August Medicine Cat Meeting

Mossbloom's moon-washed calico frame was seated atop a rock when Amberdawn drew out into the moonlight in search of her. ThunderClan's newly named medicine cat was waiting. Though her eyes were dark with thought, they also bore concern. The she-cat had seen Amberdawn's expression and approached swiftly. The golden tabby didn't draw away as Mossbloom approached; though things still didn't feel the same, that part of Mossbloom had always been there. She'd always cared. Mossbloom pressed her pelt against Amberdawn's, softly asking if she was alright. Amberdawn was quiet for a moment, not responding, but she pressed back against her friend to make it clear that the gesture - and the company - was welcome.

She stood quietly for several moments before she murmured, "I'm... not. I'm not alright." Amberdawn turned her dark amber eyes sadly to her friend, and she said solemnly, "Something big is about to happen. I don't.. I don't know exactly what." Her gaze dropped to the ground. "I'm not ready for whatever StarClan showed me."

There was nothing left to say. Amberdawn flicked Mossbloom's tail with her own and began to descend back towards the moors and, eventually, home.