Cloudstone's Elder Ceremony

"Let all cat's old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the willow branch for a clan meeting!" Ivystar's sharp green gaze cut towards the Medicine Cat den, watching for Cloudstone's wizened form to hobble out of the place that he'd called his own for many moons. The medicine cat had served RiverClan well for many years, proving himself to be a noble and wise advisor. Though he struggled to speak reason between his two fiery-tempered leaders. It was high time for him to find peace, though Ivystar felt ancient as a result considering the fact she was his elder by a few moons.

If only Fogheart could see him now.

Goldeneye stepped out of the medicine cat den, taking her place next to her mentor. She would miss him greatly, his snoring and constant presence a comfort to her, especially in the recent days. She wished desperately that she would not have to take on the burden of complete medicine cat status on her shoulders, but alas she was his successor.

Before he stepped out, the black tom took a deep breath. This would be the last time he crossed this den's threshold as a medicine cat, and he would hopefully never return as a patient. Dear StarClan, he could already see himself as a patient, nagging Goldeneye about what herbs to use on him, or to just not waste them on an old sack of bones like himself. Although, one troubling thought crossed his mind. He'd broken his vow, but he prayed to StarClan if they would listen, that nothing would come of it. Nothing. Cloudstone took in the den he had called home for so many seasons, drinking in its scent, which was mostly just him, Goldeneye, and a forest's worth of plants, to be completely honest. Then, with much trepidation, he finally emerged.

Dark paws found themselves next to his soon-to-be former apprentice, and his eyes met those of Ivystar. It was time.