The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Characters : Stormdance (S) Rainfrost (R) Sunpool (Su) Wrensong (W) Hawkmist (H) Clan/Rank : Riverclan, Tier 5 Warrior (S) Skyclan, Tier 3 Warrior (R) Riverclan, Tier 2 Warrior (Su) Riverclan, Apprentice (W) Shadowclan, Tier 2 Warrior (H) Number of posts : 1051 Gender : Transmasc, he/they Age : 23
Subject: Mothpaw's Moonstone Journey Tue 14 Nov 2023 - 19:46
Wrenpaw
Highstones
Wrenpaw fought with a yawn before approaching the apprentices' den, shaking off her exhaustion like shedding water after a swim. She was tired, and much weighed on her mind with everything that had been going on and the uncertain fate in store for the clans with the upcoming travel from the forest. These moonstones gave her something else to focus on for a while, which she was honestly rather grateful for.
Poking her head into the apprentice’s den and approaching enough that she could be heard, Wrenpaw called out softly, “Mothpaw? Mothpaw, wake up.” When Mothpaw stirred, Wrenpaw gave a little smile. “I’m gonna take you out to Highstones today. Get ready and meet me outside, mkay?” She whispered. She waved her tail and then trotted outside to wait.
When Mothpaw joined her outside, Wrenpaw pushed the traveling herbs towards her. “Here, eat up. They taste awful, I know, but they’ll help you make the journey.” She bent down to lap up her own herbs, having grown more used to them, but still wrinkling her nose at the bitter taste. Once they were both ready, Wrenpaw gave another warm smile and said, “Ready? Good, then let’s go.”
The journey to Highstones is plenty familiar by now, and Wrenpaw fills it with idle chatter from time to time as they make their way there, friendly and open. Once they’ve arrived at Highstones, Wrenpaw turned her head to look at Mothpaw at Motormouth’s entrance.“It’s dark in there, but just follow me.” She gave an encouraging smile, before leading the way into the dark.
Once they emerge in the light cast in the stone, Wrenpaw found a place to settle down, sitting with her tail curling over her paws. “Just lay down and press your nose to the stone, and Starclan will come to you,” She said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
The tortoiseshell stirred at the call of her name, sleepily raising her head. Her denmates had not been the ones to call her, nor had it been a strange dream - instead it was Wrenpaw, disappearing from the den’s entrance as she stirred. Highstones! Mothpaw’s ears perked up before she had the chance to properly wake up, yawning as Wrenpaw left the den as quickly it appeared she had entered.
Her moonstone journey. It had been moons in the waiting, a trip she had been excited for - though never imagined it would come at a time of great change and famine. Mothpaw blinked away the sleep in her eyes, taking a moment to stretch as she stood up slowly. The famine had taken a toll on her energy, though she had time at the moonstone to rest her eyes. With a yawn she padded outside of the den, immediately greeted with a pawful of herbs. She leant down and took one sniff, coughing at the odour. Still, she knew this was part of the tradition many cats before her had followed; and began to eat the herbs.
“I’m guessing everyone says they taste awful,” Mothpaw laughed, grimacing through each mouthful, “they weren’t lying, but it’s more than I’ve eaten some days.”
With that, they were ready. Mothpaw listened as Wrenpaw filled the journey with conversation, appreciating the company. She knew she had to come too, but it was pleasant - leading up to their arrival at the sacred territory. It is dark, Mothpaw thought as she followed behind the other apprentice slowly, soon in awe as light filtered in. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes slowly scanning around; it was only Wrenpaw’s words that reminded her why she was there. Mothpaw nodded towards the other cat, settling before the stone. I hope it doesn’t hurt. With one last thought, she lowered her head and pressed her nose to the cold stone.
