Sparrowthorn's Medicine Cat Ceremony

Smallbean drew in a long, deep breath, lowering his head as the moor's stormy gales rebounded off of the mountainside and blew back into him. Before him stood a large, gaping cave opening; mothermouth. Behind him, Sparrowthorn. Although tonight the journey wouldn't be for him, the very fact that in a few sunrises it would be made his heart sink.

Their trip had been silent for the most part, but small flickers of conversation rose as he ducked through the cave opening. "It's uh, much like visiting the moonstone during the half moon... You just do what you normally do. Starclan controls what happens next." He felt no need to warn her further, for she already knew of how the moonstone functioned.

As the pair stepped into the cavern, Smallbean stepped to the side, settling in a crevice, the same one he would settle in all those moons ago when it was his own responsibility to guide apprentices to meet with Starclan. Just then, the moon shifted into place, and the cavern lit up, glimmering reflections of the moonstone painting shapes onto the stony walls. It was nothing special to Smallbean, not anymore. His eyes were left upon Sparrowthorn, crouched at the stone's base. Hopefully, Starclan would accept her.