Grasspaw’s StarClan Dream

Fuzzypaw collected an assortment of moss for the nests inside the medicine den. They were looking rather sparse and it was the least he could do to line the nests so they wouldn’t be as uncomfortable.

He finished lining the dens when he realized that Grasspaw was almost a warrior. Basilbloom mentioned it earlier. It was almost dusk at this point, but the tom slipped out of the den to find Grasspaw.

When he approached the apprentice den, he saw them walking towards their nest.

“Hey, Grasspaw, can you follow me?”

Fuzzypaw walked into the medicine den, grabbing a sprig of lavender and some chamomile and putting it next to the nest near the herb stock of the medicine den.

“Grasspaw, we used to go to the Moonstone for this, but we can’t do that now. I’ve made a nest for you in the back. If you need something to help you sleep, let me know! Perhaps StarClan will reach out to you.”

He was optimistic, clinging to some hope that StarClan would be back soon. Fuzzypaw flicked his tail towards the nest in the back, walking towards the back wall to do some more self quizzing on what each herb was, and what it did…