Honeypaw's Starclan Dream

Beechface appeared to be absent-mindedly sorting herbs, though her mind raced with unease. If the rogues discovered what she was truly up to, she and the apprentices would be in for a world of pain.

She'd managed to catch Honeypaw skins earlier in the day, informing the ginger apprentice that she'd be developing a headache and sleeping in the medicine den tonight.

Pawsteps at the entrance to the den made Beechface jump slightly, but upon seeing that it was Honeypaw, she relaxed, ushering the apprentice into the den and parenting to check her over as she complained about how her head pounded.

The apprentice was quickly shown to a nest towards the back of the den, instructed to sleep off the headache with Beechface pretending to give her a poppy seed.

All that was left now was to wait. The rest would be up to Starclan.

To be honest, Honeypaw never thought that this would happen. She doubted that she would get a headache, but the medicine cat was the expert. Shrugging slightly as she entered the medicine cat den and lying down at the back of the den, Honeypaw watched as Beechface gave her a...poppy seed. The ginger apprentice didn't instantly fall asleep, however she did eventually. Her yellow-green eyes closed shut and suddenly Honeypaw wasn't in her nest anymore. "Uhhhh...Hello? Am I dreaming or is this...something else?"

"Welcome to Starclan, Honeypaw. My name is Mumblefoot and I've come to speak with you." The black and white warrior padded forward, a dazzling glow studding his pelt and pulsating with it's own unique life as he padded forward. Mumblefoot was no larger than an apprentice and he lacked a most unusual feature - no tail protruded from his rear. A pleasant smile crossed his maw as he approached; there was a noticeable kindness that shone behind his gaze. While he'd grown up in Skyclan his entire life, born and raised underneath Rippedstar, the tom knew what it was like to deal with such mattered of mixed heritage. His father had been Windclan and while the elder cat had worked to earn his position and the respect of his clanmates, such things weren't easy to wrestle with. Although cowardice had been his own person demon, it was understandable the apprentice might wrestle with her own vices. Finally, he tipped his head, "Do you come here seeking answers?"

Honeypaw jolted slightly as a cat's voice came drifting out of seemingly nowhere. Whirling around, the apprentice was slightly surprised to find a rather...short warrior walking towards her, stars in his black and white pelt. "Oh...I must be in StarClan then." When the tom asked her what questions she had, Honeypaw almost screamed all of them out, before containing herself. "Yes. I have...a lot of questions. Who are the Asylum? What are they even doing here and why is StarClan so quiet? Are all of you not doing anything about this? Our privacy is almost nonexistent as they follow us around everywhere. It's frustrating and I really, really want them gone. Fast."

Mumblefoot's expression darkened and he dipped his head. Of course, she wanted answers about Asylum. If he was in her pawsteps, surely he would have wanted the same thing. Once upon a time, the tom would have quivered at the idea of their camp being overrun. Now, the sensation was replaced with a helpless churning in the pit of his chest. Little claws picked at the starry earth as he sought for the right thing to say. A defeated sigh told of his answer. There was no right thing to say. No matter what he decided to say, there would not be a perfect response nor would it resolve the conflict of the forest below.

"I wish I knew more about that or could provide some peace to you, Honeypaw but the truth is that Starclan knows about as much about the Asylum as you do. They're ruthless beings, and strong." Mumblefoot meowed, meeting her gaze finally, "There is one thing I learned in life... it might not be what you want to hear but it is what I have to offer. The only thing in your own paws is you Honeypaw. Your actions, your decisions... use them wisely. It might not stop Asylum but it could help in some way. You never know." There was a hopeful flicker of a smile across his maw as he gaze glazed over.