Post by Pinestripe on Apr 15, 2006 17:29:57 GMT -5
Pinestripe walked along the river's edge until she found the spot; a mossy comfortable place beneath a bending willow. She sat beneath the tree and curled her tail around her. The striped she-cat watched its drooping fingers trail in the water, making ripples as the wind swayed the tree. She was not needed now; her stocks were full, the Clan was not sick, not even her warrior duties were called for. In a way, the medicine cat liked this freedom, yet she was worried by it. A healthy Clan needed everyone; there should not be this time for quiet, contemplative thought. There was a nagging sensation that she was not truly an important part of the Clan. Everything was peaceful, without an apprentice (and here she felt a tugging at her heart: Mousepaw had left Riverclan to go to Thunderclan because she had felt that she did not recieve the training other cats did) she had little to contribute to Riverclan. Oh sure, she spoke to Starclan every half-moon, but there was no trouble in the peaceful forest. Her skills as medicine cat were not even needed in another Clan, for they all had medicine cats of their own. Oh Starclan, give me something to do! she almost begged.
