A Pigeon's Bloom

A kittypet has ties to a dead clan. It's up to Pigeonthroat to rebuild what was once lost.

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Myrtleclan: Moon 1, 2 & 3

Moon 1:

Snow continued to nip at their paws as they traveled across the territory. Pigeonthroat momentarily sneezed at a stray snowflake landing on their nose. They walked by a stream, but froze when they heard something...odd. The Medic glanced down into the water at their reflection and the ripples forming...

...then they sneezed. "I don't have time to be out here for this long, he sniffled turning around to go back to camp.

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Moon 2:

Leafbare was the same as ever. Cold. Cold cold cold. He was thankful this would be the final moon. Pigeonthroat sniffed at a dead blackberry bush. He knew they wouldn't spring back to life until the snow melted. His ears flicked when they heard giggling. The gray and white tabby turned his head around to the possible source. "Valleyfang" he plainly said.

At that moment, said molly materialized in front of him. "Waaa no fun!" she complained. "Can't I have a little fun?"

"Who's the one paw deep in snow?" the Medic asked back?

The spirit tilted her head in thought, quickly replying. "You?"

"Exactly," he nodded. "Now, unless you have a good reason for seeing me again, kindly leave me alone." With that, he turned around to leave, only for the speckled she-cat to float after him.

"But, it's been so long since I've spoken with you!" she whined.

"You snuck into my dream two nights ago," he refuted.

"See? It's had been long!"

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Moon 3:

The moment the snow melted, Pigeonthroat knew what they had to do. There was a small section of earth that was thawed enough to dig through. The Medic scooped pawful after pawful of mud out, creating a small hole. Earlier, he had collected various stones and pebbles. He was using them to line around the hole. Once it was surrounded, he nodded and went into the Medic's Den for a specific item.

The myrtle branch from his first night in the clan was still thriving, even if it wasn't properly in the ground. Delicately, they lifted the branch with his teeth, padding out of the den. Tilting his head sideways, the branch was lowered into the ground. Once it was secured, Pigeonthroat scooped pawfuls of dirt back into the hole, gently patting it down. He stepped back to admire the work. That's when a small beam of light broke through the cloud cover. The tom's eyes widened slightly in amazement of the lights shining down on the petals.

"Maybe, it is worth it."

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Myrtleclan: Refs for the characters in Moon 0!

Pigeonthroat: Currently 17 Moons; son of the last leader of Myrtleclan, before the plague wiped the entire population. It wasn't really his choice to be the Medic, but Starclan doesn't want to start up a clan with sickness now do they? Not again. They're just going along for the ride.

Valleyfang: 32 Moons in life; 116 Moons in death. Technically, the last cat Pansystar, the last leader, ever spoke too. She was sent down by the other ancestors to send an apology before he died.

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Moon 0: The Pigeon's Bloom

“Hey! Wait up!” a voice called out, running through the cold snow. Their paws were already freezing, but the wisp continued to beckon them. He somehow managed to escape from his house by unlatching the window in order to follow it. Pigeon didn’t know how long they'd been traveling for, but his paws were starting to get tired. Still, the cyan wisp still managed to zip around.

Finally, it seemed to be slowing down, and just hovered in the middle of a snowy field. Pigeon collapsed into the snow from exhaustion, glancing up at the wisp. “Okay! I’m here now!” he panted, staggering back to his paws. “You got something to show me?”

The wisp remained unmoved.

Pigeon’s ears flattened in irritation. “C’mon. I didn’t escape my house just to see this.”

The wisp remained unmoved.

“Fine! I guess I’ll go back then,” he resolved, turning away. After only two steps, the wisp shone even brighter and created a gust of winds that made him turn around in surprise.

The wisp’s light seemed to expand more and more. Pigeon had to squint their eyes to avoid being blinded. At last, the light dissipated and what remained was a ghostly figure. The tom starred in surprise at the sudden change and appearance.

It was a cat. Their fur was long and silky, a gray pelt covered in darker stripes and speckles. It was looking down at him with bright, yellow eyes. Pigeon continued to stare, until the spirit opened its mouth…

“Hi!” it greeted with a toothy grin.

“...Okay…this is…weird,” the gray and white tom thought out loud.

The ghostly cat swooped down, until their noses were barely touching. “Yep!” she confirmed. “And it’s gonna be a lot weirder!”

“That’s not very reassuring,” Pigeon said. Then, the uncertainty wore off and he shook his head in disbelief. “Wait, who am I kidding? You’re an actual ghost! You’re a ghost that made me follow you in the middle of the snow!”

By now, the spirit was floating on her back, much like an otter, with paws tucked neatly to her chest, circling above. “Actually, I’d prefer the term “Starclan Ancestor,”” she corrected.

“Starwhat?” the tom questioned, tilting its head.

The speckled spirit sighed and flew down to his eye level. “Y’know, I just realized we haven’t made any introductions! I’m Valleyfang! I’ve actually been following you a lot, Pigeon.”

“How did you know my name!?” Pigeon asked bewildered.

“Becaaaause, you’ve been selected to rebuild…pause for effect…Myrtleclan!” she cheered, outstretching her paws.

“...........What?”

“Lemme ask you something real quick,” Valleyfang requested. “Do you know who your dad is?”

The tom blinked in confusion a few times. “No. As a matter of fact I do not. My mom told me he was the head of a colony.”

“Well, the “was” part was right…but, it’s not a colony. It’s a Clan.” the spirit said.

“Whatever it’s called, why does it involve me?” Pigeon asked.

Valleyfang has a smirk on her face. “Glad you asked that. Because you, buddy, are the last remaining ancestor of the clan. You’re dad ended up having a little fling with your mama, resulting in you. Buuut, Starclan didn’t take it too kindly. So, they unleashed a plague to punish Pansystar, your dad, for it. Unfortunately, they didn’t expect it to wipe out everyone in the Clan.”

“Wh-really?” the tabby tom huffed out. “Woah…that’s a lot to take in.”

“And, that’s why you’ve been summoned! Starclan feels really, and I mean reeeally bad about what they did. So, they decided to push back on their policy on outer clan relationships, and sent me to find ya! In hopes that you will restore Myrtleclan back to its former glo-where are you going?”

Valleyfang watched as Pigeon turned around and walked away. “Appreciate the lecture, Valleyteeth, or something! But, I’d like to get back to my old home. With my warm bed and fresh tuna,” he yelled back.

The gray ghost zipped up next to him to match his speed. “B-But, what about your legacy? You’re ancestors?”

“It’s nice to know I have ancestors,” he admitted, “But, I like being with my owners, and not in the middle of a snowy field with a ghost I just met.”

“Grrrrr” she grumbled. Valleyfang flew above him and gripped her claws on either side of his face, making the tom stop in their tracks. She leaned down to his face. “By Starclan’s will, I dub thee, Pigeonthroat! You are now a full Medic of Myrtleclan!”

Her nose crashed into his forehead. In an instant, all herbal knowledge and method of healing wounds and illnesses careened into his brain. His body felt simultaneously warm and cold at the same time and his head began throbbing with the outflow of information.

His mind slipped into blackness.

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Pigeonthroat woke up with the worst headache ever. He groaned and placed both of his unsheathed claws against his temple. The tom knew he had to open his eyes, but didn’t want to. His eyes cracked open, expecting the brightness of the sun, but was met with a small, darkened cave, surrounded by dried herbs. His front paws lifted his body up, but one of them seemed to nudge something. He glanced down and raised the paw that grazed it.

His surprise went down when Pigeonthroat realized it wasn’t anything to worry over. But, it was still interesting nonetheless.

A small branch of myrtle flowers. The branch was covered in buds, with a few leaves, and blooming flowers. The new Medic looked up out of the den to the growing sunrise.

“Guess I’m really doing this,” he resolved. 

Myrtleclan is reborn