Post by catybug on May 22, 2010 21:44:58 GMT -5
( Ok, heres the low down. Sleetwhispers gone ,and Lilypaw is now the new med cat of WC. She's getting her ceremony here. Not sure if this is counted as the half moon meeting since I never knew the date of it. Anyways she's getting her med cat name from Beigeheart here, and any others are free to join in!)
A ginger and white she-cat truged throguh the tall grass that led to the Moon cave. It was so odd. This journey alone. She had never done it by herself before. The ginger she-cat stepped into the cavern, taking a seat by the little pool, looking down at her reflection in the water. Perhaps he'd visit her dreams tonight? She hoped so...never before had the she-cat felt as lonely as she did now. Sleetwhisper was dead, gone. He wasn't coming back. She couldn't even feel his presence around her, like some cats spoke of those they lost. And now she had to fill in his shoes at only 13 moons old. Probably one of the youngest she-cats ever...could she do it? She honestly was very unsure of herself. What if she failed her clan? Wait if she failed Starclan? She didn't think she could do this alone. She needed Sleetwhisper.. but he was gone, and she had to do this on her own now. She had to figure it out, and make it work. Could she though?
" Starclan help me...Sleetwhisper...where are you?" She murmured, quietly to herself, bowing her head, ginger ears flicking back, flat against her head. Poor thing...She was being forced to grow up all in the matter of a few days. First with the death of her mentor.. now with this heavy responsibility. They were unfortunate, and unusual. The whole world shouldn't be crashing around one so young, but it was.
A ginger and white she-cat truged throguh the tall grass that led to the Moon cave. It was so odd. This journey alone. She had never done it by herself before. The ginger she-cat stepped into the cavern, taking a seat by the little pool, looking down at her reflection in the water. Perhaps he'd visit her dreams tonight? She hoped so...never before had the she-cat felt as lonely as she did now. Sleetwhisper was dead, gone. He wasn't coming back. She couldn't even feel his presence around her, like some cats spoke of those they lost. And now she had to fill in his shoes at only 13 moons old. Probably one of the youngest she-cats ever...could she do it? She honestly was very unsure of herself. What if she failed her clan? Wait if she failed Starclan? She didn't think she could do this alone. She needed Sleetwhisper.. but he was gone, and she had to do this on her own now. She had to figure it out, and make it work. Could she though?
" Starclan help me...Sleetwhisper...where are you?" She murmured, quietly to herself, bowing her head, ginger ears flicking back, flat against her head. Poor thing...She was being forced to grow up all in the matter of a few days. First with the death of her mentor.. now with this heavy responsibility. They were unfortunate, and unusual. The whole world shouldn't be crashing around one so young, but it was.