"Hello, young cats," mews a cat. It was Braveheart, the medicine cat. You smile and lightly walk up to her. "Yes, I see," she mews. "Well, I think I can help cure your case of being bored."She smiles and ushers you and your friends in. "Sit by the herbs and listen to the wind. My story is long, but wonderful...," she mews, and lay in front of the cats. Her eyes close and she begins the story by humming for a short time, and them telling you the cats you know, are the cats of this story...
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Meddie acts: Omenstorm- Cat of the Moon- Meddie cat of RainClan Swallowtail- Cat of the Sun- Meddie cat of MossClan Braveheart- Child of Everchanging- Wandering Soul (Unplaced Cat in story for a few chapters )
Swallowtail listened by the entrance to the den as she entranced the young apprentices. When she was finished, Swallowtail entered. "Hello, Braveheart," she purred. "Spinning tales again?" She laughed. Braveheart mewed quietly, "Well, yes, of course. Our story, actually." Smiling, she flicked her tail as to say, 'Come and join us, Swallowtail.'Closing her eyes, she mewed, "When I became medicine cat, I was the age of a new apprentice. I'm not much older now, but still. I was, and still am, the Soul of Everchanging. My friend, Omenstorm, is the Cat of the Moon, and Swallowtail here, the Cat of the Sun.""Still am, too," mewed Swallowtail. Smiling still, Braveheart started the story.
The rain fell upon the two medicine cats, Omenstorm and Swallowtail. The wandering 'warrior' Braveheart stand in the shadows behind them, waiting for her cue from Blizzardstar. The wandering cat came out when her name was called. Nodding to everyone, in one graceful leap she landed on the tall rock. "Greetings," she mewed, "cats of the forest. I am Braveheart, cat of WindClan. You may not know of them. Even so, I'd like to say we're in trou--" But she cut off. Slowly, she faded away into the shadows. At least, it seemed like she did. She was using her power-- the power of Everchanging. Out from the shadows cam a large tom, a tabby one with piercing green eyes. Braveheart's 'step-father.' Returning to normal, she slunk into the shadows, and sat next to Omenstorm and Swallowtail. They smiled to her. She cringed. She wasn't used to such nice cats.