Returning.((CREEKPAW))

[x.bellrose]

Bellrose padded into her den wearily and lied down on a moss bed. Where was Amberpaw? she though to herself she didn't see her in the den. She sighed she was pretty much better anyway. Then she closed her eyes even though sleep wouldn't come.

After a little while she stood up and went to check on the herb stock. Poppy seeds are low. I'll get some tomorrow. she said and sat down just staring at her herbs. Spiralpaws image was twisting in her mind. Ugh. She really wanted to see him but she knew it was wrong. But why was he so nice to her, he was so handsome too. Ugh. She sighed again. Black bags hung under eyes and she didn't blink as she stared at the herbs, thoughts racing through her head.

[.::CreekPaw::.]

A cheerful shape padded into the medicine cat's den, his long fur flowing his eyes dancing and his air of extreme vanity hung in the air about him. The young tom trotted over to his mentor and plopped down on the moss den beside her, a huge grin on his face. "Doesn't my fur look beyond beautiful today? I think it's just gorgeous!" The tom purred, his large clumsy paws fumbling over a dust clod.

Creekpaw was always that way, he thought he was the prettiest cat that ever and ever will walk the earth. He always kept his pelt glossy and well groomed, he always smiled, and whenever there was water he stopped to examine himself. It could get annoying, but he was as helpful as apprentices get. And surprisingly, he was very serious about being a medicine cat, although it had been rumored that he was only a medicine cat so he wouldn't have to fight and risk getting dirty.

[x.bellrose]

Bellrose was startled. She turned around and saw her apprentice "Yes you're pelt is beautiful, as always." she said with an amused purr. It was hard to see Creekpaw in the darkness but she knew he probaly was anyway. Then the darkness train of though made her remember what time it was. "You should get to sleep soon its past midnight." she said in her caring way. "Oh and remind me to get some poppy tomorrow." she said. She knew she would forget about it in the morning.
((Blech.))

[.::CreekPaw::.]

The tom shook his pelt and smiled, kneading his massive paws into the moss. So someone does appreciate me! The tom purred, letting it go to his head (as always). He sighed and peered back out of the den to camp. Two warriors, who he could not distinguish from there, sat guarding camp, and a solitary elder sat half in-half out of the elder's den, looking up at the stars. But other than that there was not the usual lively crowd as there was in day-time.
So the brown tabby nodded. He gave himself a few hurried licks and turned a full circle in his nest before settling down in a sleeping position. "If you say so, Bellrose." The apprentice smiled. In a way he still felt like a kit. His mother had never been very motherly to him, and after his family all dying off from sickness, Creekpaw was left alone. But not entirely alone, he had Bellrose. And she was a mother to him. He nodded, blinking his olive-amber-brown eyes. "I'll remember!" The tom purred and set his head down on his fluffy paws, letting his eyelids slide shut and his breathing become deeper and more rhythmic.

[x.bellrose]

Bellrose watched Creekpaw as he laid down and she purred then looked in a little pond. She looked horribly tired. She probaly she lay down and sleep. So she went to her bedding and lied down. Creekpaw was like her son. Ever since he was a kit he would visit her and Moonclaw. Oh Moonclaw. She sighed. Creekpaw was like her son and she had found it wrong that his parents had treated him wrong. She sighed and closed her eyes.
((Cherry if you want you could have Dreamstar give her her dream now ))

[.::CreekPaw::.]

Creekpaw opened his eyes to dappled sunlight shining through the trees and onto the ground. "Thats funny." The tom meowed to himself. "I remember going to sleep in my nest, not out here near the Sunning Rocks." He shook his petty little head as the sound of small feet came to his ears. Soon enough he saw a mouse. The tabby bolted after it, his paws pounding on the mossy leafy ground. Then suddenly he tripped, and the mouse sprouted wings and got away. Creekpaw sighed and began to groom himself, even in dreams he was vain.

((UHG! Terrible post on my part. Blech >.<))

[Dreamstar♫]

Slowly, Bellrose's mostly black dream started to materialize into the RiverClan camp. It was still night time, the same time as the ThunderClan medicine cat had fallen asleep. No noise was heard from the any of the dens around the camp, not even the sound of other cats sleeping. The only sound that anyone could hear was the faint crashing of the river nearby.

A familiar silver pelt sat by the entrance to the camp, her sapphire eyes searching for the pelt of the cat she needed to talk to. "Bellrose," She called, knowing that her voice would reach the she-cat. She had waited to give the young medicine cat a message ever since they had met at the Moonpool. Now, it would finally be delivered. The she-cat's eyes turned to look up, a shooting star lighting up the sky slightly. I know... She thought, knowing that the others were warning her about time. Midnight had always been a risky time to deliver messages.

[.::CreekPaw::.]

Creekpaw fumbled along in the forest, and suddenly he came upon the stream that lead to the swampy part of RiverClan territory. The tom smiled and straightened himself up, then without thinking he leapt into the river. But suddenly it was no longer a river, but a rollercoaster. It took him bolting along, swirling and bouncing when suddenly it came to a waterfall and dropped him. "I don't remember this being here!" Creekpaw wailed as he fell and fell, down into what seemed like nothingness. Then suddenly he took off flying, though he was not sure what direction, eventually he landed near camp.Finally, I'm done with this nightmare and I can go home! First I tripped and ruffled my fur, then I got all wet and flying probably made me look like a walking puff-ball! How I hate blow-drying! The petty tom thought, shaking out his fur. He started to pad towards camp.

((Dreamy, either I can make something else happen to him, or he can run into Dreamstar and Bellrose here.))

[Dreamstar♫]

[Something else....I pmed you back]

[x.bellrose]

Slowly the darkness faded as Bellrose padded around in her dream. Then the image appeared as if it was done developing. The same silver tabby appeared in her dream as from the moonpool. At first the medicine cat didn't recognize where she was then it came to her. They were in the RiverClan camp. She had only been there once or twice to deliver some needed herbs as an apprentice. Now that she knew where she was she needed to know why, why was she in the RiverClan camp? "Hello Dreamstar." she dipped her head to the leader. "What can I do for you?" she asked in a calm voice.

[.::CreekPaw::.]

((Okey-doke! ^_^))

Suddenly Creekpaw's dream cut off, and he was brought back a memory where he and his siblings were playing at their mother's side, but she was so weak looking. When he was younger, Creekpaw didn't know what was happening to his mum, and he would always go to Bellrose and Moonclaw asking them to come and see her. 'Go look at mama, she's coughing.' He would meow. For when he asked his mother what was wrong she would only look at him with empty eyes and sometimes shoo him away. The memories were hurting him, so Creekpaw ran with all his might and then found himself by the swamps. The tom sighed and lay down, staring up at the stars. He knew he was dreaming, but sometimes it was nice to lay back and relax while you dreamed. Little did Creekpaw know, those were the times one thought of the most amazing conclusion to everything, and then forgot it when they woke.

[Dreamstar♫]

[Ahhh xD I meant to say ThunderClan camp.....opps XD It's ok though...I can make this work =p]

Dreamstar's sapphire eyes relaxed a little as the ThunderClan medicine cat slowly appeared. She dipped her head in response to her greeting but, for once, all traces of playfulness had faded from her face. "I'm sorry to have brought you here," She apologized quickly, her silver tail flicking agitatedly. Her eyes flickered up to the sky, the whispers in her ears growing louder. "I haven't got much time so I really didn't have a choice."

The sky seemed to be growing lighter with each passing moment, making the grey she-cat fidget as she struggled to keep a calm composition. The only thing that showed her worry was the silver tail that she unconsciously twitched back and forth. Dreamstar turned back to Bellrose again, getting a little more serious then before. "I have a message to deliver but I haven't got much time," She added, repeating again how limited her time was.

[btw she can only hear the whispers...]

[Pineclaw]

Pineclaw apeared, sitting next to Creekpaw. The starry warrior looked at the tom's face. It looked bothered. "Hello there, Creekpaw. Is something bothering you?" Pineclaw knew she had to tell him something very important but she had some time to talk.

[.::CreekPaw::.]

Creekpaw looked over to Pineclaw and stared up in awe. This was the first StarClan warrior he had ever met, and Creekpaw was all too worried that they would think his pelt looked messy. But of course they won't, my pelt is never messy. The tom thought, giving his tabby pelt a few quick licks. "Hi. . . uh. . . bothering? No, I'm just exhausted from this dream. I wasn't able to catch a mouse, and then I fell and dirtied my pelt! What a nightmare, but anyway I'm afraid I look like a blubbering mouse-brain so I'd better stop and um. . . . Hi, how's your day been?" Creekpaw asked, stuttering here and there. He glanced at his fur as he spoke and realized that it wasn't dirty or muddy or wet or fluffed up by the wind. The vain tom thought this very funny because he had sworn that he had gotten dirty earlier!

[Pineclaw]

Pineclaw closed her eyes and purred. "My day has been ok. How has your day been?" Pineclaw thought this young tom was very amusing. His pelt was not dirty. She knew what his dream had been about though. She knew everything that had happened to him. Pineclaw thought about how she could express the prophecy that she had to tell him.