Mistpaw's Journey

[Runfast]

Mistpaw, medicine cat apprentice of DewClan, was walking through the soaked tall grass of the patch of land that belonged to no clan. It was strange; in the places where a clan wasn't, there typically was others.
If there was other cats to be found here, they were all out of sight in the rising moonlight. The full moon was in a matter of days, and the Gathering would happen.
Or will it? Will Mudblood prevent that from happening?
The grey she-cat shivered, partly from the wet, and partly from the thought of the malicious toms.
In the distance Mistpaw could see the vague outline of the entrance to the Moonfall, which was housed in a deep cave underneath the Blood Stones.
They - she and Brownhowl, would arrive there soon.

[Meany]

Brownhowl, still a new warrior of DewClan, was looking this way and that, watching for any enemies. The sun was slowly vanishing over the tops of the trees, accenting the remaining smolders of the fires that had raged not too long ago.
The brown tom shivered slightly, his fur bristling at the thought of cats wielding fire.
He glanced over at Mistpaw, noting the she-cat had been silent the entire walk. That was understandable; she'd lost her mentor to those Mudblood traitors.
Brownhowl turned his attention to the south, towards the shadowy pine forest that gave many nightmares.
Are you proud of me? Have I done well, Shadowstar?
Scream sighed softly, his heart yearning for his pine-smelling home. The part-marshlands of DewClan held a stench that he despised. It was wet and sickly where the territories of AbyssClan were cool and sweet.
The tom sighed again, looking at paws that seemed quite naked to his AbyssClan eyes.
Brownhowl didn't look back again. He knew his purpose. He would see his first warrior mission through, ending with returning their medicine cat home safely.

The tom kept walking, the Moonfall appearing on the horizon.

[Runfast]

Mistpaw's legs began to tremble when the Moonfall was as big as a fly. Her tail began to shake when it was the size of a mouse.
By the time it was the size of a warrior, she had to take steadying breaths through her nose and out mouth lest she collapse.
By the grace of StarClan, she made it to the gaping entrance without fainting.

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