Wisteriakit's MCA Ceremony

Sparrowleaf stood outside Mothermouth's yawning maw, a Greenleaf breeze tugging at her fur. She fluffed herself up against the biting cold, despite the season. There was another little kit standing beside her today, with gray tabby fur, white paws, and green green eyes. Another apprentice.

Her last one had lived a short and miserable life. She'd never wanted to take on an apprentice, not until she was old and bitter anyways, but it'd still pained her that Ivypaw had died so young. Sparrowleaf hadn't dedicated enough time to her, not like Ebonyleaf had to her. That was a guilt that had weighed on her conscious, and when they finally said that it was time she took on Wisteriakit as her groomed successor, shame and duty bound her to obey.

"Walk carefully," Sparrowleaf warned her in a neutral tone. The Thunderpath and moors beyond stood behind them, dark and foreboding, and a slim crescent moon hung cold and lonely in a black sky. Ahead was their destination. Nothing was as dark as Mothermouth. "The stones are sharp here. You don't want to cut your paws."

Wisteriakit was more than excited; she was elated. There had been a...a battle, per se, between she and her sibling, Aspenkit, over the position of medicine cat apprentice. In the end, Wisteriakit had won and she was gifted the rank she had coveted since she discovered the den with the mystic healing leaves that smelled so delightful. And now, it was true. Along their way to the cave, Wisteriakit was hesitant to take her eyes off of her mentor, who she deemed almost as beautiful and respect worthy as her mother. She, of course, had stumbled once or twice awkwardly over her growing paws, but she had made it unharmed. Thank the ancestors for her kitten fur, even though it caused her mild trouble wading through the water right now. Silently, Wisteriakit nodded up at the older cat, not wanting to be disrespectful and speak. Finally, her eyes gazed down as she carefully navigated the rocks her new leader had told her about.

"This is Highstones," Sparrowleaf explained with a gesture of her tail. The mountains were silhouetted against the sky like jagged teeth. "This place is sacred. Here we're closest to StarClan." She glanced down at the kit. "It'll be dark. Just follow right by my paws. Don't be frightened."

This place gave her the chills, and she was a grown medicine cat. If there was anyone in the forest who could walk into those stone jaws without even a shiver, she would be shocked.

There wasn't much else to do but walk forward. With a quiet breath, Sparrowleaf padded over the sharp cut gravel and let herself be swallowed by darkness, leaving behind the fresh scent of gorse and heather for stale dusty air.

Sparrowleaf would quite regret telling her young companion to follow her paws, as the nervous kit ws quick to get under paws instead of just follow them. In desperate obedience, the kit followed way too closely to the elder cat, often scraping her sharp kitten claws along the heel of the medicine cat lightly, and tripping forward. The young one was too focused on her task at following that she was unaware of the rocky surroundings, getting darker and darker, scarier and scarier.

Sparrowleaf flicked her whiskers at the sting of small claws at her heels, but she didn't say anything. At least this way she wouldn't get lost in the many side tunnels that branched off into StarClan-knows-what. She was a cat of RiverClan. She could handle some scraping.

The tunnel seemed to snake deep, deep into the bowels of the earth, until a faint ghost-light began to fill the tunnel. It widened up into an open cavern, where moonlight and the scent of heather filtered in through a hole in the ceiling.

The Moonstone sat there, suspended in a beam of light. Even now, her breath caught in her throat from its beauty. It shimmered, light playing along the glassy surface, filling Mothermouth with glowing pale bands that danced across the stone walls. It was like a star that had fallen to earth. Maybe that's why this place was so connected to their ancestors in Silverpelt.

"Lie down next to it," Sparrowleaf instructed. "Just press your nose against it and close your eyes. I'll be right here. You have to go through this alone now."

With widened eyes, Wisteriakit took in the wonder of the glowing rock. Slowly, with robotic movements, she did as instructed, wiggling up on her belly before making contact.


OOC:: LAzy post lazy