Lilacbud's fur glittered in the afternoon sun, again turning the almost-violet shade that had given the medicine cat her name. Lilacbud was cheerful and friendly, but often in the scorching afternoons, she would become silent and walk around like a lost kit. Today was one of those days. She knew that it was this kind of day on which she had been born and her mother had died. Lilacbud, who had tried so hard to leave the past in the past, where it belonged, was always thwarted on those sunny, clear summer afternoons where the whole earth was warm. She looked towards the snowy mountains that dominated the landscape. That was where she had searched in vain for the herb that would save her brother. Lilac meowed softly and went back to her den. A sprig of lilac was on the ground. Lilac gently smoothed it and placed it back in the corner where she slept. Giving as much a sigh as a cat possibly could, she collected so herbs from the bundles she had made and began to re-order them into groups that she could make into medicines. The storm had taken everything, not that there was anything more that could have been taken from the snowy white cat.
Hurricanestar stretched, black and silver pelt shimmering in the late afternoon sun. The young leader had just returned from visiting her parents' grave on the edge of the territory. "Lilacbud, I'm bored, do you need any help?" she asked the Medicine Cat, it was moments like these that made one remember she was not very old.
Lilacbud jumped but forced herself not to whirl around. She was used to not having company. "Hello, Hurricanestar," she said. "I think I'm fine, but thanks a lot anyway!" She looked at the afternoon sunshine. It was a beautiful day, but the medicine cat wished that it wasn't. Beautiful days tended to make her even sadder. She knew Hurricanestar was an orphan, and didn't want to make her leader feel the same way that she did. At least her father was alive, as far she knew, even though she never knew him.