Lionpaw's Moonstone Journey

Both of Primroselight's apprentices were nearing warriorhood, and so that of course meant Muddythorn would take them to the moonstone. Lionpaw was also the tom's cousin, taken in by Ashstorm, even if they didn't know each other extremely well. The medicine cat was worried about falling out of touch with his clan, often missing out on group patrols and memories made from them, instead spending hours of his day holed up in the medicine den. That would be something he could change in time, and would very much like to.

The rain had pattered away through the night, but by now it had eased off in time for dawn, leaving only grey skies and slippery ground. Muddythorn woke the golden apprentice, forever careful not to disturb surrounding denmates. "Let's get going Lionpaw," He said quietly.

He pushed foul-tasting herbs towards him before they left, each apprentices' reaction similar and also and instant classic. "They stop you feeling hungry or tired, but sometimes I wonder if the taste's worth it." He jokingly explained. The sun wasn't fully in the sky yet as they left, but they wouldn't reach their destination until near moon high.

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As the weather grew harsher each passing day, so did the journey. Even Muddythorn, who was used to the long walk, found it more difficult in the cold, so he felt endless pity for the apprentices he dragged with him each time. Still, they made it there in time, and the medicine cat led the way up the trail to mothermouth. He gave his usual talk at the top - "The tunnels are dark, so stay close behind me. When you reach the moonstone, lay down beside it and you will fall asleep quickly and then meet with Starclan. Whatever advice you need, they can give it to you." If only they were so direct with him at half-moon meetings.