Hawkpaw's Starclan Dream

The tom waited patiently inside his den for the apprentice to arrive. He still didn't feel comfortable wandering through camp with his scarred face but he made sure Hawkpaw would know to meet him in his den when the moon was high. Sorting through some herbs to help the tom relax, he welcomed the young cat with a sombre nod. "You can sleep in that moss bed I prepared." He approached the apprentice, keeping his face mostly in the shadows of the den so he wouldn't unsettle him. "Take these herbs. They will help you sleep. I apologize for not being able to bring you to the Moonstone... and I can't promise you you will meet Starclan tonight. But... let's hope for the best. I will stay next to you if you need anything else."

Hawkpaw had, silently, gotten up and walked to the Medicine Cat's Den. There was no internal complaining, no dislike of Starclan. Just a simple, almost morbid curiosity. Would Starclan speak to him, as they had his ancestors? Or had they really just... abandoned them. Maybe they had decided that it was just high time the clans figured things out for themselves, without all their cryptic rabbit dung. Though something felt wrong about not seeing Starclan, as if his ancestors were disappointed in him.

No, they were dead... but he guessed the dead could live again... couldn't they. One look at the undead cats that followed the Dark Forest around like lost kits confirmed that. A rush of breath came out through Hawkpaw's nose as he entered the Medicine Cat's Den, green eyes looking into the darkness to find Fawnsong. A quiet nod was all he gave, he was never one for words and wasn't planning on starting.

Hawkpaw plopped down into a nest, eating the herbs he had been given. Then he just... waited. It took some time, but the tom finally drifted off to find...

Absolutely nothing.

There were no dreams, no assurances, no wise words of wisdom to ignore. Hawkpaw slowly got to his paws, the dim dawn light beginning to shine through the den. "No dream." Was all he meowed, ducking out of the den. Well... he guessed that was that. He'd get his warrior name soon enough, though it felt as if Starclan wouldn't be blessing it.

Fawnsong waited patiently for the apprentice to wake up. In the meantime, he sorted through herbs and plants to get his mind distracted from the worst-case scenarios forming. When the tom finally woke up, the medicine cat hoped for something... for the slightest of signs from the ancestors. But the apprentice's expression said it all. The medicine cat apprentice let out a sigh of disappointment before Hawkpaw quickly left his den. "Good luck... and I'm sorry." He whispered, believing it was his own lack of connection with Starclan that had caused this lack of communication with Windclan.