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Subject: Newtpaw's Moonstone Journey Wed 9 Oct 2024 - 18:15
Another dawn, another apprentice was to be taken to the moonstone. The one saving grace about these trips was that she got to spend a little time with the apprentices that she might not otherwise, but the two day round-trip was wearing on the leader. Still, it had to be done. When Newtpaw made her way out of the apprentice den, Wolfstar pushed a bundle of herbs toward her. "Eat these, they'll give your strength for the journey ahead. I'm sorry they taste absolutely awful."
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The sun was setting by the time the two Skyclanners stopped for a brief moment at the entrance to the tunnels that led to the moonstone. "You won't be able to see in the tunnels, so stick close to me. When we get to the moonstone, you just touch your nose to it and lay down." Wolfstar instructed. Turning, she led the way into the tunnel, paws picking out the familiar path with ease. The moonstone was shining brightly by the time they reached it, and Wolfstar stepped aside, nodding for Newtpaw to step forward.
As warned, the herbs did taste awful, but Newtpaw swallowed them down dutifully, and followed Wolfstar out of camp. If she was supposed to speak with StarClan tonight, there was no sense in complaining about doing what it took to get there. Part of Newtpaw was still skeptical of StarClan as a whole, but there was no way the whole clan could have been fooled into believing something that wasn't true, right? All the clans, even?
Newtpaw wasn't sure what she believed. But tonight she'd find out, one way or the other.
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They stood at the mouth of the tunnel, looking down, and Newtpaw's neck prickled uneasily. It was dark, but Wolfstar's words gave her the confidence to move forward after the leader, keeping just close enough to feel the brush of a feathery tail against her shoulder. Eventually, the space widened and lightened, and with round eyes, Newtpaw moved towards the Moonstone, marveling in the way the moonlight shone off every glittering facet of the stone.
As instructed, she sank to her belly, leaning forward to touch her nose to the stone...
The space Newtpaw would find herself waking in was comforting in its familiarity. The ground was packed and stony, patched with scattered spots of life-growth; trees surrounded them, reaching tall into the lavender sky, their leafy boughs alight in colors of sunset and flame. It was SkyClan’s territory, and yet, it wasn’t. There was one obvious difference between Newtpaw’s forest home and the world she stood in now: everything here glowed. Like dewdrops filled with sunlight, the scene was scattered with tiny fractals of light, shimmering and shifting. They were tiny stars, embedded in stone and bark and leaf. It was a beautiful, serene scene.
From somewhere in the branches, movement occurred. It wasn’t the gentle rustle of leaves in the soft, cool breeze; it was something larger, making the boughs overhead shift beneath its weight. It wasn’t long before the fiery leaves parted to reveal a cat who very well could have blended in with them perfectly, had he remained still: a large tom, his tabby pelt patched with patches of vibrant russet. Stars glittered in his long fur. He observed the apprentice for a moment after making his presence known before a smile split his maw.
The large tom made his way down, moving to the lowest branches of the tree he resided in. He stretched out across a thick limb, letting his tail fall over the side and wave lazily back and forth. ”Newtpaw, eh?” He called down. ”Funny.” And he did laugh like it was so, a loud and hearty sound. ”I use’ t’ be Newtpaw, too. ‘S Newtspring, now.” His head lowered to rest on folded paws. The dark-pelted she-cat looked nothing like him, but still he went on, ”So whaddya need, twin?”
