| Lightningstorm |
22 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat
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She'd been here before. Lightningstorm had forgotten faces. The names associated with them. But the familiarity that each location she had grown accustomed to in some way was still there. The knowledge of her surroundings returning to her the moment she stepped foot upon them.
Lifting her head from between her paws, the medicine cat woke up to fields she hadn't been in since her memories had been taken from her, their familiarity taking her by surprise. Was this a dream? Or was it memory? The last time this had happened the location was... not one she was familiar with. Her visitor one she had thought a mere vision from her past trying to come through the dark crevice her entire being seemed to have been banished to until he started saying things that she couldn't have known. Spewing facts she shouldn't have been privy to. There was no such sense of discomfort here. No soggy sand nor loud waves. No nearly drowned black and white cat to speak to her.
Blinking, the herbalist got up, studying her surroundings. Unaware of her company until lapis hues met brown and for a moment she thought her starless visitor had come back for another visit. She opened her mouth, about to call out Cowmoon's given name. The one she was still convinced did not fit the tufted warrior. And yet she noticed her mistake before she could greet him. Because this was not him... but her. The eyes were wrong. The patches heart achingly similar yet not in the right places. But most importantly of all... stars adorned this one's pelt where only darkness seemed to have consumed the other. Lightningstorm's heart didn't feel the same trepidation of equal parts joy and anger at the sight of her. Merely a sense of ease. Of mild familiarity. The same clanmates like Firestorm and Crowtooth had radiated with when she'd first met them for the second time in her life.
"Larkthroat," she repeated, the name flowing out of her mouth easier than Cowmoon's had. Unlike the previous black and white feline, it appeared the star clad one had no lies to offer with her words. Nothing to hide from her even as the medicine cat tilted her head curiously, assessing the former WindClan queen.
"We knew each other? Were you like Cowmoon, then? No... you have brought prophecies, you say? That must mean you are an ancestor proper, not from my time?" Lightningstorm continued, her gaze adopting a thoughtful expression as she sat.
"I doubt this is about what was taken... but considering I haven't had any contact from StarClan since... Well, I suppose this isn't a social call."
Questions. That was what Larkthroat had claimed she was here to respond to. And questions the herbalist had. Like what the hell had happened to her memories? Because try as much as she liked, it didn't make sense. She had treated cats with amnesia since her own recollections vanished, and it just wasn't the same. There were even times when she could feel them. When she realized her memories were coming back, only for a blinding headache to take them all away again. Was it true then? What Cowmoon had said? That StarClan had taken them all away?
The wiry framed she-cat studied the queen curiously as she debated this dubious knowledge she had gleaned from her previous visitor, and yet unlike him, this one seemed to be here with no secrets. Nothing hidden within. The wish to help was still there... yet there was something selfless here that the other had lacked. And yet this wasn't the only question that burned in the back of her throat. What of her family? Was she a part of it? Why had two cats that seemed so... similar somehow visited her? True, she looked nothing like Cowmoon and Larkthroat, but why else would they feel like the closest she'd felt to family since waking up in the nursery. Outside of course of her oddly overprotective urge to keep those bloodied kits she'd seen when she'd first opened her eyes. But that was different, she was sure. How could you not feel some level of responsibility for kits you first encounter in a situation like that? Where the mother should have been dead despite what you assume was your best shot yet somehow she wasn't.
What of friends? Her past in the clan? Why did some cats look at her with trepidation in their eyes? With fear or distrust? Had she done something to earn their suspicions? Had this been the reason StarClan had wiped her clean of any knowledge she had in regards to these cats? And yet even as more questions piled up in her mind, one took center piece, escaping her instinctually as the single most important query of all.
"Is WindClan in danger? Is that why you're here?"
Her intense need for knowledge could hold. She could get answers to questions about her past at any other time. There were things more important than just her at stake here. There always were. Thus was the life of a medicine cat. Besides, what did her past matter if her clan's future was uncertain in accordance to the stars?
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Rani [Larkthroat]
Déjà vu [p]
