Condorpaw's Moonstone Journey

Mintwhisker walked slowly out of her den, two bundles of traveling herbs held tightly under her chin. Another day, another journey.
"Condorpaw." Mintwhisker tapped the apprentice with one paw. "It's time to go."
When the apprentice finally stirred, Mintwhisker withdrew from the den, walking towards the edge of camp to wait for him to grab a bite to eat before they left. "I know the herbs taste awful," She mewed sympathetically, "B-but they'll give y-you energy and k-keep the hunger at bay until w-we make it back." Once Condorpaw had eaten all the herbs, Mintwhisker lead the way out of camp and towards Mothermouth.


"Be careful- the path can be slippery." Mintwhisker carefully padded up the steep base of the mountain, wending her way gracefully past rocks and boulders. When the pair finally arrived at the top of the mountain, the Medicine Cat paused for a moment, catching her breath. "I want you to s-stay right behind me, a-alright?" She nodded at the tunnels. "It's pitch black i-in there, and I d-don't want you getting l-lost."
The short-legged she-cat lead the way through the tunnels, making sure to keep her tail outstretched in case the tom required any extra guidance. After a short while, the pair emerged into the main chamber, which was already filled with Moonlight that reflected off of the Moonstone. "D-don't be afraid." Mintwhisker sat down near the tunnels. "T-touch the Moonstone, and you'll f-feel a strong u-urge to fall asleep. Once y-you do so, you'll f-find yourself in Starclan. I-I'll be right here w-when you wake up."

Condorpaw made himself comfortable in front of the Moonstone. Then he touched his nose to it. The apprentice soon fell into a deep dream.
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The huge tom awoke in the plains of Starclan. His stoic expression not revealing the slight excitement he felt. He waited patiently for any Starclan cat to come give him advice.

A small but wise looking tom appeared before the stoic Condorpaw. His black and white pelt along with his golden gaze was was undeniably familiar. "Greetings Condorpaw. I am Littlepaw, a previous apprentice of Skyclan. My unfortunate demise by falling never gave me a chance to meet you or any current apprentices. What do you have on your mind Condorpaw?" Littlepaw sat down and waited for the younger but larger tom to begin speaking.

The tom hissed slightly before beginning to speak, "I'm just a bit disppointed with how weak and pathetic Skyclan has become. Is there a way for me to help bring my clan back to how it was meant to be? It should be powerful! It should be feared! We shouldn't be suffering losses after losses of leaders and apprentices. I need to know what I can do!" Condorpaw poured his heart and soul out in frustration. What could he do?