With the old path to moonstone restored, tensions between the two clans a little less high-strung, and information on Lichenmasks location, Goldeneye was feeling a bit more sure about herself, having accomplished so much in one conversation. Goldeneye suppressed a shiver, her eyes watering a bit as she collapsed to her belly in a fit of coughing as if all the times she held it back or cleared her throat to rid the urge coming to attack her in full force. For the longest time, Goldeneye felt like she could not breathe, gasping and choking on spittle as she struggled to get to her paws. Her limbs shook, shuddered so hard they threatened to collapse under her again. So much to do, so little time. She couldn't let some measly illness stall her.
She needed guidance from her ancestors, just because the sun and moon, the stars, they were all hidden but it did not mean they were absent. It felt like seasons had passed by the time she got to the moonstone, its silence deafening. Normally she'd be hearing something, the white noise would be getting louder, louder and louder into a cacophony of voices. But it was silent. Alarm shot through the she-cat as she padded into the tunnel, all she ever wanted was silence but now that she had it? It was frightening. Maybe it'd be better if it was under different circumstances... but not now. Weaving into the tunnels the she-cat followed the paw pads imprinted into the stone after seasons of use, as well as the fact that she knew these tunnels like the back of her paw.
Despite the night, and the fact had the moon still been around it'd be over the hole, there was little to no glow. The cave was lit, but it was lit with red, just like every other part of her world. "Please, please be there, we're lost and we need your guidance. Lichenmask is plotting something and we don't know what to do." She pleaded before touching her nose to the stone and flopping onto her belly, her aching limbs grateful for the rest.
