Dewnose | SnowClan Medicine Cat | Camp

Within the forest of SnowClan lie a sleeping she-cat, the gentle robin's song echoing through the forest, a breeze caressing Dewnose's soft and lush fur. The morning air still held it's signature chill, nipping at the feline 'til she rolled upon her back, giving a mew of protest as though some cat was prodding her side. There was a small intake of breath before the charming blue eyes fluttered open and one rolled again, sitting upright to observe their surroundings. She immediately knew where she was, the strange dreams filled with darkness enveloping her failing to confuse Dewnose too badly. She sighed, taking note of the fiery sun shyly peeking over the faraway mountains. It was clear she'd have to return to camp quickly if she wanted to miss an awkward confrontation with the dawn patrol. If Emeraldfrost is arranging one this morning, that is.

The she-cat hastily groomed her silver-and-white fur, causing the tufts to lay flat against her frame, despite her fluffy coat making her seem bigger - wider. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Drawing a quick paw repeatedly over her ears, Dewnose rose to her paws and scented the air. Nothing in particular stood out. She could smell prey rising from their dens to start a danger filled day. It must be strange, being prey hunted by predator. Dewnose didn't feel guilty for the small creatures. It was the way of the world, to say, and every animal was designed for a life; predator, skilled hunters who eat the smaller species, and prey; meek creatures eaten by the hunters. Then again, upon this planet, most every animal was predator and prey. Cats, for example, hunt and eat forest creatures, but are hunted by many - dogs, coyotes, twolegs.

The medic blinked before heading back towards camp. The sun had gradually rose a little bit more, bathing half the land in sunlight not quite warm yet not cold. Her small paws quietly hit the earth with each step until Dewnose began to run, enjoying the wind created by her movements. Duck to the left to avoid a tree, skirt past a bramble bush, leap over a clump of ferns. It was now her paws barely skimmed the earth as the feline advanced with such ease, enjoying each moment. All too soon Dewnose approached the camp and was forced to slow down in order to not run straight into the camp wall. So she slid through the prickly entrance, entering the camp. All was quiet at the moment. Cats were probably just awaking. The medic stretched, her muscles rippling beneath her pelt. Perhaps Dewnose was a medicine cat, but she was just as strong as most warriors. Tail-tip flicking, the silverpoint headed for the medicine den, deciding to lay herself down beside the entrance, soaking up the warmth from the few slices of sunlight.