Owlpaw's StarClan Dream

The next cat meant to speak with StarClan had been one of Jaystar's kits. When the litter had been born, Cloverheart was more than surprised at their appearance– the griping and muttering done over his former mate had made future partnerships an entire shock. However she felt about it, she wasn't close enough to the leader to say anything about it– nor did she care that deeply. But the dark-furred apprentice was in her den now, carrying with him that smooth and shadowy form his father bore. The medicine cat waved her tail in greeting, not moving from where she'd already settled herself. "Get comfortable wherever you'd like, Owlpaw. Ebonyhaze is outside at the moment." Her jaws parted in a yawn, whiskers twitching as she wiggled herself into a more comfortable position. "I hope in your future you get to see the Moonstone for real. For now, though, we'll just go to sleep. If you have any questions, ask them now. May StarClan find you in your dreams."

He hadn't ever slept in the medicine cat's den before. The place smelled heavily of an assortment of herbs, one of which he knew to be the bile used to help the elders with their ticks. Aside from a few scratches, it was the only time he truly visited the den. How odd it was to have a place in the camp that he was unfamiliar with. The Dark Forest, he even knew the leader's den from his visits with his father. But, nonetheless. Owlpaw was here now.

He offered the medicine cat a simple nod, finding a place in the nest next to her. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as his own nest, but if he needed this to become a warrior for his clan, then he could take a little nap in the Medicine Cat's den. Settled in, he glanced towards Cloverheart, wondering if they truly believed in StarClan. Since he has been alive, Owlpaw hadn't seen anything regarding the mystical clan that watched over them. All he had ever seen is the shadowy figures that swept through their clan.

Despite himself, Owlpaw took a long while to fall asleep. Thoughts ranging from something blasphemous to concerned. Yet, slowly, as his thoughts wandered, the tom eventually fell asleep, nose pointed towards Cloverheart.

When he dreamed, it was of darkness. Nothing that spanned from him to forever. The tom couldn't run or do much else than watch. Slightly irritated, Owlpaw's thoughts surfaced again, wondering if those cats up in the stars really did exist. All signs point to no.

At the thought, he awoke. Light streamed into the den. Warm rays begging him to leave and escape the musty den. It was daytime. And he had wasted the entire night dreaming about nothing. An absolute waste. Seeing Cloverheart begin to get up, Owlpaw sat with his tail wrapped around his paws. "What is it like following a myth?" He asked, voice pleasant despite his words. "I believe the things I can see. I haven't seen heads or tails of this myth."