Flightsky sat in his den preparing some traveling herbs for himself. This was the first half-moon meeting for the medicine cats and Flightsky was nervous. He really wanted to talk to the other clan's medicine cats about his dream and to speak with Starclan.
He left his den into the quiet of the camp. All the cats were in their dens for the night. Fallowspirit was guarding the camp entrance as he left. “Safe travels, Flightsky.” Fallowspirit called after him. Flightsky nodded his head and continued for the grassfields. He dreaded the long walk ahead of him to the Moontree. He had only been the clan's medicine cat for eight days but he was already tired.
He walked through the forest, past the double tree, across the thunderpath, crossing the river on the twoleg bridge, and lastly climbing down the rocks into the grassfields. He saw Droughtwatcher, Blinkpaw, and Scorchsplash already waiting there. He inspected Droughtwatcher. The Lemonclan medicine cat was already 180 moons old. I wonder how long he has left. He then looked at Blinkpaw. She was already 8 moons old but looked so young next to Droughtwatcher. Good thing Droughtwatcher already has an apprentice. He then remembered his own age. He was getting old and should try to find an apprentice soon. It’d be the safe thing to do.
The medicine cats exchanged greetings with each other as they waited for Doveshine. She climbed down the hill from the Blueberryclan side of the border a few minutes later.
“I hope you didn’t have to wait too long.” She nervously giggled.
“Not long at all.” Droughtwatcher responded.
The medicine cats started their trek along the river to the Moontree. After they crossed the thunderpath Flightsky said “I need to tell you guys something.”
All the medicine cats turned their heads to listen. “I had a dream from Starclan a few nights ago.” He told them. “I was gathering herbs along the river by the Lemonclan border and there were three lemons and then rotted after a minute. The sky then split half and half with day and night and the lemons changed back to normal and not rotten.” He was talking so fast and forgot to breathe, the image still clear in his mind.
Blinkpaw looked scared. “What does that mean for Lemonclan?” She asked in a quivering voice.
“Well, clearly something bad is going to happen to Lemonclan that makes the clan rotten.” Scorchsplash said in a matter-of-fact voice.
“So does something with the day and night have anything to do with saving Lemonclan?” Doveshine chimed in.
The medicine cats nodded their heads. “I think it’s too soon to tell what the omen means.” Droughtwatcher told them. “If Flightsky only had the dream a few days ago it means it’s something that will happen in the future, but not yet. So keep it on your minds but don’t worry yet.”
All the medicine cats nodded again. Flightsky trusted that Droughtwatcher was right. He was the wisest of them all and knew the most about how Starclan worked. Flightsky felt as if a weight was lifted off of him. He was glad for the advice the other medicine cats had given him.
All the cats gathered in the center of the small clearing. The clearing was next to the twoleg place with trees going south. To the east of the cats there were plains. In the center of all of them were four cats. Mumblefire, a medium furred white and pale ginger tom, Elkfoot, a long furred white and light gray rosetted tom, Minkwhisker, a medium furred pale ginger and blue tabby she-cat, and Doethroat, a medium furred blue-gray tom.
Minkwhisker, being the youngest of the four, stepped forward to speak. “We all know we’ve all been traveling for a long time. Starclan has contacted us saying this is where we are to stay. Since the lake flooded and we are a long way from home it is time for a new era of the clans.” She paused to breathe. “Thunderclan, Skyclan, Windclan, and Shadowclan no longer exist.”
This caused an uproar from the cats. “Why must the clans change?” A voice called. A medium furred, dark gray marbled tabby she-cat named Thriftgrass was standing. “The first time the clans moved the names didn’t change.”
“This time is different.” Said Doethroat. “This is the best thing for the clan.”
“And how do you know that?” Thriftgrass’s tail was swinging back and forth. “Did Starclan tell you?” She said Starclan as if it was a joke.
“Yes.” Doethroat responded coldly. Thriftgrass sat back down, appalled. “You can continue, Minkwhisker.” He told her.
“I will take Windclan as the new Blueberryclan.” She continued. All the cats that traveled from Windclan hesitantly stepped forward to stand behind Minkwhisker. The group was really small, only having eight cats. Mumblefire stepped forward next. “I’ll take Thunderclan as the new Strawberryclan.” Another group of seven cats stepped forward and walked behind the elder. Elkfoot spoke next. “I’ll take Shadowclan as the new Lemonclan.” This time seven cats stepped forward to stand behind their guide. It was then Doethroat’s turn to speak. “And lastly, I’ll take Skyclan as the new Bananaclan.” Nine cats fell in behind Doethroat.
Mumblefire spoke to the newly named Strawberryclan. “Mossytail please step forward.” A really young tom walked up to Mumblefire. “Mossytail, you are to be the leader of Strawberryclan.” The ginger tom’s fur prickled in surprise. He was only made a warrior last moon! “Everyone please welcome Strawberrystar of Strawberryclan!”
There were few cheers for him as the rest of the cats started murmuring to each other. Elkfoot stepped forward to name the leader of Lemonclan. “Pikelight, please step forward.” A young she-cat stepped forward with her head held high. The gray bengal point she-cat’s fur was prickling with excitement this time. “Everyone welcome Lemonstar of Lemonclan!” This time there were more cheers but there were still cats murmuring questions to each other.
Minkwhisker then named Frostfur as Blueberrystar of Blueberryclan. The pale gray rosetted she-cat smiled nervously as cats cheered for her. Doethroat named Slightbloom as Bananastar of Bananaclan. The silver torbie point looked around, locking gazes with everyone, trying to show her importance. Slightbloom was the oldest cat to be chosen as leader, being 112 moons.
“Why aren’t you guys being leaders?” Strawberrystar asked in a shaky, nervous voice, just loud enough for everyone to hear. He took a deep breath. “You seem to know what you’re doing.” He said in a clearer voice. All the cats murmured and nodded their heads in agreement with Strawberrystar.
Minkwhisker chuckled. “Oh, my dears. How naive you are.”
“We are Starclan spirits. We were sent and reborn just for this purpose. Even though some of us had to wait very long to fulfill our destiny.” She told all the clans calmly. The other three stood next to her, gazing around at all the cats.
Some cats in the audience gasped, but others laughed. “Haha! Yeah right!” Lemonstar laughed uncontrollably. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. You just want to avoid responsibility.” She accused them.
Elkfoot rolled his eyes and stepped out of his living body, emerging as a Starclan spirit. The others followed his actions and all the cats were flabbergasted. Lemonstar looked dumbfounded as he laid his ears all the way back and stepped away, scared. “Oh…” Was all he managed to say.
“Find the Moon Tree to speak with us and gain your nine lives, leaders.” Minkwhisker spoke before disappearing into the sky with the others.
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All the medicine cats were wandering the territories. The camps, the borders, and the full-moon meeting place have already been found and figured out. Countless patrols have already gone around mapping out the territory but none have found the Moon Tree that the Starclan guides had talked about.
It was time for the first half moon meeting on the new territory. Having no communication with Starclan, the medicine cats decided to search the territory surrounding the clans to see if they could find anything.
“My paws are tired.” Blinkpaw complained.
“I’m sure we’re almost there.” Her mentor, Droughtwatcher, told her. Lemonclan is lucky to already have a medicine cat apprentice. Flightsky thought to himself. Droughtwatcher was really old and needed an apprentice. Blinkpaw is lucky to have a mentor like him. Flightsky thought back to his own mentor who had been very strict with him.
“Guys, I think I see something!” Scorchsplash called back to the rest of the medicine cats. They all ran to catch up. They were right along the border of Bananaclan and Strawberryclan.
Flightsky’s breath was taken away at the sight. There was a tall tree with a bunch of white flowers on its branches with some leaves. In the moonlight it looked as if the tree was glowing. “This is definitely the Moon Tree.” Doveshine said, amazed.
“Well come on!” Flightsky laughed, running toward the tree. Even though Flightsky was getting old he still had the spunkiness of a kitten.
All the medicine cats settled around the tree and touched their nose to it as they fell asleep to dream.
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