Morningpaw's Dream

Dovefrost let out a small sigh. Another night, another apprentice. He longed for things to go back to normal, to be taking apprentices back and forth to the Moonstone, but those days were long gone. Before he hated leaving camp now he wanted to do what he could to leave camp, to find signs of Starclan anywhere he could, but it wasn't working. At least he provided a good night's rest to those who were supposed to be going on journeys instead.

Today Morningpaw had come to rest in the medicine den, and the older tom had welcomed him. Of course Dovefrost was going to stay busy most of the night, while Fawnpaw and Morningpaw rested. "Just relax and get some sleep." He told the apprentice.

Morningpaw tilted his head. While he enjoyed the aroma of the many herbs that were laid in neat piles in the den, he simply found the idea of sleeping in the den to be...well...lackluster.

What was he supposed to do? Sleep and try to think about StarClan before he slept? Apparently, no one was able to reach StarClan, so what was the point? What is an apprentice going to do that the medicine cat can't? The tom opened his mouth to argue but opted against it. The last thing he needed was those shadowy cats hearing him talk about StarClan.

With a sigh, he curled into an open nest. For a long moment, he couldn't sleep. In his mind's eye picturing a start cat, or a cat made of mist. Something in the way that described the night sky. Well, the old night sky. The stars now were gone. He barely remembered them.

Darkness. It was empty, a dream of nothing is not a dream at all.

The tom awoke to the daylight. "Sorry, I didn't see anything." He murmured, stretching his legs out across the nest. Could he really do anything to help?