Larchpaw's Moonstone Journey

Larchpaw was... unsure how to feel about the new medicine cat. It seemed strange to him, to have a sudden transplant all the way from the other end of the forest--and this tom was certainly far grumpier than his female counterpart. He'd been a bit disappointed that Thymelight had gone and Hemlockfox stayed. However, he wasn't too worried about it for long. This probably meant that their leadership would be guaranteed a decent relationship with the faraway Clan, which meant less reason for them to go to war, and besides--it wasn't as if any medicine cat would be a real option for a mate, anyway. More like... flirting practice. Flirting wasn't against the Code. Failing all else, maybe they could just be friends. He bristled a little bit at the roughness of the tom's paw waking him up, but he shook it off quickly and rose to join him.

As they began the walk, it appeared that Hemlockfox didn't intend to say much. How boring. Larchpaw's fluffy flame-red calico tail lashed once behind him. "So," he said, breaking the early evening silence. "What do you think of WindClan so far? Isn't it beautiful?" Even though the sun wasn't up right now, the soft color of moonlight washed over the moors, making the grasses almost glow. He almost regretted that the walk to the Moonstone wouldn't be very far from here. Idly, Larchpaw wondered if Hemlockfox had ever run before. He seemed far too stockily built to go very fast. He'd be easy to beat in a race. Golden eyes scrutinized the seal point tom. "I haven't seen a lot of cats with your coloring, at least not in WindClan. It stands out a little bit on the moors. In a good way, though--not a bad way. You look very striking." He offered a winning smile. At least--most other cats seemed to like it pretty well. Hopefully Hemlockfox wasn't too much of a grump to like it, too.