Windclan Medicine Cat Meeting [March] [SOLO]

The day was long gone when Fawnsong finally decided to step back from his den. With his scarred appearance and the current presence of the Dark Forest, the tom didn't want to leave his cave too often. Right now, it felt the only safe place in this nightmare.

As he looked up to the sky, he thought... Half-moon, huh? I guess it is time... The ginger tom quickly returned back to his den and settled down on his freshly made moss bed. He recalled that tonight was the night were medicine cats from all clans gathered to meet with Starclan at the Moonstone. But with the Dark Forest guarding them 24/7 and the stars gone... it didn't feel like a good idea to travel alone to the mountains. I wonder what Dovefrost is doing... I'm sure he would know what to do... With his little experience as a spiritual guide, Fawnsong felt unsure about trying to contact Starclan. He had never gone to a meeting so he didn't know exactly what to do. The only experience he had were his Moonstone Journeys to become a warrior and later, to become a medicine cat apprentice. On both of those occasions, the tom had fallen asleep so he reckoned that's what he had to do. But then what? He went to sleep every day and it wasn't like he saw Starclan every night. Fawnsong sighed, defeated and frustrated by his condition. He rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes, thinking about going back to the starry plains and contacting his ancestors... maybe they would give a hint on what to do to recover the stars.