Medicine Cat Meeting 3/10/15

If those jagged spires silhouetted against the night sky were razor sharp teeth, then Mothermouth was Highstones' yawning maw. Sparrowpaw stood in front of it, wind tugging at her fur, murky green eyes wide as she stared. It was an inky blackness that starlight couldn't penetrate. If she ever walked in, she was sure the darkness would swallow her and never let her back out. Was this really the home of her ancestors? Was the Moonstone really in there?

"Wow," she finally sighed, half to herself as she waited for the other medicine cats. It'd been terrifying to walk all this distance by herself at night... She was only an apprentice after all, even if she was as old as some of her Clan's newer warriors. Fourtrees had been eerie empty, and at any moment she expected to get attacked by a WindClan patrol, or by a badger or fox, or of tripping and breaking one of her paws with no one around to help her. She was sure she was going to die while crossing the Thunderpath too, when a Twoleg monster came roaring from the distance just as she'd launched herself across. That wasn't even mentioning her more primal, nonsensical fears...

But no creatures of the night had attacked her, and now she was here, at StarClan's holiest site. Alone. In the dark. She shivered and sat down, curling her tail around her paws. There wasn't any respite from the wind here, and the ground below her feet was rough and gravely. "Jeez, where are the others anyway?"

Sunpaw walked past his mentor to Highstones. This was now his sixth time being here. He smelled Riverclan and sighed. He thought of Shimmerlight, Drift and their kidnapping of his close friend. But he padded into the area anyway. "Hi Spaarowpaw." He said as he sat down, gazing at the moon pool.