Dovepaw's StarClan Dream

With Cloverheart busy, Perchfall had volunteered to take yet another duty onto herself. However, she had no idea exactly how this supposed to work. As an apprentice, she'd gone on a journey to the Moonstone-- but with StarClan allegedly gone, that wasn't an option. The medicine cat had been letting the apprentices sleep in her den, in hopes that they might be visited by the stars, though from what she could tell, none had. Either way, it was their best attempt at a semblance of tradition. One more responsibility added to her pile wouldn't stop her. Tonight was Dovepaw's turn. The deputy glanced at the apprentice, silently sizing her up. She was almost ready to become a warrior, like her siblings Rushtalon and Kitespring. Despite the disappearance of their mother, Flywhisker's kits had been a great addition to the Clan's ranks so far. Hopefully Dovepaw would be no exception. "Cloverheart says to sleep in the medicine den tonight," Perchfall said simply. "In hopes that StarClan may contact you. Mostly it fulfills the tradition, in our ancestors' absence. Since our medicine cat is busy, I will rest here with you." It felt strange to lie in a nest that was not her own... yet, the gray and white she-cat was absolutely exhausted from the day's work. Maybe she'd be able to sleep after all.

Dovepaw was not fully sure how she felt about sleeping in the medicine den tonight. It seemed strange, trying to contact StarClan. Tinypool had shared what she knew of StarClan, and of her mother, but they still seemed foreign to her. Still, she was willing to settle down, if only for a rest away from the bustling apprentice den. 

She could not make much sense of what she was dreaming. She saw the stars, a sight she had not seen since kithood. She watched as they disappeared, just like that night, and in their place she saw the face of that mean dark forest cat. She whimpered in fear as she tried to back away, but the cat just laughed, and she couldn't get away. 

Dovepaw was shaking when she woke up, eyes darting around the den in a panic. But only Perchfall was there. They were alone. And so Dovepaw curled back up, afraid to fall back asleep, but not yet ready to leave the den.