Silkclans Fall
The chilled breath of morning rode on the breeze, it tickled her nose as she held back the creeping itch in the back of her throat. The mornings had been getting colder as the start of leaf fall reared its head once more. This would be her second. Coldfur despite her name didn’t care much for the chilly weather. The fur along her spine prickled with a shiver as she tried to shake off the sting that could be felt on mornings like these.
The clan had been reeking of awkward air more than late. Cinnamonstar could only be found at Cherrybright’s side rather than caring for his duties, and Cherrybright had been falling into almost the same habits. As much as Coldfur didn’t like Cherrybright she couldn’t help but feel this twinge of guilt seeing their tails intertwined. Just a moon ago she had seen their leader touching noses with another cat. Their love only left a bitter taste in her mouth as she would pad past the two sunbathing in camp. Quillfur had been acting borderline hostile with their new clan member, Sirifern. Glaring at her when she as much as approached Chervilpaw and Agatepaw. But none the less the air between them read as, awkward.
She was pretty sure the rest of the clan at least picked up on that.
Piperglare had gotten her warrior name this moon. Remembering the sad somewhat violent apprentice was hard to picture now when she saw Piperglare strut across camp with confidence. Blissrise had been a good choice for her after all, he seemed to have made her find the part of herself she was missing. Her whiskers couldn’t help but twitch when she imagined herself being Blissrises apprentice. Perhaps she would be the most confident warrior in the clan, bringing honor and pride wherever she went. She winced with embarrassment as she realized how stuck in her head she was. She needed to stop imagining herself in Piperglares paws, she was the older cat, chasing kit like dreams.
Her eyes narrowed as she blinked back the intense sun rays casting down in vivid beams from the sky. The blaring wurr of bird calls rung in the start of the day, as she gasped in a large breath of early air.
“Morning Coldfur!” A familiar scratchy yet friendly voice chimed out from view. Her head whipped around to see the outgoing tom. Blissrise’s fur shone in the light, his yellow and orange fur probably quite visible by any prey in a two mile radius. His long thin tail high in the hair with greeting. “Good morning..” she almost mumbled. Something she always liked about Blissrise is despite her outwardly negative seeming attitude he never cared. He spoke to her as he would any cat. The blunt warrior had always spent his mornings with her sense she was just a shivering kit. If anyone was her “Dad” it would probably be him. “Get some good rest last night?” He murped. Or maybe not, she wasn’t so sure.
She paused slowly shaking her head “No.. not really..kinda.” Blissrise sniffed “Have you tried eating some poppyseeds?” Coldfur winced with his question “I don’t know where they are…” she looked down at her paws as that familiar wash of embarrassment passed over her, stars..she really was a useless medicine cat. “You have to ask the other medicine cats at your next meeting I think.” He stated somewhat bluntly “You have to put yourself out there.” She knew he was right, but didn’t want to have herself act the fool she was.