Owlear Speaks:
Of Herbs and Love
Rosetail has the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. They're a piercing hazel color, but I've seen them change depending on the light. She's a small cat with brown and white tabby patches. She's not a clever cat. I doubt she could even find her way out of a Twoleg den. She's also got a very bad habit of trusting every cat she meets. And she can act very condescending.
But I love her.
I know my desire for her is hopeless. I am a medicine cat. And she has a mate, even if he is in a different clan.
The only way I can live without her in my life is by convincing myself that every cat I save is somehow connected to Rosetail.
When her kit was born and I had the prophecy sent to me from Starclan, I knew that this was my reward for being loyal to my clan and not my heart.
I'm content with watching and helping Rosetail's kit grow up. Icekit has eyes like her mother: strong and deep. In fact the only difference between the two cats' eyes is their color. Icekit has bright blue eyes. Blue eyes that shimmer like the greenleaf sky.
They have the same effect on me that her mother's has.
They make me weak.