Turtlepaw’s Moonstone Journey

Spiderquill sighed softly, tiptoeing over the other residents of the medicine den with two herb bundles in tow. Another day, another Moonstone journey. He felt old, what with all these cats he still viewed as kits growing up and becoming warriors. Where had the time gone? It seemed like only yesterday he was playing mossball with Honeytongue, dreaming of his future warriorhood and completely unaware of what the stars had in store for him. He was so lost in thought that he almost fell into the apprentices’ den, stopping himself just in time. He had been told what today’s apprentice looked like, so he scanned the various nests until he spotted him. He was unique-looking, fairly small with a bobbed tail. The lanky tom gently nudged Turtlepaw awake and pushed a herb bundle towards him. He left the den, swallowing his own herbs on the way, and waited for the younger tom.