"I think I've already figured that out," he mewed. When he first became a medicine cat, even though it wasn't that long ago, he would do anything to prove that whatever Starclan said was the right thing to do. but now, he wasn't so sure anymore. 

"Why did you give up on being the medicine cat?" he asked curiously. I might not be in this den if she was still the medicine cat...

(I moved him to the Dark Forest side for the Dark Forest plot thing. I thought it would make since because he's kind of doubting Starclan right now. )

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(I've actually been meaning to sign up Robinfeather for that. I think these two grumps will get along haha)

Give up? So that was the rumor going along about her. That she simply gave up her position as Medicine cat? 
That was a disgrace. 
"Give up?" Robinfeather couldn't help but scoff as she shook her head from side to side, "Try more like kicked out of. Our all so wise ancestors said it was time for me to take up warrior duties." Nonchalantly the small warrior shrugged her shoulders, obviously a bit uneasy.

It really wasn't fair. She hadn't done anything but be loyal to her position. She never thought once about a mate, attended the meetings she was required to, delivered messages, gave advice to the leader, and kept her clan healthy.
'They have no idea what they're doing to this clan.' 

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"Oh..." Cedarpaw mewed thoughtfully. "Surely they told you some reason for wanting you to become a warrior. If not, that's just not fair," he mewed. 

He was starting to realize that Starclan really wasn't that great. What have they done to help Whisperclan recently? Well, they put an inexperienced grumpy cat as the medicine cat. Nobody probably looked forward to coming to visit him.

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"You would think so. Though Starclan doesn't always play by the rules it seems. They have no reason to. Dark forest, and Starclan alike, they seem to think since they're dead they can control us." That's the thing. They could control the clans. They already were. 

The warrior code. It was set in place to maintain balance and keep order. What was it really though? Robinfeather saw it as a restriction to truth of self, she saw it as a source of power for whoever was in charge of enforcing it. Leaders, deputies, and even queens of newborn kits.
Truth be told however, in her eyes, the system was beginning to seem more and more flawed, and her brother's choice to leave 20 moons ago was beginning to look more and more logical.

"They're surrealistic beings trying to uphold a flawed system."

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Cedarpaw just shook his head. It almost seemed like they were trying to harm Whisperclan by making her become a warrior and him the medicine cat.  It didn't make any sense to him anymore and his head was starting to hurt a little bit. 

"I didn't really expect this from the old medicine cat, but you helped me realize that Starclan may not always be right," he mewed. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time to say that.