A great tiredness sweeps over Coldamber as she approaches the pool of water she's always used to connect to the living world, once again taking upon herself the mantle of guidance. RiverClan had recently, finally, named itself a new Medicine Cat, this one was, blissfully, not another child to become crushed beneath the weight of expectations.
Mistyshard, the speckled molly mused, sounded familiar. Perhaps they'd been one of the several cats she had taught as a last ditch effort to keep RiverClan afloat when it had not seemed to wish to name another healer once Tansypaw had left. She could not remember, however, whether or not that was the case. She'd been pre-occupied since that last dream, and had been taking the time to spend it with her family, to think on the offer that had been granted to her. To re-tread old paths, after a month of blissful peace, it made her weary.
But she hoped this would be the final time she might need to re-visit this pool for anything other than communication with those she called family, that still resided within the living world.
After a few moments of simply gathering her thoughts, and preparing herself, Coldamber dipped her paw into the water and searched for Mistyshard among her Clanmates. When she found the new Medicine Cat, she clenched her paws as if physically grabbing the other cat, and pulled her paw from the water as she rugged on the Medicine Cat's consciousness, an invitation to join her in this dream.
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A Cold Mist [Mistyshard Training]
