Frostpaw’s Moonstone Journey

Mossbloom’s sickness had affected Daisybloom, not physically, but mentally, very much so. Taking over quite a few of the responsibilities was both good and bad. It was a distraction, but some of the tasks were harder than others. Especially alone. Luckily, the older medicine cat was recovering and able to perform many of the duties now. However, Daisybloom had offered to do all of the Moonstone trips for the time being, just to be sure. The long trek couldn’t be good for a recovering cat. This morning, she rose up and grabbed a bundle of traveling herbs. Last night it had rained, and now the camp was filled with dew, adding a magical sparkle to the clearing. It was beautiful, and the she-cat looked around with a smile.

Next, she stepped into the apprentice den, which seemed a lot smaller than it had been when she was Daisybpaw. Nervously, she prodded the rib cage of the white apprentice with her nose. ”Frostpaw?” she whispered. ”Wake up, its time to travel to the Moonstone.” she explanned, stepping out into the clearing so the young she-cat could prepare herself and stretch out.