Whisperpaw's Moonstone Journey

Batsong sat in the med den quietly preparing the traveling herbs that would be needed for the trip to the moonstone. She had good practice from smallbean helping her out with it and she was finally starting to feel like she was settling into the med cat apprentice role decently well.

She did pack Whisperpaws with some extra burnet to help with their tiredness-condition. Satisifed she took the herbs carefully in her mouth and trotted over to the apprentice den. The sun was just beginning to set and the sky was at that time where it looked like it was set ablaze in a remarkable orange. It reminded her of her apprentice rosepaw's pelt and a wave of sadness washed over her.


It seemed that she lost anyone close to her... and now as med cat it was her job to make sure she could keep her clanmates safe... how ironic.

You couldnt keep anyone safe. the voices in her head ate at her self confidence

Not your parents... Not your apprentice...Your friend daisypaw...your adopted parents that took you in!

She set the herbs down and called for her traveling companion for the night and long time friend. "Whisperpaw?" she called for them poking her head in the apprentice den.

"its time" she said quietly.

She passed them their herbs and ate hers in silence. No matter how she felt on the inside she didnt show anything on the outside to suggest such things.

Once they finished she stood and flicked her tail for them to follow a soft smile on her face.

(I guess your post you can have them at the moonstone because of the time skip? I dont know exactly so just assume that Batsong like explains to them about how to like touch nose to the stone and dream I guess XD lols )

Honeydrop had asked specifically to be present at this Moonstone journey. She knew that she had no relation to Whisperpaw, and was not even from their Clan... but the sense of kinship that she had felt was far too strong to be ignored, so StarClan had acquiesced. Hopefully, she could offer him some advice. Advice that she hadn't been given. Even though their situations were different, they were similar enough that it could not be a coincidence. Normally, when appearing for a Moonstone, she would take a younger form: the age where she had been happiest. However, in order to show Whisperpaw some solidarity, she would appear older. Physically, after the incident. The one that had started her life down the tragic path she'd walked for moons.

When Whisperpaw opened their eyes, a shimmering form began to appear in front of their eyes. At first, they weren't sure what it was, but soon, the figure of a cat coalesced out of starry smoke. A small, golden dappled she-cat. Her diminutive frame would have easily been lost if not for the bright stars shining through it. The scent of herbs, and the faint, muddy smell of ShadowClan emanated from her. Warm amber eyes, tinged with a deep, buried sadness that seemed strange for such a kind gaze, looked into the apprentice's. Overall, she looked... tired. However, there was one part of the she-cat's appearance that would stand out to Whisperpaw immediately: a scar on her throat. A deep, healed gash; one that scraped away fur, and left a visible mark to remind of trauma forever. There was no reason that a cat with such sadness would be anything but sad. And yet... she smiled.

"Hello, W-Whisperpaw," she said. Her voice was warm and soothing, but there was a raspy undertone. The involuntary stutters made her frame shake slightly when she spoke. It's been so long since I took this form. My old voice... stars, I hate this. But it's the only way. They deserve better than I had. Still, she wore a gentle smile. "M-my name is... H-H-Honeydrop. I was the m-medicine cat of Sh-ShadowClan, a few moons a-a-a--" she stopped, took a deep breath, and finished her sentence-- "ago." Stars, this was even harder than she remembered. How had she lived like this for so long? "It's n-n-nice... to meet you. S-sorry if you w-were expecting, someone... c-cooler." A light laugh bubbled up from inside of her; untouched by the speech impediment, it sounded like a ray of warm sunlight, a reminder of the cat she must have been before her injury. "I a-a-asked to s-speak with you. I h-have advice... if you w-want, or, s-stories." She wouldn't talk this whole time. She would let Whisperpaw have a turn to speak. Gently, she watched them, her subtle smile prodding them to say whatever they wanted.

Honeydrop let out a slight sigh of relief. Whisperpaw was not insulted... they wanted more information, as she had hoped. The solidarity they shared would likely offer them some comfort. "Y-yes. Not from the D-D-Dark Forest or a-anything, but... I h-had my fair share of p-problems." As she spoke, her voice gradually grew more comfortable, and she moved on despite the stutter. It was a part of her again, and she would not stop to be frustrated by it. She would simply continue to speak. "When I was y-younger, I r-received my full name, a-and soon after, P-Puddlepaw b-b-became my apprentice. She was a s-sweet cat, and l-learned quickly. H-However, her s-s-sister, Wolffang, was j-jealous. She th-thought that... b-because Puddlepaw was s-so busy with t-t-training, and d-didn't spend as m-much time with h-her, I m-must be o-overworking her." So long ago... so long ago. And yet, that one assumption had torn her life apart. Would she have ended up with the life she did, if Wolffang had simply understood? If she had talked to Puddlepaw? If she hadn't... "So, she t-tried to... to k-k-kill me." Subconsciously, one soft golden paw moved up to touch the scar on her throat. A deep gash, from a clawed paw held there, cutting off air so she couldn't scream. The lack of breath had left lasting consequences on her voice. "Thankfully, F-Flamestrike... a-another warrior noticed, and p-pushed her off me." The reminder of her mate, the tom who betrayed her, sent another look of deep pain onto her face. Why had things turned out the way they did? "F-for her c-crime, she was e-exiled. But l-later, she came b-back for r-r-revenge. I d-don't... need to g-get into all of th-that, though."

It was enough. She had said enough. Honeydrop raised her gaze from the floor, where she had instinctually begun to look when recalling her discomfort. She looked at Whisperpaw, and the soft smile crossed her face once more. "It was h-hard. I d-didn't deserve it. N-no one d-deserves that. But... b-bad things h-happen, either way. S-some people b-blame StarClan, but... th-they don't control e-everything. Life is wh-what you m-make of it. So, d-despite the i-injury and the trauma and n-nightmares it caused... despite e-everything... I c-continued. And, th-though it wasn't easy, I h-helped a l-l-lot of cats." There was a deep understanding in her eyes. The medicine cat was not just communicating with words and body language, but with her spirit. This empathy... it was a unique gift she had, that had made her a better medicine cat. Of course, it had also caused her biggest mistake. But that was no longer a problem. "So, W-Whisperpaw... d-don't let it s-stop you. Be a g-great warrior, o-okay? Or w-whatever you want to b-be. I'll s-support you from the s-s-stars." Her gaze lowered again slightly. "I j-just wish I... wish w-we... could've been b-better help, when L-Lionfur..." She sighed heavily. The helplessness she had felt... "S-sorry."