Blizzardthistle | 83 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Forest | Mentions: Novasong, Moonstar

"It's been nearly two moons since the battle." Blizzardthistle finally spoke up, sitting on the sidelines of the conversation 'till now. How does she not know? Has she got amnesia or something?

The black and white tom flicked his tail, spraying little water droplets onto the bark of the oak tree he stood beneath. The rain had eased up, having returned to a light drizzle once more.

"And Starclan have been silent. We've been on our own since the battle." Although Blizzardthistle didn't consider himself to be aligned with the Dark Forest any longer, he hadn't changed his views on Starclan. They were just a bunch of dead cats, who almost seemed to toy with their living descendants.

Looking over the serious injuries littered across Moonstars pelt, Blizzardthistle admired that she was still standing, and able to carry out a conversation. The wounds must be agonizing, and Blizzardthistle couldn't put up the the horrible stench they were letting out for much longer; They needed to get to camp as quick as possible. "We should get you back to camp. Those wounds need to be treated."

Blizzardthistle | 83 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Forest | Mentions: Novasong, Moonstar

While her words were strong, Blizzardthistle wasn't sure there was much she could do if it came down to a fight. As long as they moved as quick as they could, he was sure they wouldn't come to face any troubles.

The black and white tom made his way over to Moonstars side. "If you need to, you can lean on my shoulder." He offered his shoulder, knowing that she'd need some support at least part way back to camp. And even if she didn't, he'd be at her side in case she stumbled.

His green gaze slid over a particularly nasty claw mark across Moonstars shoulder, which looked to have been healed over and then reopened, probably on her journey here. Blood was trickling out of it, dripping onto the forest floor beneath them. While the thin rain would likely wash away the blood scent eventually, a fox or other predator could catch the scent before that, while they were still out in the forest. Suddenly remembering his days of training with the Dark Forest at night, always waking up with bleeding scratches and bites,, Blizzardthistle came to a solution. He would often have to sneak out of camp and clean his wounds before any warrior saw him, until he overheard the medicine cat talking about cobwebs. After that, he would always have cobwebs hidden beneath his nest.

"What if we used cobweb on Moonstars wounds?" He suggested, looking up to Novasong. "It would stop the bleeding."

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: Any Medicine Cat avaible

After the meeting with the other two leaders, Meadowstar had returned to camp. She'd planned to go hunting, but with the current weather, she doubted she'd have any luck. And although she hated to admit it, her head was throbbing because of the wound she'd received from the foxes. After returning to camp, she'd laid down inside her den, and hadn't moved since.

She wanted the pain to ease before she had to speak to the whole clan... or group? What were they even calling themselves now? The tortoiseshell molly had no idea, and it made her head spin trying to think about it.

With a groan, she rose to her paws, and ducked out of her den. Slowly, she padded through the wet camp, mostly deserted, due to the rain. Everyone must be in their dens. Hopefully the rain lets up soon.

Meadowstar stopped when she came to the Medicine den. She hoped someone was available, even an apprentice would be fine, so long as they could give her something that would help her head. She ducked down and poked her head into the den. "Hello? Anyone here?"

Blizzardthistle | 83 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Forest | Mentions: Novasong, Moonstar

"You can try looking for some inside hollowed trees, or around tree roots. I'm not sure where else to find them though." Blizzardthistle had always got as much as he needed from inside hollowed out trees, and wasn't sure where else Medicine cats collected them from. If you were looking though, he figured they wouldn't be too hard to find.

He turned his attention back to the black and white speckled she-cat at his side. He figured she'd be fine if he left her to search for cobweb, but he'd stay close by, just in case. "I'll search for some too, but I'll stay close."

Blizzardthistles green gaze searched the area, looking for a tree with a hole, or hollowed out trunk. Finally spotting one close by, with what looked to be a small prey hole beneath it, he quickly made his way over. Upon a closer look, the hole appeared to be abandoned, and a large brown spider had taken up residence there. With a grunt of disgust, Blizzardthistle swatted the spider away. Giving his paw a close look to be sure the spider hadn't clung to it, the black and white tom stuck the same paw into the spider web, wrapping his paw in it. It wasn't much, but he couldn't see anywhere else where there might be some, so he headed back to Moonstar, hoping Novasong would have better luck.

Drizzleface | 32 Moons | She-cat | Medicine Cat | Location: Forest | Mentions: None (OPEN)

Drizzleface sat in a small clearing in the forest, tail curled around her paws, and her head held up, looking at the sky. Her fur was damp and clumped from the rain and mud, but she didn't seem to notice. Her blue eyes were bright, and she felt better then she had in a long time.

The more she thought about her dream, the more she was certain it had been sent from Starclan. She doubted this at first, since their ancestors had been silent for so long, but something inside her said that her dream had been more than a simple dream. It was a sign. Starclan was trying to tell her something. What though, was the question.

Although the stars were not out, the pale furred medicine cat always felt closer to Starclan when she could clearly see the sky. This little clearing was perfect. It was a beautiful area, full of rocks and moss, and a small stream trickling through. There are so many streams here. It seemed wherever she went, the sound of running water could be heard.

She pondered over what her dream could have meant. Something about a large group of traveling cats. But what did the lightning mean? Her first thought was that some horrible tragedy would befall the cats, but the lightning hadn't injured any of them. Although she'd been interpreting Starclans signs since she was an apprentice, she sometimes wished they were more clear in what they were saying. It's all part of their mysteriousness I suppose.

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Camp | Mentions: Hollowstep

"Such terrible weather to be out gathering herbs in. Hopefully it clears up soon." The she-cat stepped fully into the den, returning the smile Hollowstep gave her. "The wound on my head from the foxes the other day is really bothering me." Memories of the recent battle flashed through Meadowstars mind, including how Hollowstep seemed to have watched the battle, hidden behind a bush, instead of sending for help. While Meadowstar had always found the other odd, she never got a malicious vibe from her. Perhaps I just... saw it wrong. She didn't want to judge the other cat, who had been seemingly helpful and kind. Clearing her mind, she focused on the present. "I was hoping you'd have something to dull the pain a bit?"

She padded into the center of the den, looking around at all the different herbs Hollowstep had out. They seemed to be sorted into piles, some looked fresh, and others looked dried and useless. She must be clearing out the unusable herbs. Some Meadowstar recognized, such as Daisy and Chamomile, which were both used as traveling herbs, which she'd eaten numerous times. However most of them, she had no idea what they were called, or what they were used for.