Strawberrypaw was coming to dislike this specific... feeling that she wasn't sure what was named. Too many cats that she didn't know so near, and only one of her. Scorpi(what kind of name was that)'s shrieking had Strawberrypaw's ears flattening against her skull, lips peeling back in a defensive scowl - up until the yelling turned into questions, and she wasn't sure what to do anymore, fur half flattened, half bristling. Burr? She wasn't a-- Now they were fighting. Her head tilts as she watches them, brow furrowed. If she tilted her head far enough, maybe they could resemble Jags and Frosty.
Oh, Twilightstar was saying something, but they were so far away. Strawberrypaw hadn't meant to end up all the way back here when her leader started speaking. She'd wanted to sit beside her mentor and see if she could see any of her siblings from up there. "Not. Talk to StarClan." The pale and peach she-cat finally answers the brown tabby, for the first time wondering if these two were littermates. They looked similar enough. She didn't like that they were bigger than her. Then again, most of ShadowClan seemed to have dark pelts, and were bigger -- look, there was another one now. Oh. The words sink in. Another one. She didn't like that thought.
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AHHHHH! THAT'S SO AMAZING! Weepingpaw was utterly ecstatic as Trickcat did his voice. His paws did a little jig in the sand to let off some built-up energy. As much as he'd love to see if Trickcat was up for some play fighting, he wasn't that dumb. His anger with Scorpionpaw had faded as quickly as it had come, so his sister's response left him baffled until he remembered that he was mad at her. He still felt insulted, but his excitement overshadowed all his negative emotions.
Sadly, it didn't seem like Scorpionpaw was as enthralled as Weepingpaw was with the Trickcat's talking trick. Weepingpaw stopped his stomping dance and peered concerningly at Scorpoinpaw as she moved away on high alert. Momster doesn't know something! That had to be a lie. Momster knew everything. She was ancient. Weepingpaw was ready to pick a new irrelativent fight with his sister again, but she was too busy freaking out and Weepignpaw was learning a name.
Burr? That's her name. Her full name was way too long for Weepingpaw to say, so Burr worked for him and Trickcat. His eyes grew wide as she said sand in grumpy Scorpionpaw's voice. This cat was the best. He wanted to take her home with him. "Sand, Sand, Sand. No working." He repeated the word as directed but swiftly found no change in his voice. He was ready to ask her for a new word since that one wasn't working, but his sister was being a meanybutt yowling and whatnot.
"No, bad Scorpi! Weeping's Burr nice." Weepingpaw barged over to his sibling and aimed some swats at her shoulder and head. Maybe if he wrestled her to the ground and she ate some sand, she'd be nicer to Trickcat. Weepingpaw wasn't mean to her cats. Why was she being mean to Weepingpaw's? He was momentarily distracted from trying to get his sister to be nice as a voice boomed over the gathering, the pretty cat was talking, but Weepingpaw paid attention to the other for a second before returning his attention to the she-cats.
@Rose @SuspiciousMindz
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Emberpaw
ShadowClan Apprentice
she/they/he | 6 moons | 26/100
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes] Purrks: Agatha Kitty
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Magician ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Scorpionpaw - @SuspiciousMindz ] [Weepingpaw - @Moonraven ] [Strawberrypaw - @Rose ]
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Finally, it was warm. Or, not warm, but a tolerable temperature. Emberpaw trailed behind the rest of her clan, keeping to herself. She had no friends to sit with, and her siblings were... stressful. But there, in the distance, was two of her less manageable siblings chatting with what seemed to be a WindClan cat. Emberpaw padded over, sitting next to her siblings but not saying anything, just watching the conversation passively. Definitely not shooting some narrow looks at the fluffy white-ish she-cat they talked to. She did hear Weepingpaw refer to her as his "Burr" which immediately rubbed Emberpaw's fur the wrong way. She was Burr. Maybe just for Houndpaw, but hearing someone else be called her treasured name made her eye twitch.
This was absolutely unacceptable! UNACCEPTABLE!!! Scorpionpaw stared in horror as Weepingpaw scolded her but praised her. The audacity!! Utter betrayal!!!! Her heart was shattering into a million pieces right before them. A MILLION! Scorp would topple backwards, bumping into Emberpaw dramatically all while side-eyeing the traitor and the witch cat. She'd lean on her sibling, tail thumping against the ground as she waited for some type of apology or explanation.
"Not yours! That's not yours!! That's StrangerCat! Mama says you can't trust them! C'mon Weeps! You caaaan't!" Scorp half howled, sitting up a little more just to nudge Emberpaw to get them to side with her. "Tell him Embers! He can't. We're family, she's not family!"
Then Strawberrypaw tried to tell her this wasn't a StarClan thing. Her eyes narrowed towards the she-cat, her tail thumping more as she tried to process it. "If not StarClan, how do you do that?! What's your secret??" she half hissed. The leaders were speaking, but she wasn't picking up on anything. She could feel her Mama's eyes burning into them briefly before her voice was booming across the crowd. She was sure the Gathering was going to end soon, so she'd have to try to get an answer out of this stranger soon or she'd hunt her down at the next Gathering and force an answer out.
| Lightningstorm | 28 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
That playful, affable look still on her face, Lightningstorm turned from Twilightstar to Dawnstar as the two spoke, her ears perking up as the ShadowClan leader mentioned knowledge on the traps. Genuine interest soon lit her gaze, a thirst for knowledge storming in her eyes before almost swearing out loud at the devastating news that the aforementioned knowledge had been lost. She wondered what had happened to the deputy that had served ShadowClan before Dawnstar, and could only assume this had been a long time ago. Had they died? Were they in StarClan, therefore all but unreachable with the current state of affairs? Or a resident of the Dark Forest, making them more approachable all things considered? A dangerous trip, to be certain, but she'd sent Cindersky back to wherever she'd come from during their last interaction, she could do so again with whatever cat decided to become a threat in her dreams. She was sure of it.
Giving Sleepysunrise a sideways glance, she wondered for a moment if there was any chance of finding out who this deputy had been from the medicine cat, but the odd, almost pouty way she was being stared at - or at least as close to a pout as she assumed the otherwise relatively blank eyed herbalist could get - made her resist the urge to ask. As it stood, despite their having shared knowledge before, they weren't close. None of the medicine cats were, in all earnest. Not that she was surprised. Clan tensions and the various attacks on the medics during her own young lifespan made it hard for the healers to consider lowering their guard, even amongst each other. A sigh of disappointment escaped her momentarily as Owlstar began speaking, and she politely listened... until a small commotion took hold of her attention in its entirety.
Lapis hues soon lost all of their amicability as they narrowed, her hard stare upon the trio of cats causing the commotion. Well... trio was a lie, she supposed. It was Quietjay and Lilacbird who were making the scene. Chuckles was merely doing the same thing she would have done... and taking a bite out of the unconscious cat's tail. The herbalists' muscles tensed. From a healer's standpoint, it appeared there was no cause for concern. Leechscar did not waste time. If he thought she was needed, he would have called for her in an instant. Yet even as he moved away he could see the unconscious tom stirring and waking. If he had awoken so fast, things were probably fine. Not to mention there was nothing she could do for him here at the gathering. A part of her wondered if he had been sick and simply had his head so far up his arse he decided risking the gathering while ill had been a good idea, but she quickly dismissed that notion. The fury would have called for her for sure if that had been the case. Which meant this was probably a case of overstimulation, much like Vinesmoke's had been.. or overexertion. The calico almost rolled her eyes at the thought.
On the other side, from a diplomatic standpoint, this was a bloody mess. And her reactions to the whole situation would not be able to make WindClan look any better for it. If she kept her ground, she looked even headed but callous and uncaring of her clanmates, even if the idiot was alright. If she left in a hurry after the two - Lilacbird had already separated from the two toms and seemed unperturbed, simply adding to her educated guess that the tom was fine - it would make WindClan seem perhaps a bit over desperate. A cat faints, and the medicine cat instantly rushes after them even after they woke up? They must really be hurting with the twolegs about their territory and whatnot. She could almost hear the rumors spreading about, and it took some will power to not grit her teeth in frustration.
Instead of doing either, Lightningstorm stood and waited, her gaze turned towards Twilightstar. She kept herself composed and unworried - an easy enough task as she truly did not believe the fainted warrior to be in any need of medical assistance - as she hoped to catch the leader's eye. A polite, unobtrusive way of letting her know she was going ahead to check up on the tom and see what the bloody hell had been up with that without coming across as too desperate or concerned. It seemed like the best course of action to take, and Twilightstar could always shake her head if she preferred the herbalist to stay behind. Gratefully, with ThunderClan not here, she could only assume the gathering was ending anyways, which meant she could stop playing this silly little game and check in with Leechscar to see if the tom had any information on what had happened soon enough.
Base by Cocoroll, color by Cloverspring ASHPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | A fluffy, pale grey tom with green eyes and a black-tipped tail.
Silver Tongue T1 | Mind Reader
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Littlepaw would bite Medicinema and Firema... Windclan was certainly an alien world to Ashpaw. "I don't think that them being her kits would stop Dawnstar from retaliating if one of her kits bit her... and, jeez, if anyone bit Sleepysunrise... They'd probably get shredded pretty good." He said, shifting his paws a bit. He didn't imagine that kind of thing would end well for anyone with how bad of a mood it would put their leader or medicine cat into.
Ashpaw nodded along as Littlepaw talked about the traps. It seemed like the Windclan apprentice hadn't really encountered the traps, herself, but she did seem pretty hopeful. "Well, I hope Windclan can get the twolegs and their traps taken care of." He replied.
It seemed like all three of the leaders had made their announcements. Did that mean that it was almost time to leave, or did the clans mingle for a little bit after? He wasn't sure how it worked... It wasn't like he got much of a rundown on how the gatherings worked. His ear twitched as a bit of a commotion started up nearby. He wasn't sure what that was about, but someone had been on the ground for... some reason? Had a fight broken out? He blinked as he looked over at the windclan cats.
Did that cat pass out? What was up with these Windclan cats? It seemed awfully strange to him. Had they been hurt by a trap, maybe?
Littlepaw blinked at him for a moment. "Sleepysunrise? Whatta peculiar name!!" She commented, twitching her whiskers. "Ya guys have'a weird habit 'o namin' cats, huh?" She asked, giving the younger apprentice a gentle nudge to signal she was just teasing. She didn't want to offend him of course! He could make a good friend being outsider her clan! She knew it was frowned upon, but he seemed different than most ShadowClanners... that she'd heard about.
"Ya, I reckon we'll figure it out!" She remained hopeful before turning her attention towards the commotion. She was a tad taller than her partner here and could make out some words and the cat in question. "Guess someone fainted," she spoke, ears flicking once. "Always sumthin' happin'," she sighed, glancing back towards the leaders for their reactions then to Ashpaw.
There was no damn escaping Lightingstorm was there. Noooooooo that little loud mouth had to comment on everything.
Lifting his head from the sand the tom snarked a "I heard that ya overgrown opossum! Yer weakness ta a pretty face has been noted an' will be mocked at a later date!" calling over at the medicine cats group. Perhaps it was for the best Lightingstorm was all the way over there and didnt have time to interact with the deputy group. Riverclan would file a harassment suit and she and Mistlewhisker would probably team up to bury Crowtooth alive.
Pointedly turning his back on the overgrown skinny rat of his friend the tom shook, hauling himself back up the seastones on Sunhearts tail, settling down next to (not on this time) Mistlewhisker and warning her with a pointed grumble. "Take this warnin' ta heart an' done make friends wit' medicine cats. Theyre all secretly sadists who can an' will torment ya. An' ya cant even retaliate 'cuz then yer the jerk despite the fact that theyre the one ruinin' yer life!" And if the opossum overheard then she deserved it.
Snorting amused at the situation and shaking out some of the sand in his pelt (completely ignoring if any of the sand 'accidentally' got on the molly) he shifted topics to both deputies, inquiring. "Any plans for new leaf? Shadowclan an' Riverclan sounds quiet so its the perfect time ta start big projects fer yall." If only windclan was so quiet, Crowtooth had a renovation of the medicine cats den in mind for moons now.
"The sand is very annoying." Rainpaw gave her sister full credit for that, lifting a paw and flexing it, grimacing as gritty grains fell "It just feels bad and gross, doesnt riverclan have lots of sand with their rivers and beach things? How do they handle that." A snort before a low scornful "The dumb fish probably are too distracted by their own smells to notice actually. At least the sand is better then snow though, its easier to push through and not all wet and soggy and we only have to deal with sand once a moon." All in all the sins of sand could be worse, Rainpaw personally disliked snow and mud more.
To answer Coldpaws question Rainpaw purred, chest puffing a bit. "I was waving to Leechscar, he actually came to the gathering for once, probably to defend us because I told him about that Grottopaw weirdo we met last time. He just bit an idiot clanmate who fainted for some dumb reason, the idiot is awake now." Good, their special selves deserved defending against weirdos until they were properly ready to do it themselves.
"Actually.... I dont see him tonight, Peachpaw do you see any more of those Dawnstar spawns? We should know of our enemies." Pointing at a loud and uncivilized group nearby the silver-lilac molly mused "I thiiiiink those three tabbies, the brown ones who are being baffled by Strawberrypaw are some of them. They look right." A scornful snort "Theyre talking weird though, not even like 'Strawberrypaw talking in other cats voices' weird, arent they our age?!" Ugh how pitiful in the most ugly pathetic way Scorpionpaw and Weepingpaw (not that Rainpaw knew their names) were talking like they were baby kittens not established apprentices! Why were they doing that???
Even if Coldpaw couldnt see the group no doubt she could hear them given how loud they were being.
Twilightstar's eye widens after Dawnstar gives up valuable information for nothing. She knew the other clan leader could be whimsical when she felt like it, but helpful was as rare as a blue moon. Since they weren't trading, she couldn't think of anything other to call it than helpful. It brought the chills down her spine, but she hid her unease like a professional. As for the deputy before Dawnstar, Twilightstar knew where she was going once she led the clan home.
She yawns and scratches behind her ear as Owlstar draws her attention to a fainted cat on the beach. Oh, come on. She pinned back her tattered ear and sighed, "That one's mine." She told her fellow leaders. That wasn't a good look at all. Here she was trying to make it seem as if WindClan had everything under control and was managing their twoleg troubles, but she had cats faint at the Gathering. What was with WindClan and fainting cats?
Thankfully, Leechscar was already across the beach and dealing with it quickly. He picked up Lightingstorm's biting technique and had Quitejay back on his paws, unsteadily. She glanced down at Lightningstorm and noticed she was observing the situation, and thankfully not making a big fuss out of it. She wasn't sure why she had been worried. Lightingstorm was one of the cats with the most sense in the clan.
"WindClan, let's go. Time to head home." Twilightstar leaps off the rock after nodding to both Owlstar and Dawnstar. It was time to move out before anyone else could decide to faint. The she-cat took point as they headed out. She assumed Leechscar would be in her den to complain about Quitejay later.
@Marigoldwhisper @Undertaker
Oops, it looks like he unintentionally hurt his sibling. Or at least that's what her dramatic act made it look like. Weepingpaw paws danced nervously on the sandy ground, itching to dart over to see if he had done any harm to his sister with her apology on his tongue, but the words thrown at him kinda hurt. It made something inside him throb with discomfort, and he felt super bad.
He spotted Emberpaw after Scorpionpaw fell back, his usual delight in seeing any of his siblings dimmed when he noticed she didn't seem happy either. Did he do something wrong? He just wanted to learn a trick and own a cat. He pinned his ears against his head, tucked his tail between his hind legs, and lowered himself closer to the sand. His cool stone all but forgotten at the thought of upsetting his family.
"Sorry, I am. Badcat is me. Weeping did mean to hurt you not. Trick learn I wanted. No replace Trickcat with family. I love family." After a battle of stubbornness, his tears fell from his face, but he ignored their victory while scrambling for words to fix whatever wrong he had done. He was highly aware that he didn't speak quite right. It never bugged him till he was stressed out trying to patch up something he didn't understand exactly how he broke.
Scorpionpaw didn't understand; she had Rude and Slobber, and she always talked to and played with Slobbercat. He wanted a cat of his own, one he could play with and talk to at the Gathering. He mostly wanted to learn Burr's trick, but other stuff could be done after he learned the talking trick. But how to say that in a way that won't sound like he was trying to make Trickcat family or replace his siblings.
Lost for words, more tears trickled out of his eyes in frustration, more than sadness. At this point, he figured he should just give up on keeping Burr. He wasn't going to pester her if it was going to make his siblings upset with him. His pelt twitched at the loud cry from stones. His ears jerked up and then back down as the clan names that had been eluding him finally emerged. WindClan. That's where Trickcat was from. Tears clouded his sight so he couldn't even tell if the WindClan apprentice was still around or had already left. He would have liked to say bye if he couldn't talk to her anymore, but he was not risking further upsetting his siblings.
@Undertaker @Rose @SuspiciousMindz @Mica
Emberpaw
ShadowClan Apprentice
she/they/he | 7 moons | 27/100
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes] Purrks: Agatha Kitty
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Magician ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Scorpionpaw - @SuspiciousMindz ] [Weepingpaw - @Moonraven ] [Strawberrypaw - @Rose ]
· · ────────────── · · "Birdecho can do that." Emberpaw pointed out plainly, their voice soft and low, a tone that could quickly become dangerous if she wanted it to. But she wasn't really thinking about that--more about how odd it was that her technical niece and this stranger shared the same ability. "Not StarClan, just weird." Stars, Scorpionpaw was being dramatic. Sure, Emberpaw didn't like Weepingpaw getting all cozy with a WindClanner, but in the end it was Weepingpaw. He didn't have a hurtful bone in his soggy little body. Emberpaw shot Scorpionpaw a look as if to say "see, and look, he's sad now" before flicking her sister with her tail playfully. Emberpaw's siblings were beyond stupid but goodness did she love them. Emberpaw nosed Weepingpaw's teary cheek to show she wasn't upset with him. "Friends are good. She seems nice." Emberpaw met the unfamiliar she-cat's gaze over Weepingpaw's ears, pupils narrowing to slits in warning. No one was going to take advantage of her brother while she was around, no sir. She wasn't going to trust this moor-rat, but better to keep an eye on her from Weepingpaw's side than prevent him from making friends all together.
It took Berryshine a few moments to realize that Lightningstorm was speaking to her. Blinking up at the older medic, the worried and distant look in the small molly's eyes softened slightly. WindClan's head always seemed friendly and charming, and no less today — even with the absence of Rabbitpaw. And it helped distract her from the fact that Sleepysunrise's piercing gaze had lingered on her (but at least she'd greeted back).
"O-Oh, you mean Sunheart...?" Berryshine mused, stifling an awkward but amused chuckle. The rosetted tom was like an older brother to her, and it was a bit funny to hear him referred to as the 'handsome deputy'. It almost made her have secondhand shyness, though it made no sense. Still, her skin prickled as if in embarrassment. "H-He's good. A great deputy, really... w-we've been blessed with him." She had a little smile as she spoke, clearly fond of the golden tom.
That brief conversation helped ease some of her nerves, even as the Gathering began (and she didn't miss the glances that her leader and/or deputy would shoot over sometimes; she'd try to meet their eyes when they did, showing she was alright). Talks of Twoleg happenings and trappings piqued her interest, her small ears perking up at the mention. It reminded her of a warrior she'd healed a few moons ago... Tigerfire, right? Yes, the she-cat had her leg caught up in one of those. But it had been a smaller one, likely meant for prey rather than cat. It was a bit surprising to Berryshine to see Dawnstar being so open about this information, the 'tongues' of the traps and whatnot, and she tried to keep up with imagining it. But it was hard when she'd only ever seen rope the strange, bramble-like material that'd been used on Tigerfire.
Owlstar's announcement brimmed her with pride, too, remembering how she'd helped Primroseadder when birthing her kits... and the announcements of the three new warriors warmed her heart. Rainwish was one of her dearest friends, and she had no doubt that Ravenglow and Talonhive would make for fine additions to RiverClan's ranks.
Besides that, there were cats passing out and uneasy glances... despite not knowing the cat at all, Berryshine had twitched, her muscles ready to leap down the rock. The only reason she didn't give into the instinctive urge to check on the possibly-injured cat was due to the fact that no other medic was moving, and... it wasn't her Clan, anyway. How would that look? Was it bad to jump to their aid, or make RiverClan look a bit too desperate?
Berryshine didn't really know... if she saw a cat in need, she just wanted to help. But after an uncertain glance at Lightningstorm, who seemed to be stoically minding the situation, she relaxed her shoulders and opted to not move. Others were already on it... and if the knocked-out cat's own medic wasn't responding, then there was no need. It still felt weird.
ThunderClan had never showed up, it seemed. Berryshine was simultaneously relieved by that fact, and unnerved at the idea that perhaps something major kept Bumblestar's Clan from attending. But WindClan was soon leaving, and Berry realized she'd never really gotten a chance to chat or be friendly outside of Lightningstorm's inquiry — it was hard with Clan (and personal) relations these days. But at her core, RiverClan's sole medic wanted to find at least some sort of connection. (Well, with ShadowClan, it'd have to wait; Sleepysunrise still terrified her.)
"A-Ah... hope the prey runs well for you all," she wished with a respectful dip of her head. Despite the bit of awkwardness to her tone, the heart beneath it was sincere. Even if she didn't directly look at Sleepysunrise, the friendly farewell was meant for both WindClan and ShadowClan. No use in being... hostile. So long as Sleepysunrise didn't poke about Cobwebstorm again; that was like salt in an old wound. But it had been a dream of both her and Cobs to one day have stable relationships with the other Clans' medicine cats...
Cobs, if you knew who ShadowClan's was, would you still think that? She couldn't help but wonder.
Then Berryshine looked to her leader and deputy, comforted by the sight of them on the Stones with her. They'd have her back — always. She waited for Owlstar's signal to leave.
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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with heather blue eyes and a short fluffy tail. He usually has multiple herbs neatly tucked inside his fur.
He/Him | 12 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Medicine Cat Apprentice | Silent, emotionless, and anti-social.
[ #SilentMCA ]
He was grateful that at least some of the medicine cats were somewhat alright with doing the talking. And given that he wasn't prompted to speak or asked a question, he was sure he'd stay relatively content for the rest of the night. What made it even better was the lack of ThunderClan. It wasn't like he had a problem with their medicine cat, but he did have a problem with one specific cat. And perhaps the whole Clan itself. He never got good vibes from them ever. (*ahem*)
It was awkward, being the only 'paw up on the stones, but while he told himself he couldn't care less, a part of him was thoroughly bothered by the fact. Intimidated? By them? Ha! As if. He almost let out a bitter scoff at his own thoughts. Intimidated. By medicine cats. Very funny, Silentpaw, very funny. If he were really intimidated, he wouldn't be watching them closely, listening to their conversations as if it mattered. And either way, none of the medicine cats were "scary" enough. Sleepysunrise? HAH! He couldn't understand how so many cats felt intimidated merely by her presence. Sure, she may be cold (and creepy), but who in ShadowClan isn't? Ahem. Anyways.
Upon further... Listening... To the cats' conversation, he realised something about Berryshine reminded him of something. Of someone. He shouldn't, but he found himself relaxing at her soft, timid and anxious voice. He didn't hear much of that in his life. Not that he wanted to. But it was always nice to know not everyone snapped at anyone they met. He was afraid if he had even a sliver of a sense of socialisation, unnecessary words would slip out of his mouth. He liked having thoughts to himself, thank you very much.He was suddenly very grateful for the lack of social skills he had.
He was itching to get back to camp, despite despising how claustrophobic it made him feel. Any place would be better than the Seastones at the moment. Too many cats and too many eyes. He very much cherished his privacy and mental state. And being near a crowd never helps. Sue him, boo-hoo.
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
