Swift's Meddie Ceremony

Mallowroot arrived at the entrance of ThunderClan camp and waited for Swiftpaw.

OCC: Thank you guys for making this topic. I'm sorry I haven't been able to.


Hailstorm sat down waiting for the young tom to arrive, he nodded at his former mentor and smiled. He saw that the tom was getting some what old. Oh, Hailstorm did love his mentor like a brother, and he'd have no clue what he would do without him; he sighed even thinking about the though of Mallowroot leaving to Starclan. This thought unsettled him. But this wasn't what mattered at the moment, Swiftpaw was the one that mattered.

Swiftpaw had an extra spring in his pawsteps when he came to the tomcats. He smiled excitedly at both of them, but didn't say anything- his mind and heart were racing far too quickly for him to speak properly. Dewstar will be so proud! And Hailstorm! Maybe even Mallowroot! I can't believe they both came, this is going to be so great!

ooc: wtf, Mink, former mentor? The old grump is still your mentor. Even though you received your name, he's still the meddie xD

ic: Mallowroot huffed, watching a puff of cold air form in front of him. "C'mon," he mewed, turning. "The cold goes through my bones so much, recently, I don't think I can stand much more of it," he rasped, sneezing.

Swiftpaw cocked his head at Mallowroot, wondering if he was in good enough health to travel the entire way. Despite his concern, he said nothing as he followed his mentor's mentor away from his camp.

Mallowroot grunted as he continued walking, huffing every now and then.

ooc: Time skip?

OOC: Yes please.

OOC: Topic bump

ooc: Sorry, I spent 2 whole days without internet and helping my mom bake and bake and bake alotta stuff for family at Christmas.

IC: Mallowroot arrived at the moonstone, darkness shrouding his thin figure as he walked in the cave, stopping when they arrived at the stone, furiously glowing and lighting a small clearing in the cave. "We're finally here," Mallowroot sighed, flopping down for a rest. "These old bones don't handle traveling real well."

ooc: They DO go to moonstone, right? Sorry, my mind's a bit fuzzy xD

OOC: Yes they do X3

IC: Swiftpaw's tail flicked anxiously. He was worried for the old tom, but he didn't have any herbs or soothing words to help. He knew it was just old age and the pains that accompanied being elderly, but he wanted Mallowroot to at least be comfortable. Swiftpaw sat down outside of the cave, not needing to catch his breath. He had done this for moons now, and his muscles were well developed and quite used to charging through the trees and the WindClan moor to reach the half-moon meetings on time.